I love my life… I’m not trying to escape. I promise.

But Simon hasn’t seen a lot of Jace/Alec interaction so far. It makes me wonder what else will Jace do to Alec in the next episode that will make Simon say that he treats him like a lap dog. Seriously, I cannot wait for Magnus to put a smile on Alec’s face, because he really needs some love and recognition.

Please donate to help Justin with emergency medical bills!

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Hi everyone, Mike/Miu here. I don’t normally write things like this, but I could really use your help with something. It’d mean the world to me.

Justin, a friend of mine that I’ve met through many lovely conventions who goes by Aqua/Ezzy (that’s him in the middle of the photo with some buddies) had to be airlifted to NYU Langone Medical Center a few days ago due to an infection that was causing him to go into kidney failure.

He ’s had a lot of health difficulty over the last few months after overcoming cancer and somehow the doctor’s overlooked what was happening to him now leading him to the condition he’s currently in.

As many of you out there that deal or have dealt with doctor’s judging you based on what medications you’re taking (especially those for depression) what was happening with Aqua slipped through the cracks as lazy doctor’s pinned him with anxiety & depression instead of looking at his medical history & actually taking into account his symptoms.

If you can spare anything, please donate to help him, here’s a Paypal Me link below that goes directly to him:

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If you’d like to find out more about what’s happening, his friend Talshu has also been writing updates about his condition, what’s going on and offering as much transparency on how the money is spent as possible here:


You can also see some posts from Justin on his FA account here:


Even if you can’t afford to donate, please reblog. Just getting the word out is an immense help.

The thing is, I have a lot of guy friends, and they are all, like, my brothers. I love to hold hands with people. And my guy friends—especially Tyler Blackburn [who plays Hanna’s ex-boyfriend Caleb on Pretty Little Liars]—everyone’s like, “You guys are dating!” And I’m like, “He is literally my brother.” I love him forever, but there would never be anything there.

Day 12 - A Grammy’s Love Story

“We should probably start getting ready,” I mumbled, ironically pulling myself closer to Adam on the couch as I spoke. “We have to be there in like three hours.”

“We could,” Adam kissed the top of my head, “or we could have sex and show up five minutes before the red carpet is over, like you usually do.”

I looked up at him, resting my chin on my hand that was placed on his chest. “Sounds like the mature, responsible thing to do.”

“I wholeheartedly agree,” he grinned, moving towards my lips.

My arms wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. He hands wandered under my shirt, slowly peeling it off.

“I love you,” I whispered the second his lips broke contact with mine. It seemed like such a natural thing to say. A year ago, we hadn’t even known each other, but now we knew each other better than anyone else.

We had fallen for each other so quickly, with a passion that I’d never known existed until I felt it with him. It was a passion that seemed like it would never dull. With every smile from across the room and text from across the world, I swore I would never stop getting butterflies in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to wake up entangled in each other every morning. I wanted to lean on his shoulder and chuckle as our kids performed a show for us in the living room. I wanted to spend fifty years with him and still feel this way every time he kissed my neck.

“Do you need to get that?” Adam asked, continuing to let his lips travel.

“Hmm?” my eyes were still closed as I lost myself in his touch.

“Your phone.”

I hadn’t even noticed it ringing. I grabbed it from the table beside the couch.


“Hey, Taylor,” Tree sounded worried.

“Hi,” I said, biting my lip, as Adam refused to remove his lips from my neck.

“So we need to change the song you’re performing tonight.”

“Ok… mmm… why?”

“Something came up,” Tree’s tone seemed a bit off, but I was too absorbed in trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible to care.

“Ohhh,” I sighed, partially in response to her, but mostly in response to Adam.

“So, anyway, you’re going to be doing Love Story tonight.”

“Mmmhmm,” I breathed.

“Taylor? Are you listening?” Tree broke me from my trance.

“Yeah, sorry,” I pushed Adam away. “Okay, Love Story tonight. Sounds good.”

“Great, I’ll see you there,” I could hear Tree’s smile. “It’s going to be a great night.”

“I hope so. See you soon. Bye.”

Adam took the phone from me. “Now… Where were we?”

“I think,” I pulled him back to my collarbone, “we were right about here.”

He immediately continued where he had left off.


He was reaching behind my back to undo my bra, “Hmm?”

“Did you feed the cats today?”

He froze, pulling away from me. “You know, maybe we should just get ready.”

“What? No. Why?” I grazed my hand over his chest and up his neck.

“Too many interruptions,” he pecked my lips. “We can continue later.”

“Okay, I guess,” I huffed. “But you fed the cats, right?”

