I wrote this a few episodes ago, it’s a roof fic! (Fandom friend asked me to write it) But with a happy ending because that’s what we’re all hoping for when we watch this angst filled episode!
The sound of footsteps hitting the metal steps was all that
could be heard as Bernie rushed to get to the top of the flight of stairs, she
was taking two steps at a time and Jasmine and Fletch were close behind her.
Bernie could feel the cool air already touching her cheeks and she pushed her
hair out of her face as she reached the final steps and she didn’t hesitate in
banging on the sturdy door that was in her way.
“Serena!” Bernie shouted whilst hammering on the door.
“Serena, open up!” Bernie tried hitting the door once more
and she glanced to Jasmine and Fletch who were looking wide-eyed at her.
“Sod this.” Bernie growled and she used all of her strength
and pushed at the door, she pulled the handle as hard as she could and she
pushed repeatedly and with one last bout of strength, she pushed the door and
it flung open.
“Serena!” Bernie shouted once more and her eyes landing upon
a lone figure sitting close to the edge of the roof.
Bernie took a few steps towards Serena; she stayed quiet as
she did it then she stopped.
“Serena?” Bernie said softly this time and she got no
Jasmine and Fletch were standing in the doorway looking on
with frantic eyes.
“Look at me…please.” Bernie said, her voice wavering
Bernie swallowed inaudibly as she took another step closer
to Serena, this time there was movement from the brunette and she turned her
head and glanced up at Bernie.
Bernie gazed at Serena, she could see the residue from the
tears (she guessed) that had run down Serena’s cheeks and as she looked back up
into Serena’s eyes, she couldn’t see anything. Bernie couldn’t see any emotion,
Serena looked empty and Bernie’s heart broke. Taking a steady step, Bernie
reached her arm out.
“Take my hand.” Bernie said gently and Serena looked away.
“Serena.” Bernie said.
“I-I can’t, I’ve…lost everything, Jason’s left, Eli-Elinor’s
gone! And I don’t even know myself anymore.” Serena said with anger.
“You haven’t lost me, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”
Bernie said. “Jason’s just worried about you; he’s not sure how to help
“That’s because no one can help me.” Serena said plainly.
“Yes they can, we can. We are all here for you Serena but
you have to want to accept the help as well.”
Bernie watched Serena stand up and her heart starting
beating faster, it looked as if Serena was moving closer towards the edge and
Bernie was preparing herself for whatever was about to happen.
“What if I don’t want to accept help?” Serena said and she
turned around to face Bernie.
“Then we will continue to support you till you’re ready but
this isn’t the answer.” Bernie staring at Serena, she stretched her hand out
again and kept her eyes on Serena.
“Please take my hand.” Bernie said once more.
Tears ran down Serena’s face and she looked up at the dark
sky and closed her eyes, when she opened them she looked towards Bernie and
walked forwards then grabbed her hand. Bernie pulled Serena in and instantly
wrapped her arms around Serena’s body, she kept a firm grip on her, holding her
close and she listened to the sound of her partner crying.
“It’s going to be okay my love.” Bernie whispered and she
brought her hand up and rested it on the back of Serena’s neck.
“We will get through this.” Bernie added and she placed a
gentle kiss on the top of Serena’s head.
“I’m sorry.” Serena said her voice thick with emotion.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Bernie said and she
lifted her head, glanced over at Jasmine and Fletch, and gave them a silent nod
that it was okay and they understood then left the doorway.
“Do you remember the first day we met?” Bernie said, still
with her arms around Serena and she felt her nod.
“Engine been growling or whining?” Bernie said.
“Any intermittent smell of hot or burning rubber?” Serena
replied and Bernie laughed softly.
“Yes and you smiled at me that day and it was the most
wonderful smile I had ever seen, it still is.”
Silence surrounded them but then Serena tilted her head.
“Oh Bernie, what am I going to do?” Serena said, her voice
sounding nothing but exhausted.
