attendants of the message

how my first boyfriend broke up with me

the summer of 2007. I’m 13. he’s my school mate, a year older. we’ve been together for a month and held hands twice. that was basically our whole relationship. I’m on vacation with my grandparents. we’re not that far away from each other, but can’t really see one another because neither of us can drive, since we’re just kids. it’s tough on us, I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t speak to him every day. I’m silly like that, like every other 13 year old.

my grandma from another town wakes me up with a phone call one morning. it’s early and I’m confused. I find out my grandpa has died. I’m crushed, we’ve literally just connected and became close, and now I lost him. my other grandma helps me pack and I get on the bus immediately, along with my other grandpa, traveling 5 hours to go visit her and eventually, attend the funeral. 

I message my boyfriend while I’m traveling. it’s really hot in the bus, it feels stuffy. I think I really wanted him to comfort me. I tell him what has happened, he replies a couple of hours later. this is how our conversation went down:

me: hey, so my grandpa just died this morning and I’m travelling to Zagreb to see grandma

him: I’m so sorry, that’s so sad

him: I think we should break up

and that was it. 


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lmao so a flight attendant messages me to tell me to not assume things about the united airlines situation about the man getting dragged off the plane. she said she didn’t want to argue, but inform me about security measures that flight attendants have to do. and i responded wondering what else there is to know and see what she thinks, then she replies explaining some things, then i reply and then she blocks me?? like ok lol thought we weren’t having an argument bye

BTS react to your graduation

Now after reacting to Jungkookie’s and Jin’s graduations (and since I’m about to graduate too^^), how about we imagine BTS reacting to our (future) graduations? :) I’m sorry that this turned out to be a bit shorter but a short reaction is nice from time to time too~ I really hope that I’ll be able to write a second one for this weekend but I’m not yet sure if I’ll have the time to~

All gifs belong to their rightful owners=creators (see urls right under the gifs as always :*)~ Please support each other and BTS well!

Al eonni loves all 1132 of you <333 I dedicate this to the dear @shouldntliu who always gives me such heart-warming feedback and who is about to finish school as well :***

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Jin: *Seokjin will send flying kisses to you from his seat in the audience*

Originally posted by missbaptan

Sope: Hoseok will get super emotional during the graduation ceremony (”_______ has grown up so much!”) and Yoongi will have to calm him down (”There there, don’t cry~”)

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

Rap Monster: “Ahhh, close your eyes, don’t look! We haven’t wrapped your graduation present yet~”

Originally posted by yoongishappiness

Jimin: Jimin will be terribly sad that he can’t attend your graduation due to Bangtan’s busy schedule, so he’ll send you video messages througout the whole day going all “That’s my girl/boy!” and “Who rocks that outfit? You do!” 

Originally posted by cinnachim

V: Taehyung will attend and watch you graduate in awe, going all “I’m so proud of you~~”, giving you 10 times more aegyo than he’d do anyways~

Originally posted by taecupwithsuga

Jungkook: “But nuna/hyung, don’t forget … I graduated first”

Originally posted by sehuns-bubblebum

not the lost princess

because somebody said “write it” when i said this.


“I’m not the princess,” Liza told the first man who informed her, shocked, how she had the green eyes of the royal family and hair as dark as the late queen’s. She had been joking, of course, pretending to take him seriously as she counted out his change. No one had accused her of being the princess in the first place. Princess Aliara, the last of the royal line of Adamar, had drowned in the Silver Sea ten summers ago. Everyone knew that.


“I’m not the princess,” Liza told the old woman, the princess’s childhood nurse, who clutched her hands to her chest the moment she fell off her horse in the castle courtyard. She didn’t want any more confusion than there already was.

There were silver streaks in the woman’s hair and tears in her eyes. “It’s you,” she repeated, as if she hadn’t heard.

“No,” Liza explained, already impatient. “It’s not me. I’m not her.” It was what she had told the royal minister who had been fetched by the man in the shop last week at least seven times by now, but he’d insisted that the other royal ministers had to see her, had to see if she was real, and wouldn’t leave the shop.

“I’m real,” she’d said. “Really annoyed.”

The man’s eyes had filled with tears. That seemed to be happening a lot around her recently. “You sounds just like you did when you were little.”

Liza threw up her hands and told anyone who would listen that this man hadn’t known her when she was a little girl growing up in a costal town far away, but finding out she had lived in some proximity to the Silver Sea only sent everyone into more of a frenzy. In the end she agreed to come, if only because the royal minster would take care of the cost, and the capital city had a real library to visit.