He rolled his eyes. “Of course, babe.”


“What do you think?” I stepped out of the room to find Adam already waiting for me in his suit.

His eyebrows shot up. I was wearing a silky midnight blue dress with a plunge neckline and a slit down one leg.

“You look… Wow,” Adam slowly walked over to me.

I lived for that look in his eyes.


He nodded. “Does now constitute as ‘later’?”

I giggled, “Yeah, but I really don’t have time to take this off and put it on again.”

He sighed, over dramatically, “Okay, ready to go?”

That was a loaded question.

Was I ready to leave our safe haven and submerse myself in a frenzy of camera flashes and screaming? No.

But I grabbed his hand and led him to the car, replaying words I had preached years ago about living in spite of things that scare you to death.


Five. Five Grammy’s in less than two hours. Five thank you speeches that couldn’t possibly explain how thankful I was for everything my fans and crew and family had done for me. Five shocked faces that would be added to a Buzzfeed article in the morning of 200 of my best facial expressions. Five congratulatory kisses that were probably already gifs floating all over Tumblr by now.

Adam and I were backstage, preparing to present the Grammy for Best New Artist.

“Ready?” I offered him my hand, as I heard our names announced.

He nodded, grabbing my hand kissing my cheek before we stepped onto the stage. The lights were blinding, but “Shake it Off” was playing and Adam’s hilarious dancing distracted me from the lights and crowd.

I danced along with him, acting out the lyrics and moving to the music until we got to the podium and I had to begin our dialogue.

“You know, when I was a new artist, I was always terrified of awards shows,” I explained to the audience, as the music faded. “But over the years, I’ve learned that you can meet some pretty incredible people at award shows.”

“Aw, thanks, babe,” Adam beamed.

“Actually, I was talking about Justin Timberlake, but you’re cool too,” I giggled. “Without further ado, here are the nominees for Best New Artist.”

The announcer read off the names.

“And the winner is…” Adam spoke in an overdramatic voice, attempting to build up suspense.

I fumbled trying to open the envelope, and ended up dropping it and having to pick it up off the floor.

“Nice, Swift,” he laughed.

“Shut up,” I mumbled, smiling out of embarrassment. “Let’s try this again. The Grammy for Best New Artist goes to…”

“Tori Kelly!” we announced together.

After Tori’s acceptance speech, we went backstage again.

“I’m going to head back to my seat, but good luck on your performance,” Adam held my head in his hand. “I know it’s going to be incredible. I’m so proud of you and I love you so much.”

I was confused as to why he was making such a big deal out of wishing me good luck, when he usually just quickly kissed me good luck before I went on stage.

“Thank you,” I smiled at him.

He pulled me into a lingering passionate kiss that left me in a daze when he backed away.

“So, um,” he grinned. “Break a leg.”

He turned and walked away and I was left on my own, preparing to sing Love Story for the trillionth time.

My mom came over as I was getting my makeup retouched.

“You ready?” she beamed at me.

“Yeah,” I smiled back and noticed her tearing up. “What’s wrong, Mom?”

“Nothing,” she wiped under her eye. “I’m just so happy for you.”

“Aw, mom!” I hugged her. “You’re getting this emotional over Grammys?”

I saw an amused look flash across her face, but she quickly masked it and simply nodded, “Yeah. My baby girl has twelve Grammy’s. I’m so proud.”

“I love you, Mom.”

“You’re on!” Tree placed a hand on my back.

I walked toward the stage and looked back at them right before I went on. Something about their smiles gave me a weird feeling, but I decided I could think about that after the performance.

The choreography was familiar and I was so used to every move that I could probably do it in my sleep. I was well into the bridge when I heard gasps from the audience. I scrunched up my eyebrows, confused, but continued singing until a familiar hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me to face the other way right as I was singing “is this in my head, I don’t know what to think, he kneeled to the ground and” …he was there. On stage. In front of me. And suddenly he was on one knee… with a ring.

“Taylor,” Adam’s face broke into a huge smile.

The music continued playing in the background and only I could hear what he was saying.

“I knew from the minute I started talking to you that you were someone I wanted to spend as much time with as I could. I love the fact that I can laugh with you. You amaze me every day. God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long… Taylor Alison Swift, will you marry me? And not to be cheesy, but it’s a love story, baby just say 'yes.’”

None of my surprised faces at awards shows in the past decade could compete with the one spread across my face in that moment.

“Yes. Yes yes yes yes yes!”

He slipped the ring onto my finger and I pulled him up to me. I could barely kiss him because I couldn’t stop smiling so I pulled him into a hug as my band played the ending chorus of Love Story and the crowd erupted in cheers in the background.