“We’re going to do everything we can to help you, I will
support you. I will be here for you ever step of the way, you’re not on your
own you know that?”
Serena nodded and buried her face in the crook of Bernie’s
shoulder and Bernie closed her eyes. Thoughts were running through her mind,
thoughts of Serena and why she escaped to the roof in the first place, was she
going to jump? Bernie didn’t want to think about it, not yet anyway. A lone
tear ran down Bernie’s cheek and she kissed the side of Serena’s head.
“I love you.” Bernie said quietly rubbing her hand up and
down Serena’s back.
“I love you.” She repeated a little louder this time.
I think I’ve discovered what’s wrong and it’s not really what I thought it was.
I’m lonely. That’s what it is. I’m lonely and I’m not sure how to fix it.
It’s not even the missing people that hurts anymore, just the feeling of not having anyone. The feeling that I might never have anyone to talk to. To really talk to.
Because pushing them away wasn’t the right thing to do, was it? Assuming that they were going to hurt me like he did wasn’t the right thing to do.
And I know that now.
And it’s too late.
And it’s probably what I deserve. Okay, it IS what I deserve. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less. If anything, I think it makes it hurt more. I feel like I’m supposed to stay like this for the rest of my life because it’s what I deserve for pushing them away.
Does that even make sense? Probably not, but I’m not sure how to stop thinking that way.
I once hit my best friend because he said: "these meemees are so funny,, i love them" and i just looked at him and hit him. wtf did he think he was saying? If he says it once again i swear i'm going to kill him
He deserves to be tortured in a tub of peanut butter
Y’know guys, Mark inspires me so much. His perseverance, his kindness, his positivity, his diligence, his leadership, his selflessness, his care, his heart, his attitude, his love, his strength–just him. I think of Mark and I just feel like I should be a better person because such a wonderful human being lives on this Earth. He’s been through so much and he’s worked so hard, yet he still has one of the brightest most beautiful smiles on his face everyday, and it’s honestly so admirable. I respect him so much, and this has probably been said so much by so many people because there’s so much to admire about him, and I’ll add myself to that group of people.
Mark Lee deserves the world and everything more, and as much as a fan can, I love him with all of my heart <3
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Request: Hi I was wondering if your taking requests if you could do a newt X fem disabled reader the reader is insecure and doesn’t think anyone will love her because of her disability so newt showso her he loves her also please make it fluffy
A/N: There was no specified disability, so I tried to make it neutral and applicable to multiple disabilities. Also, I would also like to say that if you have a disability, whether mental or physical, you are incredible and anyone who tries to say that you aren’t, is wrong. Having a disability does not make you “less normal” or weird or strange, it makes you a unique and strong human being, and you deserve all of the love, respect and friendship in the world.
Warnings: mentions of disabilities, slight angst in the beginning, insecurity, massive amounts of fluff towards the end
The creatures were unusually active today, as they appeared sparked with more energy than normal. The numerous roars and howls had filled the walls of the case like a symphony, each beast’s voice proudly boasting its sound. The shed was still and calm as opposed to the rest of the case, as you were the only one present. You brought out your wand to change the ladder of the case, allowing it to become less steep and more accessible for you to get down before heading off to start preparing some poultices and potions as a way to distract yourself from your recent predicament at the market. Your hands plucked leaves and mashed them together in the ceramic bowl as you tried to choke back tears at the memory from earlier.
Newt had been hard at work in the case, especially since he had to build two more habitats for the recently rescued occamy eggs and the graphorns, as their new babies had resulted in a dire need for an extension of space. You noticed Newt’s constant state of fatigue and stress, so, being the loyal and kind friend that you were, you had decided to head down to the market to simply pick up a few items that you could use to prepare lunch that could help Newt gain his energy back. You told him that you would be heading out and would return soon, to which he replied with a sweet smile and sparkling eyes before going back to weaving a new nest.
However while at the market, a few bystanders had decided to whisper behind your back, hoping you wouldn’t hear their prude remarks that they targeted at you.