“I’m not the princess, though,” she reminded all the minister’s servants when they bobbed curtsies to her. “Just to be clear.”


“I’m not the princess,” Liza told Kara, the girl who had claimed the right to interrogate her first. She was the lost princess’s best friend, or something, and she’d said she was the only one who could possibly tell if this so-called princess was an impostor.

Kara scoffed, hands on her hips and her eyes mistrustful. “Of course you’re not, kid. No one who claims to be Liara is. She’s dead.” But her voice sounded a little more uncertain with each word as she looked Liza over. “So what’s your excuse? What’s your made up story for how you’ve suddenly regained your lost memory and remembered you’re a princess, or whatever?”

Liza glanced around at all the court watching her, still bewildered as to how she was being interrogated as a possible impostor when she’d never claimed to be anyone in the first place, and finally repeated what she’d been saying all day. “My name is Liza. I’m a baker. My parents were bakers before they died. They were not the king and queen. I am not the princess. Can I go to the library now?”

The room filled with deliberating murmurs rather than answers, and Liza leaned back in her seat with a groan.


“I’ll give you credit,” Kara said, sounding as if she’d rather do anything else, “you really do look like her.”

“I’m not her,” Liza said, as if repeating it for the hundredth time would make Kara finally believe she wasn’t trying to pretend she was. As if saying it a thousand more times would make half the royal ministers stop thinking she really was.

She wasn’t allowed to go home, not until they’d come to a consensus on her princess-related status. “I’m a prisoner,” she yelled at Alder, the most annoying of the ministers.

“You’re home,” he’d responded fondly, and she’d screamed in a very un-princesslike manner and gone to find Kara, who at least wouldn’t keep asking her if she remember so-and-so-’s name, or how she had tripped on that step and sprained her ankle when she was six.

“When I was six I was frolicking happily on a beach somewhere on the southern coast,” she told Kara crankily. “Not cooped up in this castle.”

Kara laughed derisively. “Oh, honey. Liara’s ship sank near the eastern coast. You don’t even have your story straight.”

But despite Kara’s firm belief that Liza was a liar and a pretender, Liza sensed that her laughter was becoming warmer, and she directed more snide comments at the ministers than she did at Liza. Perhaps, Liza even dared to think, Kara was starting to like her.

Kara noticed that she was being stared at, and half-smiled back. “Don’t be offended. You’re almost as bad of a liar as she was, too. That’s actually a point in your favor.”

Liza rolled her eyes and tugged at Kara’s sleeve to pull her closer. “Show me the way to the library again. I get lost in the halls every time I try to go without you.”

“They say true royalty isn’t capable of being lost in the royal palace.”

“Tell that to the ministers.”


“I’m not the princess,” she said automatically, before she’d processed the boy standing in front of her. He was supposed to be the princess’s illegitimately-born cousin, or something. One way or another, he was one of those next in line for the throne if the princess did not magically turn up sometime soon (which she wouldn’t, because she was dead).

“He’d do a rotten job,” Kara had said, curling her lip, when they’d seen him march through the front hall from their little alcove in the balcony. “He can’t be king.”

“Why do you care?” Liza asked, trying to sneak a peak at Kara’s cards.

She pulled her cards away and whacked Liza’s arm lightly with them. “I’m engaged to the throne, silly. The real princess would know that.” But that last sentence was an afterthought. She’d almost entirely stopped accusing Liza of pretending, recently. “And I won’t marry Henry. He makes fun of anyone once their back is turned, and he spreads rumors about whatever he likes, and once he kicked Liara’s puppy because it was in his way.”

“That sounds like an exaggeration.”

Kara shook her head, looking almost grim. This clearly wasn’t one of her jokes. “No. Liara was so angry she threw her shoe at him. Hit him in the head, hard. He was bleeding. It was a big scandal that she would hurt her own cousin, everyone rushed to cover it up with a story about how he fell and hit his head.”

“I take it they didn’t get along?” Now she was worried. If Henry wanted to be king, what would he do to Liara? What would he do to her, if he believed she was the princess? “Is he dangerous?”

“Don’t worry, Liza. I’ll protect you.” She was kidding, her brown eyes soft, but Liza felt a little safer anyway.


“I know you’re not,” Henry sneered, and walked past her.

Kara gripped her hand, which was all that kept Liza from running after him to yell about just how many people were pretty sure she was, and how he was a rude, terrible person who would never marry Kara because she wouldn’t allow it, and how someone who kicked puppies was not fit to look at the throne, let alone sit in it, and how, also, he smelled.