I pulled away just enough to see his face. I could write a million songs about the way his eyes burned with passion in that moment. Like he was amazed that I loved him with the same intensity he loved me with. Like he was fascinated at the idea of spending a lifetime with me.


“And the Grammy for Album of the Year goes to… 1989 Taylor Swift!”

I gasped, not able to wrap my head around how the night had somehow just gotten even better.

I stood up to hug my friends and family, not being able to hold back my smile when I got to Adam.

“I can’t believe my future wife has 13 Grammys,” he murmured into my ear.

I giggled, not sure if I was more excited about the “future wife” or the “13 Grammys.”

“I love you so much,” I told him, letting go of him to give my sixth thank you speech of the night.


I wrote a little overview of MODDED over at Bleeding Cool, which is very much me in bumbling ramble mode. It also features an unfortunate metaphor involving a jar of wasps and a penis (mine). Probably best to read it all there, but I’ll pull out a few random quotes to go along with the art from the preview.

“Modded is R-rated Pokemon in the style of the Fast & The Furious in a Mad Max universe. It’s written by me. I’m the Eisner-Award losing writer of various bits and pieces.

Like the art? Of course you do. Ig‘s a monster. You’re all going to fall in love with him. He’s got that level of inspired brutality and unleashed invention that a project like Modded demands. The creative process basically goes “Dude! I need a monster!” and Ig sends me a monster and I go “Dude! That’s a fucking monster!” and Ig gives me the thumbs up, and then we hold each other for a while.

Well, that’s all you need to know, right? It’s in Cinema Purgatorio, out soon, buy it.


It’s also a chance to play in a form I’ve got enormous fondness for which I’ve never really had a chance to actually do – namely, the serial short-form comic. I suspect I’ve written more short-form work than most writers who’ve worked recently in the American superhero-mainstream. While I ran a mile from the once-traditional British Writer2000AD Future Shock training programme, my own dirty black and white photocopied zines used the form exclusively. I’ve grabbed the chance to do any short comics I can, most regularly in the back of the single issues of Phonogram. But to do a pop, dirty, regular comic? Never. Which means I desperately want to do it. In writing terms, I’m the guy in the bar who ends up inserting a delicate part of their anatomy in a jar full of wasps just because they’ve never tried it before, and you’ve got to try everything once, right, right?

So Alan Moore comes up and offers me a jar full of wasps? You better believe my cock is going in.


Modded is set in a world which fundamentally ended 37 years ago, with the Etheric Invasion which destroyed the world (aka the arrival of Space Invaders). Are you the sort of person who just went “Space-Invaders? What about Pong?” Well, I suspect this is the book for you, because the difference between Pong’s impact and Space-Invader’s impact is exactly the sort of thing we touch on. And hey, don’t stop at Pong. Go to Space Wars. Go to Turing’s first chess program. Go to HG Wells with his Little Wars. Go to Kriegspiel. Go to the first person who sat down, carved symbol on a bit of bone and realised you could do probably have some fun with these “dice” things…

I suspect many people in comics don’t know about my awful prehistory. For a very long time, I used to be a game critic. I worked for everyone, won awards and did literally anything a critic could do. I was moderately infamous, to a level where my name still turns up in textbooks. A lot of people hated me, which was a pretty good training level for dealing with writing comics. Point being: I love games, I love what games can do and I’ve missed having a place to publicly show that. And like anyone who really loves something, I understand the ambivalent and complicated feelings that should provoke. Don’t expect anything as comfort-food gee-aren’t-we-all-so-amazing-for-having-played-D&D as READY PLAYER ONE. I’ve been away for five years. I’ve been thinking.

This is mainly expressed in the form of jokes, because life is too short and I want to have some fun with you guys.

MODDED is fun. Is “fun” still a scarlet letter in comic? I don’t think so, but even if it was, MODDED isn’t that kind of fun. Most Fun books seem to be the all-ages stuff parents would buy for their kids. Modded is the sort of Fun book that kids buy and hide from their parents. It is, appropriately for Cinema Purgatorio, illicit.

That’ll do. Lots more over on Bleeding Cool.

MODDED is one strip in the forthcoming Cinema Purgatorio, which is a black and white anthology by Alan Moore, Kevin O’Neill, Garth Ennis, Raulo Caceres, Max Brooks, Michael DiPascale, Christos Gage and Gabriel Andrade.