“Poor dear. I’d be ashamed for being that way, just look at her,” whispered a rather old woman whose purple hat tipped forward as she inched closer to her friend’s ear.
“I know. Probably has no one to go home to. It must be rather lonely to live with a disability like that,” responded the male friend, much more audibly than the woman next to him.
You tried to turn your focus away, but you struggled to do so. All your life you had been teased and treated differently for your disability, and comments like these speared your heart, stabbing it with holes far too painful to endure. You held back a few stinging tears as you heard to faint clicks of their heels exiting the aisle, leaving you alone with your frantic thoughts. Your previous idea of shopping was discarded as you maneuvered your way back to the gleaming glass door of the market shop front. You kept your head down, afraid of the thought that people were staring, looking at you like some sort of wounded animal, looking at you the same way as many students did during your years at Hogwarts. With a small push to the door, you left, the anxiety filled insecurities flooding your head and following you back to the case.
The shattering of glass broke you out of your reminiscence and thoughts, as your hand lost hold of the pottery bowl, bumping into and sending a small vial prepared with blue liquid slipping down to the floor of the shed. The world around you shrunk smaller and smaller, like it was crushing you. Perhaps the older pair at the market was right, perhaps you would never have anyone to come home to in the future. Was your disability truly that bad to extend its grasp not only on your physical being, but on your love life and search for companionship as well?
What if you were destined to be alone, to never come home to loving arms, to never curl up to someone at night, to never experience what your heart truly desired.
You stared at the seeping blue liquid as it ran like a river and bled through the cracks. The vile could easily be mistaken for your heart, broken, shattered, and obliterated. Quietly you set the tool and bowl that you were using to mash the ingredients away, and you quickly moved your arms to cover your eyes as more tears rolled over your cheeks like waves in the middle of the darkest sea. You didn’t ’ant to be this way, you wanted to be loved.
Between your sniffles, you heard slow footsteps thump against the floor boards. Wiping a few stray tears from your eyes, you peered up to see Newt walking towards you with a bucket swinging loosely in his hands, and as he approached you, a small smile was present on his face.
“Y/n? I didn’t think you’d be back yet. Merlin I thought the Niffler had broken into my,” he started with a tone laced with joy, but that soon drifted off as his smile morphed into a frown at the sight of your saddened state, “Y/n what’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
He moved towards you, worry underlining his features, but he stopped when his boot scraped against a shard of glass. His eyes trailed down to the blue splatters and you feared the worst. Even after knowing Newt for years, you had only seen his angry side on a few small occasions. However, instead of anger, Newt stooped down to clean up some of the larger pieces.
“I’m not mad, if that’s what you’re thinking. Accidents happen, I should know, I’m rather clumsy myself,” he spoke with a slight chuckle, trying to earn a smile from you. This was not the case though, as you still appeared with a sorrowful expression across your lips. Sighing, Newt stood back up, setting the shards on the table and placing a rag over the wet puddle, and then pulling up a stool next to where you were resting.
He looked into your eyes before placing his hands on his knees, tilting his head slightly towards the side, kind of like a puppy who was trying to brighten their owner’s day. His lips curled and his hair shone in the lamp light of the shed, and he sighed before speaking.
“There’s something else bothering you isn’t there? You weren’t just crying because of the spill.”
He knew you too well. He could read you like a book, scanning you as your emotions as he knew on the outside you may be fine, but on the inside, it was the polar opposite. You refused to make eye contact with him.
“I’m fine,” you mumbled with your lips quivering, tears threatening to fall.
“Y/n. Please. I want you to tell me what’s wrong,” he spoke in a hushed voice as his cheeks burned pink. You could have sworn that a tear was starting to form in his own eyes.
Breathing in rigidly, you spoke, “I just…these people, down at the market…they, they said these comments and I know you told me to ignore them…but I couldn’t help it, Newt. They were talking about m-my, my disability and I couldn’t help but think about what they were saying because they were right.”