He didn’t, but it would have been nice to tell him that. She almost didn’t let Kara pull her away.


“I’m not the princess,” Liza said when Alder asked yet again for another retelling of how she’d come to be a baker in a small town far from the castle. She was too tired to go through it again, too frustrated with all these dithering people too scared of having to work out the convoluted succession of a throne that had no obvious heir to accept that their princess wasn’t there to solve the problem.

She was not, however, too tired to notice Henry’s small victorious smile as he sat in the back of the room and listened. Everyone knew that the one year in which the royal throne could remain empty in the wake of the king and queen’s deaths was drawing to a close. An heir would have to be announced soon.

If it wasn’t Aliara— wasn’t Liza— it was almost certainly Henry.

After the horrible, boring meeting was over, she found Kara in the library and bunched up next to her in the window seat too small for two people. “Tell me about the princess,” she said, and Kara complied, because they were both coming to wish, like the ministers, that she was there.


One year after the queen of Adamar had passed away with her daughter’s name on her lips, the royal ministers met in the throne room. Liza had denied being the princess to the very last. There was nothing else for it but to declare the heir to the kingdom.

Henry hadn’t stopped smirking since he’d received the message asking him to attend that morning. Kara watched him with a blank face but a sick stomach, thinking how she would never sit on a throne next to his— thinking about running away, grabbing Liza’s hand and running with her back to the beach far from where the princess had died.

It wasn’t fantasy. It was a concrete plan. She had the horses waiting. She felt herself calming as Alder called everyone to attention, knowing that even if they could do nothing for Adamar once Henry was king, at least they could do this.

And then Aliara walked into the room.

No, she glided into the room. She swept in so like a ghost that half the company spooked or flinched, but she was very, very real. She had the green eyes of the royal lineage. She had dark hair braided over her shoulder the exact way the queen used to wear it. She had a smile that was almost, almost smug.

“Please,” Liza said, sweeping a curtsey and lifting her eyes to the sunlight falling through the high glass windows as if she could look any more perfectly innocent. “I must beg your forgiveness. I have been a coward to insist for so long that I could not remember my childhood here, when I have never forgotten my true self. I thought I could bear the shame of never coming forward. I even convinced myself it would be better for Adamar to have my dear cousin as king.” She pressed a hand over her heart. “I’m sorry, Henry, for pretending not to know you, and almost letting this burden fall on your shoulders. But I have seen the light in time. I am here, Alder. I am the princess.”

Henry went pale with fury, meeting her halfway across the wide floor of the throne room and catching her arm so she could not approach the throne.

“Don’t you dare,” he snarled. “We both know you’re a liar. Everyone else will soon realize to. Don’t bother trying to pull it off.”

She yanked her arm back so hard that he was almost unbalanced and fixed him with a glare that had no princess in it and all of the fire she used to pump in her huge ovens at the bakery. “Don’t cross me, cousin. Or do you need me to throw another shoe at your head?”

He faltered just long enough for her to walk past, head held high, and up to the dais. “Come here with the crown, Alder. Careful on the steps. I tripped on them when I was six, you know.”

“Y-yes, princess,” Alder said, hastily coming forward.

She raised an eyebrow, indicating with one hand that there was no one else on the dais with her. “I’m not the princess. I’m the queen.”


“I’m sorry,” she told Kara, late that night. It had been a very long day, and her head ached from the weight of the crown, and she only wanted to go to sleep, and she didn’t know if Kara was angry, and didn’t want her to be.

“I’m the one who needs to apologize,” Kara said, stepping closer, reaching out for her hands.


“For my false accusations over the past year, of course,” she said with a straight face. “I don’t know how I didn’t recognize you from the beginning.”

“The princess,” the new queen said, unable to figure out full sentences as Kara pulled them closer together, gently pushing strands of her hair back.

“My princess.”

“Yes,” the baker-princess-queen sighed. “That.”

anonymous asked:

hii can I request the chocobros (minus Noctis) and Cor popping the question to their s/o after recovering from the loss of Noct and realizing they need their s/o since they were so supportive during their time of grieving? (I hope this remotely makes sense) ty

Yup- I felt many feels typing this one up! Again, these are short drabbles because I’m really trying to power through the official NINE requests I have left in my inbox! The other ones that are in there were submitted after I had closed my inbox to requests, so while I didn’t delete them, I’m treating them as submissions for round 2 of request submissions! Thanks for sending this lovely request in! <3 All these drabbles will end in the confession- and it’s up to the reader to kind of fill in the blanks from there LOL :D *INTERACTIVITY AND ALL! :D :D :D*

P.S: this took me SUCH a long time to type up :O I don’t know whyyyy! :O

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Prompto: Prompto bit his lip as he glanced at you from under his blond fringe. It was raining down hard and you were holding your back pack limply in your hand. Fingers clasped tightly against the straps, you sighed out loud.