Kickstarter is ongoing for those of you who like collectible malarkies. Keep an eye open for it come release. I’ll let you know when you can pre-order it.

anonymous asked:

So I have this guy friend that I have a crush on he's totally like adrien.. And I also have this internet guy friend who seems to be inlove with me and he sends alot of love stuff xD I dont really have an interest in him and then one day I asked my internet friend if he can send a pic of him and then he said ok and then the pic was my crush!!! I dont know why this happened and this is real i swear

I was totally shocked that time because all this time it was him and he asked me to send him a pic of mine too please help me i dont know what to do ;-;


“Silly girl, do you think I actually love you?” Chris said picking up his bag and walking out the door.
“What?!” You said totally shocked at his words
“I don’t love you Y/N. I can’t believe you were stupid enough to think I would love a girl like you.” He said slamming the door.
You just stood there looking at the door. That not even five minutes later the man you loved told you he never loved you. Hearing the car start and him pulling out of the drive way. Was when you feel to your knees. Placing your hand on your heart. You actually wanted to pull your heart out. It would hurt less then the pain you felt.

Feeling someone turn next to you. You woke up. Your heart was beating so fast. You swear it could have woke up the dead in the silent room. Rolling over Chris put his arm around your waist and pulled you closer. Looking over to the man next to you. He even looked perfect when he slept. You two had been together for over a year. The last three month had been living together. He told you daily how much you meant to him, but you couldn’t get that dream out of your head. You couldn’t breathe. Moving his arm you got out of bed and only made it to the kitchen downstairs before the tears started to fall.

Putting your hand over your mouth you cried quietly as you could. You were crying so hard that you didn’t even hear Chris come into the kitchen.

“Babe what happen?” Chris said leaning down toward you.
“You don’t love me.” You said with your head still down
“What?” He said moving your hands
“I had a dream that you said Silly girl do you actually think I could love you. And you left me because you said you couldn’t love a girl like me.” You said with new tears starting
“Babe.” He said helping you up.
Chris was in nothing but his boxer briefs.
Walking you back upstairs to the bedroom.
“Listen to me okay Y/N.” He said pushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.
“I have never loved anyone more then I love you. I’m not going anywhere. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.” He said leaning into kiss you.
“I love you to.” You said to him
“You are the girl I have always been looking for. Remember it was just a dream. You’re my girl Y/N.” Chris said pulling you closer to him.
Laying down snd putting your head on his chest. You feel a sleep listening to the man who loves you heartbeat

anonymous asked:

one of my personal headcanons about the earlier sonnets is that they were first written as commissioned, to convince someone to have kids, but then started being more and more about that person's beauty, and the terror that one day that beauty would be lost, as shakespeare fell more and more in love with him.

nice. i like that.

mine is the fair youth was not actually that hot. he was one of those kind of cute but pretty average looking guys but will could only see how beautiful he was.

10 Random facts that I haven’t told you yet:

1- I read your horoscope before mine. 

2- I miss you terribly. 

3- I love the way you smell like orange sometimes in the morning. 

4- You made me the best french coffee I ever had.

5- I didn’t like the food at our first date, I loved everything else though. 

6- I can’t remember my own face features but I recall yours perfectly. 

7- I still miss you terribly. 

8-  “7abibet 3omry” is the best I’ve ever been called. 

9- I wish he/she will have your cheekbones. 

10- You smell like safety and home. 

anonymous asked:

Whats the link to the pack&play? I feel like my bf would love this&it would help with his dysphoria, of course ill ask that this wouldnt make him feel uncomforted but if it really stimulates him & i & make him feel like the man he is i want to try it

mine is from freetom http://www.freetomprosthetics.com/collections/4-in-1-pack-pee-play-pleasure-prosthetics/products/rogue-5-1-2-4-in-1?variant=2172377539

check my freetom tag there’s lots of pics and such of it in there http://seethestarsablaze.tumblr.com/tagged/freetom

-I watch Benny Hinn a lot on Periscope. In fact I’ve been watching him since I was 11 or 12 years old. Tonight he is in Brazil and he had just finished a prayer with us and it was beautiful actually and I commented “Praise You Sweet Jesus ❤️” and he saw it and started talking. It made me happy not only that he noticed my simple comment, but because he shows how much he Loves the Lord. It’s really a precious site to me. I hunger for this. I love this and I hope you enjoy it too.



I’m not leaving, not without…Isabella


Countdown to our 13cm fairy’s birthday: D-D

Thank you for always doing your best. Thank you for never giving up and staying strong during hard times. Thank you for smiling even when deep down you don’t feel like it♡ Never stop being that precious human being I fell in love with♡ Happy Birthday to iKON’s oldest member, Kim Jinhwan!