“Right about what?” he questioned, leaning in more while wondering why anyone would ever dare to pick on you for something you didn’t have a choice in.
“About me not being normal, about me not finding anyone to love…”
Newt’s face dropped as his heartbeat quickened. He was angry, not at you of course, but at the people who even considered speaking that way about you. He was upset, because he knew how strong you tried to be, but even the strongest people get hurt sometimes, one way or another. He felt the need to engulf you in his arms right then and there, as you needed to know how much you mattered, how much he had cared about you. A protective surge raced through his veins, and he restrained himself from yelling as he did not want to frighten you more in your emotional state.
“I’m sorry for being stupid and insecure newt, I know this isn’t what you want to deal with right now. I know my disability is a prob-“
“Don’t even think about finishing that sentence Y/n, not even for a minute.”
You were cut off by his abrupt interruption, and you watched as his stern exterior melted into one of compassion, one you knew even at the start of your friendship.
“Now Y/n, I need you to listen to what I’m saying, okay? And I mean every word,” he paused, reaching over to grasp your hand, “Yes, you have a disability, but Y/n, this disability does not define who you are. Sure it is a part of you, but you are so much more of a person. You’re beautiful, Merlin are you beautiful, and you’re smart, sweet, kind hearted, and most of all, you’re strong. I have never met a woman as defiant and strong as you are, for every day you show the world that it can’t tear you down. Those people at the market were out of their minds and had no reason to judge you, and please remember this, you are loved and you will find the love that you desire. You’re special, unique, and different, and I think that that makes you one of the most remarkable people in the world. You are so much more than what anyone tells you, and I don’t want you to listen to anyone who says otherwise. You are incredible, and you deserve love in every possible way.”
A tear trickled down his own face, like the start of an April shower. You didn’t know how to respond, as your heart swelled with comfort, but still remained plagued with insecurity.
“B-But Newt, no one wants to love me. I didn’t really pay attention to it, but my disability makes people look away. I want love, but I don’t deserve it. I want to know what it feels like to experience love, but my disability makes it hard and seem otherwise…” you trailed off, falling back into the shadow of your doubt of finding a healthy relationship.
Newt moved closer to you, as his crystal yes were now inches away from you (eye color) ones, “Then let me be the one to show you what love is.”
Before you could respond back, Newt slowly began leaning closer to you, and you didn’t move away. When his lips finally pressed against yours, it was as if everything became so much clearer. You hadn’t noticed how the Magizoologist felt towards you, and now you were reassessing as to how you missed it. Newt’s lips moved with yours, being fueled by nothing but love and passion. His hands curved against your body, trailing over the seams of your dress and resting at your hips. You deepened the kiss, melting into the bliss of it all as you allowed your hands to weave their way into his cinnamon and honey locks. You felt his tongue softly touch against your bottom lip, begging for entrance past your lips, to which you allowed without a second thought. His hands still slipped and moved slightly, soaking in the beauty that you were, and you breathed in his scent of fresh turned soil and rainfall, further entangling your fingers in his hair once more. Deciding that you needed air, you broke the kiss, evoking a groan of disappointment from newt, as he didn’t want the kiss to end.
Your breathing was speeding up to match Newt’s own accelerating beat, as he stared back at you on awe at your being.
“Y-Y/n I, well I, I’m rather infatuated with you, and if you’ll let me, I want to be the one you hug and kiss, the one you lean into when you’re upset, the one you snuggle into at night to stay warm, and I promise you, that I will protect you and care for you in every possible way. I want you to have the love you deserve, and I want to show you how much I care about you.”
You had more tears in your eyes, but instead of being soaked with sorrow, they were hinted with happiness. You had everything you longed for right in front of you in the form of a dorky man with more freckles than you could count. His eyes searched your features, hoping you would say yes, especially considering the magnitude of passion that rose from the kiss.
“Of course Newt, but my disability…”
“Your disability only makes you more special darling. With or without it, I would still see you as the most stunning and amazing person in the world.”