“I can’t believe you insisted we go on a photography expedition tonight of all nights!” you finally cried out, expressing your exasperation. Prompto laughed nervously and rubbed his palm against the back of his neck.

“Sorry- I just wanted to take you back to the spot we first met…” Prompto trailed off, coughing a little as he fumbled around in his pocket for something. He retrieved a small jewellery box and you couldn’t help but gasp, knowing exactly what it was. Prompto smiled up nervously at you and kneeled down on one knee, in the mud, before you. You gasped automatically and stared at your boyfriend of ten years, unable to believe what was happening.

Here you were, absolutely drenched outside at a camp ground you couldn’t even REMEMBER, with Prompto Argentum kneeling down on one knee with a goofy smile on his face, his clear blue eyes partially covered by his blond fringe. Prompto cleared his throat and nervously began to speak.

“So, y/n… you stayed by me through both the scariest and saddest parts of my life. You never gave up on me, and you supported me and helped me be the best person I could possibly hope to be. You helped me become a man and you allowed me to see the beauty in a world that had turned incredibly ugly. I want to spend my life with you, y/n… will you marry me? Please?”

Gladio: “Gladio? Gladiolus?” you whispered into your boyfriend’s ear as you laid beside him in bed early in the morning. You could feel the sun’s rays filtering in through your blinds and hitting your bedsheets with warm intensity. You sighed out in contentment and sat up, stretching your arms above your head with a yawn. Glancing at Gladio, you couldn’t help but smile fondly at the way he had his arm thrown over his face as he slept.

Leaning over the burly man, you nuzzled his cheek and pressed a soft kiss against his stubble. Gladio stirred at that and groaned slightly as he began to wake up. You grinned and bopped him on the nose in amusement. “About time! We’re going to be late for the memorial ceremony.” Your voice grew sombre at the mention of Noctis’ memorial ceremony. Gladio sat up immediately and sighed sadly.

“Yeah, right. Thanks babe.” Gladio ripped the covers off his bare, tone body and flexed involuntarily before heading off towards the bathroom. You watched him retreat into the bathroom and you let out a sad sigh of your own. You knew Gladio still beat himself up about Noctis’ death, even though he couldn’t have done anything about it- Noctis had been the Chosen King- his death had been written in the books the moment he was born.

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice Gladio walk out of the bathroom. You didn’t notice him eying you, nor did you notice the small box enclosed in his palm. Gladio cleared his throat, and you glanced at him. Raising your eyebrows at the fact that he was only in a towel, you watched him make his way towards you. He brought the box up and opened it, showcasing a gorgeous engagement ring.

You were slow to react, so you merely blinked down at the ring and then back at Gladio. “What’s this?” you asked, knowing full well that you sounded dumb.

“Marry me. You’re everything to me. You always have been, you always will be. Please- I need you. I always have. If I didn’t have you when Noctis…” Gladio took in a ragged breath before continuing, “… I don’t know. I just… the world’s so much better with you by my side. Please, y/n, will you be my wife?”

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Attention fat/chubby/plus size cosplayers attending Fanime!

I’m thinking of doing a panel for plus size cosplayers to discuss and such like that their experiences being plus sized and cosplaying i wanna call it “on being fat and a cosplayer…..”! It would be a discussion panel, and the audience would have a chance to ask for advice or questions or anything and give a chance for the panelists to share their experiences and stories, however it will be a safe space for us fat cosplayers so if theres any inappropriate questions or comments, they will be skipped and such. i need to know if theres an interest for this! cause i need a co-host, and panelists (about 2-3 i’m probably gonna be one too). We will include trigger warnings in both the beginning of the panel and in the description in the program. 

this will probably be an all age panel, or a 16+ panel (due to triggers and such that might be discussed!)

The only requirements is that you are fat/chubby/plus size, you cosplay (whether you buy or make your own, it doesn’t matter, and doesn’t matter experience level. i would love to have diff cosplayers of all experience levels in the panel!!!) and will be in cosplay for the panel. Doesn’t matter what cosplay!

. Please message me on here so we can exchange info and ideas if you want to be a part of this, or have an interest in attending such a panel like this and what days would work best for you. i’m shooting for Sunday, like late afternoon! i need to know if theres an interest for this before i submit it to fanime! PLEASE LIKE/REBLOG THIS IF YOU WOULD ATTEND A PANEL LIKE THIS! SPREAD THE WORD!

 and like i said, please message me on here (@cardcaptorsteven) or my fat cosplay blog (@fatcosplayer) if you would like to be a part of this! 

The Murder of Shania Gray

Sixteen-year-old Shania Gray of Irving, Texas, was a young woman who had everything going for her; attractive, intelligent, and a talented track star, Shania was an inspiration for other young black women, and would have gone far in life had she not had the terrible misfortune of accepting a babysitting job from thirty-year-old Franklin Davis in late 2010. 

Davis was divorced with two children, and for the first two months Shania was a regular visitor to his house. However the young girl’s trust was shattered when Davis forced Shania into his son’s room one night and violently raped her. Over the next two weeks he raped her three more times, until the girl summoned the courage to ignore his calls and refuse to babysit for him. Noticing her daughter’s sudden fear of Davis, Shania’s mother became concerned and patiently coaxed the story out of her. Shania confessed she had been raped by Davis and that he had threatened to kill her if she told anyone. Quietly, the two women visited the police station and filed rape charges against Franklin Davis. By now it was August 2012, and Davis was sent a letter summoning him to trial in October. Furious, Davideo promised to exact his revenge before that. 

On September 1, 2012, Davis created a fake Facebook account and posed as a teenage boy who attended the same high school as Shania Gray. He sent numerous messages to her under this guise, and on September 9th Davis sent Shania a text saying he had a crush on her and wanted to meet her. The last time she was seen alive was when her friends left her waiting by the school gates for her mysterious admirer. 

Two days later, a cyclist came across Shania’s body caught in a stream; she had been shot twice, and heavy bruising on her neck showed an imprint where someone had had kicked her. Her murder shocked the black community of Irving, who accused the police of not taking enough action in Shania’s disappearance due to her race; a police investigator had told newspapers an AMBER alert was not issued for Shania due to there being ‘insufficient’ evidence she was in danger, even when she did not return home the night she vanished. 

Two days after Shania’s body was discovered, police stopped Franklin Davis in his car after suspected traffic violations. After finding out that he once knew Shania, Davis was moved to a station for questioning. Within minutes he confessed to murdering Shania and throwing her body in the river; Davis claimed he killed her to prevent her from testifying against him at his upcoming rape trial. 

Franklin Davis was promptly charged with Shania’s murder, and during his trial even more sickening details came to light; Davis calmly told the courtroom that he tricked Shania into entering his car, and held a pistol to her head while she begged him not to hurt her. Even after extracting a promise that she wouldn’t testify against him, Franklin decided to punish her anyway and shot her in the stomach. Davis later said that Shania had cried “Why? Please, just why?” before he shot her again and crushed her windpipe with his foot until she was dead. 

In November 2013 Franklin Davis was found guilty of killing Shania Gray and sentenced to death. He resides on Death Row. 

Prompt:  perhaps something along the lines of Spock helping the reader with their panic attacks would be possible? Perhaps the reader and Spock are both attending a party on the Enterprise, and the reader get overwhelmed, and Spock notices, and helps? 

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Author’s Note:  This is for my 1250 Skip-the-Line winner, @digitalmoonhowell! I hope you like it, hon, you deserve it! ^^ (Lo and behold, I finished it tonight!)

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Lisa, 18, GA and single. Hiya! I think I’ve submitted here before but I can’t remember. I’m currently a senior in high school and I’m going to attend college in the fall. Don’t be scared to message me, I don’t bite. Im looking for some reliable friends and possibly a relationship. I don’t mind LDR it all just depends on the connection. Come get to know me babes! 😁
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Hey, Robcina shippers! We have some exciting news for you today - we’re pleased to announce that we’ve decided to host Robcina Week this year!

During this time, we’d love it if you would submit your own Robcina-related works! These submissions can be anything from fanart, a short fanfiction, a personal headcanon, or really anything else you can think of as long as it generally coincides with each day’s particular theme. Here are the themes for each day that we’ve picked out:

April 16th (Sunday) - Spring Festival/Easter

April 17th (Monday) - Sleepy

April 18th (Tuesday) - Power Couple (Fighting in the War)

April 19th (Wednesday) - Vacation

April 20th (Thursday) - Lucina’s Birthday!