You smiled, and you leaned in to capture Newt’s lips once more, bringing your hand to caress his cheek. You felt him smile into the kiss, expressing bliss and affection because to him, you were the most important thing in his life, and you deserved to feel special in every way. He scooped you into his arms bridal style before twirling you around the shed. Breaking the kiss you laughed as he spun you around like a giddy child, smiles evident on both of your lips.
“Come on darling, I’m going to take you out, as it seems neither of us had lunch yet.”
You blushed, feeling a bit guilty since you didn’t bring home anything to prepare the intended lunch, but the feeling was erased as Newt simply placed another heated kiss upon your cheek. You never thought you would experience such a feeling of passionate euphoria, but little did you know that was your heart sought was closer than you thought, and he didn’t care how different you were, as that only made you more special in his heart.
I love Burnie, I respect and admire him a lot, and I certainly don’t think he deserves the level of vitriol that Miles attracts. I just think that of the two of them, Miles deserves it less. Because regardless of execution, Miles has actually, actively, tried to do the things that everyone keeps saying he should do. He tries, and listens, and quite often gets his efforts spat back into his face, because this end of the fandom has a hate boner for Miles Luna that goes well-beyond just a demand for diversity.
I became aware of my tendency to feel guilty most of the time. I would love to learn self-love and self indulgence. But I don't know how. It seems impossible to me. There is always this part of me that thinks it's my fault and I don't deserve forgiveness.
Start by loving that part of you that thinks you don’t deserve it. That part of you thinks it doesn’t deserve it because it was never given it and has given up in trying to get it from others, and now it wants it from you. Give it to it. When that part speaks to you and says: you don’t deserve love or any of this and it’s all your fault. Just simply let it speak and bring your warm attention to it. It speaks because it seeks your attention, your attention is love. That is where to start. That is where it begins. What you feel doesn’t need your love, that part of you that you feel doesn’t deserve it, is exactly where it needs to go. This part of you deserves love, you deserve love. Acknowledging those thoughts and feelings and bringing your attention to them is a good start to all of this.
I’m starting a new project, or perhaps
more accurately I’m starting a project over. I’ve had this Moonlight
Falls save forever and honestly, I didn’t know much about Story
Progression when I started it and I feel like I want a fresh go. I
want a town with the actual progression more or less minimal so I can
move from home to home with little excitement happening in other
sim’s lives outside the current actives because I want to be there
for the exciting stuff!
My solution to this is to go into a
fresh and unspoilt version of Moonlight Falls and begin portering
townies into the lovely tidied up locale Wickery Glen. Obviously they
need some cleaning up before I moved them because some of them are so
ugly I think the devil himself would wince and asked if anyone really
deserved that kind of treatment.
My first victims are the Durwoods. I’m
somewhat fond of them, Zoe has often been my biggest target when she
ages up to a young adult. That won’t be for a while though and I
don’t mess with children’s genetics too much because slider children
grow into slider monsters that I can’t be assed to fix when it’s just
townies. So my first makeover is Doreen!
me, laying in bed and staring up at the ceiling as i think about irrelevant pokemon shit instead of moving on with my life: Dawn is nice and everything but sometimes I’m not really sure she and Piplup deserved to win that match against May and Glaceon. But then I get scared that I’m just biased because Glaceon is one of my favorite Pokemon.
The two of them just get inside a freaking time matchine or the Tardis or whatever and go back to the freaking ball and have the garden make out session they deserved because THAT was THE moment (i still cry it didnt happen i swear)
It was years later. Decades. Victor’s hair actually had turned grey and not silver. “Yuuri…”
The baker, whose once youthful skin bore wrinkles now and whose dark hair was peppered with white, turned to look at his king. “Yes, darling?”
“I really wished I had kissed you at the ball. I still think about it. Not to say our first kiss wasn’t perfect, it was but… I could never kiss you enough and kissing you there in the gardens in the only thing that could make that memory more perfect.”
Yuuri hummed in consideration. “…We could…”
Victor snapped to face Yuuri so quickly his elderly spine sounded off a series of cracks. He winced. “What?!”
There was a smirk on his baker’s lips and a twinkle in his eyes. “Phichit,” Yuuri whispered.
Old King Victor nearly had a heart-attack when a cloud of glitter burst into the air and a handsome dark-skinned man clad in sparkling white and blue appeared. “You rang?”
Yuuri laughed. “Phichit, you’re still young!”
Victor was still getting over a possible heart attack.
“Well, yeah, duh, I’m a fairy,” Phichit rolled his eyes as if it were obvious. “I’m not gonna let myself get old and wrinkly like you guys. What’s up, Yuuri?”
“I don’t know if you can do this but–”
“Send you back to the ball so you guys can make out?” Phichit asked knowingly. “Ummm, kinda. You gotta push yourselves together though. Like, literally. Have fun!”
And that was all the warning they got before they were enveloped in a cloud of glitter and transported back to the ball.
“Huh, that actually worked,” Yuuri mused as Victor tried to process what was happening. Because suddenly it was night. And they weren’t at their vacation home on the beach in the kingdom of Giacometti. They were back at the palace, in the gardens. And music flowed from the halls inside. “Look!”
Just ahead, Victor saw…. himself. And Yuuri. Much, much younger, in their ball attire from so many years ago, standing in each other’s arms, gazing as lovingly at one another as they still did every day, but looking so lost in the feelings of young, new love.
Victor looked at himself and thought, Wow… I WAS hot. And Yuuri’s tush looked particularly banging. How had he not paid attention to that detail at the ball back then? What a regrettable thing to notice just now.
“Come on, it’s almost midnight!” Yuuri hissed, grabbing his king’s hand, seeming oddly at ease as he indicated Victor to not make noise as they snuck toward their younger selves, who were too busy staring at each other in wonder to notice the two elderly versions of themselves.
Slowly… slowly… partially for stealth and quiet, and partially because their old bones could not really move much faster than that.
Yuuri snuck up behind himself and Victor behind… young Victor. Then, indicating an unspoken signal, they shoved their younger selves together, into a kiss as Yuuri cried out, “You end up together so make out already!!”
And the two old men shuffled off cackling wildly, holding hands, into another puff of glitter.
Victor awoke with a start and sat up straight in bed, looking at his side to see his aging Yuuri dozing peacefully beside him. Not quite wrinkled, but perhaps getting there… Still beautiful in middle-age, and would remain so no matter how many years would pass, Victor was sure of it.
Victor settled back down beside Yuuri, closing his eyes, and tried to conjure the dream back up so he could figure out if he had been balding or not.
What do you think of the argument that smokers, alcoholics, extremely fat people, etc should have their access to free health care limited because they caused some of their own illnesses through poor life choices?
I think that’s healthist and fatphobic bullshit.
No one is arguing that we shouldn’t set people’s legs because they broke them doing risky things, are they? And I’d argue there’s a lot more behind smoking, alcoholism and being fat than “life choices”. Systemic problems with our society and genetics contribute significantly to these people’s circumstances.
We are all important parts of society, and we all deserve healthcare.
I met this guy two years ago and I've been in love with him the entire time. I mustered up the courage to tell him how I felt because everyone was telling me to. And he told me that he cared about me but he didn't love me. He's literally everything I have ever wanted. And the reason he doesn't love me or want me is because I'm a mom. He doesn't want kids and I have a 3 year old daughter. And I'm not angry with him for it. I'm just hurt by it. I don't know how to let go....
You should be angry with him. If that’s the only reason why he doesn’t want you then he never deserved you. You deserve someone better, someone who won’t run away because you have a daughter. Children are amazing. They bring happiness in your life. Try to focus on other things in life, don’t waste your time thinking about him.