April 21st (Friday) - New Parenthood

April 22nd (Saturday) - Free Day (Any theme you want!)

How to Submit: Very simple! All you have to do is post your artwork/stories like normal, but make sure to include the tag #robcina-week. We’ll be browsing that tag and other related ones all week and whenever we see one of your posts, we’ll reblog it here! If we accidentally overlook your post or you’d like to send in a headcanon directly to us, just shoot us a message and let us know.

Other Important Things:

  • Late submissions are perfectly okay. We’ll stay on a general schedule, but if you miss a theme day by a few hours because you wanted to put the finishing touches on your submission or just had other important responsibilities to attend to, we completely understand. Again, just send us a message to let us know so we don’t miss your submission!
  • You don’t need to submit something for all seven days! Although we would love it if you could, feel free to choose any combination of days you want to submit something for
  • Both M!Robin and F!Robin content is welcome

Be sure to spread the word - we’ll remind you all again once the time grows near. We’re excited to see what you all come up with!

130517 Shilla Duty Free
Fan Festival with SHINee
all translations below from mredwardsanders

note: Those who attended today’s event can give message cards for SHINee and if their message was chosen, they’ll win a personal item from the boys. 

Tomoko got Jinki’s shoes! She said that Onew’s shoes, despite being worn out just smelled like rubber and also said they’ll keep it as a family treasure.
cr: tomoko

For their treasured item gift section, Onew’s was a sneaker from his concert outfit and he was smelling it.  Seeing that, Taemin also smelled Onew’s sneaker (laugh) So cute. ❤️
cr: michuyuchu

For the section where they gift the (fans) with their personal items, Onew prepared the green shoes he wore at (a) concert(s).  Perhaps he was worried about the smell, he said, “Is this fine?” Even though Onew was saying that, without any hesitation Taemin sniffed the (sneaker).
cr: 31on_taem_sw05


Request: Can u please do Brendon Imagine? Like Maybe you are friends with everyone in band except for bren bc you guys don’t like each other but in the End you and its all fluffY

Warnings: Fluff at the end and some swearing

A/N: this is supposed to be in that beautiful time when brendon wasn’t the only member of the band

REQUESTS HERE!! / Masterlist

What were you doing there? And the most important question, why were you there? 

Basically, Dallon invited you to a concert of Panic! At The Disco and you couldn’t say no to him. He’d been a good friend of yours since high school. You knew that everybody in the band loved you and enjoyed every time that you were near them. But the main problem was that Brendon Urie, or Shrek like you called him, couldn’t stand you. And you couldn’t stand him. It was like a mutual hate.

Nobody knew, not even him, why he hated you that much. When you two met for the first time everything went right, he even tried to flirt with you. But magically he changed his mind and instantly he didn’t want to see you or hear about anything related to you. That change of attitude made you hate him too. And that how our beautiful story started.

You parked you car in a parking in front of the stadium in where the guys were playing that night. It was huge, a lot of people will attend to the concert. Dallon sent you a text message minutes before saying that you should go to the box office and say your name. He’d be waiting for you on the inside of the site.

So you did and went directly at the box offices. A group of girls who were trying to buy tickets started to cry when they told them that all the tickets were sold out. They reminded you when you had 15 years and wanted to go to concerts with your best friend. You two always waited until the last day to buy the tickets and the most of the times, you couldn’t attend to the concerts.

“Do you want to buy tickets too? They’re sold out. And the concert don’t start until 8.” a woman inside of the box ticket said to you. She was in a really bad mood.

“No, no. I’m (Y/N). Dallon Weekes must have told you that I was going to come.”

The woman looked at you with one brow raised. She scared you a bit.

“I don’t see any (Y/N) in here.” she mumbled while looking at a huge list of names. “You sure that you’re not a…”

In that moment you saw a security member of the stadium walking right behind you. He recognized you instantly and you smiled with relief. Your salvation.

“I was looking for you. You’re (Y/N), right?” you nodded. “Someone forgot to write your name in the lists. And they told me to come after you.”

The guy looked at the woman in the box office. “She’s a band guest.”

She gave to you an accreditation and you hang it around your neck. It wasn’t the first time that something like that happened to you. Basically every time that Dallon invited you at a concert it happened. You were kinda used to it.

You followed the security guy to the inside of the stadium. Then you saw Dallon, who was leaning against a wall. When he realised that it was you he smiled.

“Here it is. The most beautiful girl in this place.” he was trying to butter you up.

“Again? Seriously?” you chuckled. “This always happen to me.”