Is it weird that Jungkook's playlist made me fall even more in love with him? I've never met anyone that has such similar interests to me, and honestly I would do anything just to be able to meet him and tell him how much love and happiness he's brought into my life. All I want is to give him all the love and happiness in the universe because he deserves nothing less, but the fact that I can't do anything for him breaks my heart. I just want him to be happy, but I can't even do that :(
Oh my I think I ghost wrote this because this is exactly how I feel. Isn’t there something kinda beautiful when someone shows you a list of their fave songs or songs they’re enjoying? Because they clearly like the song and it must have some sort of meaning to them and IDK I just think it’s cute that the boys have been showing us songs they like :’) and as for jungkook, he really is such a sweet smol bun who deserves everything. all I really want is to just hug him and thank him
In regards to the Mikan thing, we don't know how the others would have reacted if they had regained their memories. Each of them can stand there and claim that they wouldn't have fallen back into despair if they were in her shoes. But we don't know that. I'm not saying that Mikan deserves a "poor baby did nothing wrong" treatment. But I don't think she should be completely villainized either.
(Yes and I 100% agree with you ! But I never said that she should be villainized, just that Hiyoko doesn’t want to forgive her and that it’s her right :)
I said that because I know a lot of people prefer Mikan over Hiyoko and so they are adopting the “poor baby did nothing wrong” treatment toward Mikan while being angry at Hiyoko because she refuses to forgive her.
And yes, Hiyoko’s past actions towards Mikan were really bad. But that doesn’t mean that she has the obligation to accept the fact that she was killed with a smile. A lot of people see it as a punishment she deserved but I don’t agree with that ^^’
But I totally agree with the fact that we can’t really judge Mikan’s actions as we can’t compare it with other people :)
Funny to watch all you so called Selena fans who support jelena turn on her so quickly. But none of you had anything this harsh to say when Justin was making out with Sophia just a couple months ago. She's taking some time off and doing what makes her happy and all of you giving her grief for that just because she's not obsessed with Justin anymore should be ashamed.
The only one who need be ashamed here is YOU. Listen if you will try to drag us at least do it with facts,ok?Jelenators dragged Justin every time he deserved.
I will always love and support Selena,don’t matter what.But,i’m sorry if i have my own opinion and don’t let the haters tell to me what to do or think.You know,this is called personality. Look it up,sweet. Be a fan don’t mean that you have that agreed with everything you fave do.Selena is being a public mess,and only blind stans can’t see that.She’s not ok.
Feel in pressure,lonely and wanting to people forget about you,is not what people that are happy do.Selena is feeling all this things.Vogue interview is here,did you read that?Read the interview.After that i want see if you have that nerve to come back here and keep saying that Selena is happy. Stop lying to yourself saying that Selena is happy.The poor girl is already in denial,we don’t need see the Selenators in denial too.Because this is sad and pathetic as fuck.
Of course you deserve more likes (notes, likes, votes, whatever their called) and followers! I look at my work whether it's art or something else and think it's horrible but that only because I've been staring at the picture working on it, but to many many MANY other people it is amazing! It's not rare to not like your own art is all I'm saying, you just have to look at it from someone else's prospective.
I don’t even should to telling.( i understand you saying) but… Thank you so much!
Niall promotes this town all over the place and the song was very successful, I don't think he's at all stressed right now, he's focusing on his own album and his faves should just focus on him. Harry has a lot of hype for a reason, this isn't just fan created, he is an outrageously good performer and is extremely talented and charismatic. He also has a great team with an excellent strategy, it makes no sense to get mad about him having opportunities. He's earned this hype and he's gonna deliver
I think they’re complaining about how SNL is more important than the places he went to promote his song. Are they not tired of finding excuses to put Harry down? I would. I agree with you, they should focus on their fave and their work. You know why they call us “extra”?? Because the only thing we do is celebrating our fave, without caring about anyone else…they should learn from us lol Also, Harry really deserves all this hype..he worked his ass off all these years and know he’s
reaping the benefits of his work!