When the security guy noticed that you didn’t need him anymore he just left.

“Destiny doesn’t want you to see us in concert.” Dallon moved his fingers in front of you face. “Anyways, fuck the destiny. You’re here. And everybody wants to see you.”

He gestured to me to follow him. You thought about asking him if Brendon knew that you were coming but you didn’t really want to know the answer. So just walked in silence behind your friend.

Dallon took you to the backstage. Everyone who noticed that you were there came quickly to say hello. You didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. At least not for the first five minutes. Brendon appeared in front of you and Dallon.

“What are you doing with a hobbit next to you?” he asked, probably thinking that it was a funny joke. It wasn’t.

“At least I’m not the only one who have something small in here.” you fought back. Brendon looked angrily at you while Dallon chukled.

“The soundcheck will start in a couple of minutes.” Brendon said trying to ignore that you were there. “And before that I want to talk with you about something. The hobbit can stay here.”

Brendon made a gesture with his head, so Dallon followed him. “Fuck you, Brendon Urie.” you thought.

You took your phone from your back pocket and called your sister. She was a huge fan of the band and wanted to know every detail of the concert.

“Are you there?!” she screamed.

“Wow. Hello to you too.” you said trying to annoy her. “How was your day?”

“Who cares about that? Have you seen him?” 

“I have. And he has been as rude as always. He has called me hobbit again. How can you like him? Seriously, he’s such an ass.”

“Hey! Don’t talk like that about my future husband or I’m not gonna invite you to our wedding.”

Even your sister’s voice was high enough to deafen anyone, you couldn’t hear her very well. A lot of people in the backestage were making noise. You saw a door opened that maybe was the guys’ dressing rooms. You went over there so you could hear your sister better.

“Hello? Anybody there?”

“I’m here. I was going to a place without that much noise. What were you saying?”

“I was saying that I won’t invite you to my wedding with Brendon.”

You laughed. “I might be able to live with it.”

As a reflex action you started to walk through the long corridor full of doors. You and your sister kept talking for a while when you stopped in front of one of the doors. More specifically, Brendon’s dressing room. You could hear some voices inside of it.

“You know how she makes me feel, Dallon!” it was Brendon’s voice. “I can’t concentrate when she’s near. And you know it.”

Yes, they were talking about you. Quickly you said goodbye to your sister, promising to call her later. 

You weren’t a snooper but if that conversation was about you, basically you had to know it.

“I thought that you hated her. Why are you saying this now?”

“How could I hate her?” those words made you open your mouth. You couldn’t believe that. “She’s the most beautiful girl that I’ve ever seen.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Dallon shouted surprised. “And why are you acting like an ass while (Y/N) is here?”

“I told you! She makes me feel nervous!”

“I can’t understand you, Brendon. You like a girl but you act like if you hate her. That doesn’t even make sense!”

“Should I tell her about it?” Brendon asked dubiously. “She doesn’t like me.”

“You stupid bitch! She doesn’t like you because she thinks that you don’t like her!”

That was true. Dallon knew you very well.

“Tell her! Go and tell her everything that you haven’t said in all this time!”

“Right now? We have to start with the soun–”

“Fuck the soundcheck! I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”

“You have?”


You couldn’t believe. Maybe you were dreaming and that was all in your head. But when the door opened and hit you in the face you realised that you weren’t dreaming.

“(Y/N)! You okay?” Dallon asked while laughing.

“Yeah. I think so.” you rubbed your forehead. “Spencer sends me. He says that the soundcheck needs to start right now.”

“And why he sends you, hobbit?” 

“Stop calling me hobbit, Urie!” you shouted angrily. “And stop being an ass with me! What have I done to you? You don’t even know me!”

Dallon hit Brendon’s ribs with his elbow. “I’ll be out there.” and he left. Leaving you two alone.

“You’re right. You deserve an apology.” you raised your brows. “I know that I’ve been kinda rude with you–”

“Kinda? You’ve made me to hate you without any good reason.”

“Sorry about that.” he apologized and pulled his head down. 

“Brendon” you called. “I’ve heard the conversation.”

He looked at you immediately with his eyes wide open. “Why? I mean – Yeahm why?”

“I was talking with my sister and heard you and Dallon talking about me. And I have just done what any human would do.”

“Then you know everything.”

“It’s possible. But I want to hear it from you.”

Brendon smiled. “So, you still hating me now that you know why I act like that with you?”

“You have to earn my forgiveness.”

He took your hand and kissed the back of it. “(Y/N), also known as the hobbit, will you forgive me for all this time being a stupid?”

“Not at all.” you kept acting tough. “What else would you do?”

“I could kiss you but probably you will slap me in the face.”

“Why don’t you try?”

He thought for a second, trying to process all that information. “Shall I take the risk?”

You didn’t notice that he was getting more and more closer, you could feel his breath on your face. 


Both smiled at the same time. Brendon put a hand in your cheek and pressed his lips with yours. It felt better than what you expected.

“That’s my boys!” you heard that Dallon shouted from the other side of the corridor. “Keep going. I’m not here.”

And you didn’t. You didn’t want to stop kissing Brendon.

“That kiss has been too good for a hobbit.”

“Thank you.”

anonymous asked:

Maya, even if it's done well, don't you think promoting music at the same time as Dunkirk, will leave audiences with the impression that this was a one-off from him and that he's not serious about acting and pursuing other acting roles?

Absolutely not!! You have to understand that the general audience doesn’t indulge in continuous, detailed considerations about the celebritites they happen to see on their magazines, on their screens or hear on the radio! When you try to put yourself in the GA’s shoes, you must consider what their gut reactions to your client’s exposure might be. Are you showing the right angle? Was that interview crafted in the right way? What if you had chosen a different word to send a slightly differnt message? Was it ok to have them attend that event in those clothes? Are you pushing them too much? Are people gonna get tired of them? Nobody is going to stop the engine while Harry’s song passes on the radio and go “Hey, I also saw this guy at the movies yesterday! Wait, does he sing, too? Maybe he doens’t take his acting career that seriosuly!”. Maybe some critics may make a few vile comments about it. But if Harry’s job as an actor ends up being collectively praised and his album  proves to be an high quality product, than he’s going to be fine. 

Harry has like, mostly disappeared for longer than a year. A well balanced void has been created around his persona. I count on them being able to fill it with the right amount of insistence and sharpness, as they have some time at hand before it starts being too much. If well handled, this is going to be good, in my opinion :)

anonymous asked:

wasn't the minho thing already proven to be fake?

Ha Minho’s controversy started w/ the alleged screenshots of him flirting with girls- I read the translations HERE. Of course this doesn’t seem terrible to international fans, but you have to take into account that these things might be viewed differently in Korea. 

Edit: Just wanted to clear something up, just in case- When I said they (the messages) don’t seem terrible- I didn’t mean to make it look like I was downplaying the grossness of them, I was simply trying to say that to some international fans the messages may not seem terrible. This is obviously subjective to a person’s own definition of what terrible is. But to me, and to most other people, they are terrible and very gross, regardless of the sad fact that in some high schools (including the one I attended) these messages would seem like the “norm”.

Anyway, I assume when you say proven false you mean this tweet? I appreciate the effort that went into that but that’s honestly how jpegs look when they’re compressed. The screenshot was already low quality to begin with. There’s not much that proves other than the fact that the image is low quality. 

The main point of the controversy and his subsequent dismissal from the show and his contract isn’t the screenshots, though. While they may have started the momentum, his ex-girlfriend did come forward and shared her story (you can read a translation here) which is a lot more serious than the screenshots.

To be honest, at this point, whether the screenshots are fake or not doesn’t really matter. His company did not deny the scandal. They looked into it and obviously found at least something very wrong so they terminated his contract and pulled him from the show as soon as possible. That’s a red flag that SOMETHING is true. What that is, of course, is up to speculation (although I’m pretty sure it was the harassment/bullying), but either way, he was wrong to do it. 


Hi everyone. My name is Sam. I’m going to Indy PopCon this summer to see Ethan, Brian, and G. I’m making this post so that everyone who cannot attend but wants to say something to any of them knows they can message me either a letter or artwork along with their name and I will give it to them for you. Remember that PopCon isn’t until July 7-9, but I just wanted to put this out there now so that people can have time to send in the things they want the boys to have. 💙💜💛

anonymous asked:

could i request libra being clingy because f!robin is busy lately and he misses her? or something fluffy with libra in general! (i love this blog, keep up being amazing!)

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You didn’t start to pick up on it until Libra offered to join you for the council meeting that night. He had been assisting you quite a bit the last couple of days, but you weren’t sure why.

It was hard enough for him to balance his priestly duties with the orphanage, and now he was trying to help you, as well? You thought it endearing, but you needed to mind his personal duties, as well.

That’s what you told him, anyways. His response was a polite laugh and a shake of his head, assuring you that he had plenty of time for you.

The question was, though, did you have enough for him?

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