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Paige: “Do you love her?”

Alison: “I know how I feel when she looks at me. I’ve never felt that with anyone before. It’s like, she sees who you really are. Maybe that’s the scariest part. You look at her, and her eyes. And you wanna be worth the effort. You wanna be the person she sees.”

Paige/Me, an intellectual: She do.

Moments and Memories- Chapter Four

This was not the image I had originally picked out, but I really love this. SO maybe it’ll return. Thank you guys so much for all of the continued love and support, it truly means the world to me. I hope you enjoy this surprise early chapter! I have no idea when the next part will be out, so please enjoy it and continue to give feedback because it absolutely gives me ideas <3

I wake up snuggling a warm body on the couch, the opening for The Little Mermaid playing on my TV as I yawn and rub my eyes. I sleepily reach for the remote and turn the screen off before rolling over and snuggling my warm pillow, listening to his heartbeat and-

Wait.

I jerk in a panic, suddenly wide awake as Chris startles, looking around before his eyes land on me, making him relax and smile gently. “Morning, beautiful.”

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“Do you want to talk about it?” Niall asks softly.

Harry burrows in closer to Niall’s side. “No. Really not at all.”

“Do you think you need to?”

Jesus, why is Harry surrounded by all of these emotionally healthy people? It’s annoying.

“Yeah, probably.” He rolls onto his back with an annoyed sigh. “How about, I just get in my car and drive to Canada. There’s whale work in Canada, right?”

Niall shrugs. “Dunno, mate. Belugas, maybe? It gets really fucking cold in Canada, but everyone’s super nice. So, might be worth it. Except, it isn’t where you really want to be, is it.”

“Why is everyone forcing me to face uncomfortable truths about myself?” Harry sulks. “Maybe I really do want to go to Canada! I’ve heard it’s nice!”

“You don’t want to go to Canada, you want to go live in happily ever after bliss with Louis in Providence, and study whales and have babies,” Niall says wisely.

Harry stares at him. “How the fuck do you know that?”

“Oh Harry,” Niall’s smile is sweet and sympathetic. “You’ve been trying so hard to convince yourself that you guys are just friends, but it’s so clear, mate. Everyone else can see it.”

Harry groans, and flops down on to the bed, flinging his arm over his eyes. “I think I’ve had all the insight I can handle for today, to be honest.” He thinks of the letter in his bag, and swiftly shoves the thought away. It’s too much, all just too much. “What the hell day is it even, anyway?”

“Tuesday, mate, late day tomorrow.” Niall leans over Harry and rummages under the bed, pulling out a crumpled brown paper bag. He tosses Harry a knowing grin. “Wanna get high?”

Harry ignores that fact that he hasn’t had one text from Louis all day. They’d been a bit awkward around each other that morning, and finally Harry had gathered his things. When he’d left, Louis had pulled him into a hug and pressed a sweet, soft kiss onto his lips. “Be well, Harry,” was all he’d said, and Harry had pretended that it hadn’t sounded like goodbye.

“I’m in.”

Harribo: Lou. LOUISSSSSSSS. LOOOOOUISABSJHWBBE

Harribo: WHere are you? You’re not here, Lou.

Harribo: I’m sad, Lou. Louissssssssss.

LalaLou: Are you high?

Harribo: HOW DID YOU KNOW??? FUCK CAN YOU READ MINDS?

LalaLou: I’ll talk to you later, Harry. Have fun with Niall.

Harry stares at his phone, squints at it as the text blurs, and then drops it onto the bed. “How’d he know it was you I got high with, Nialler?” The room is spinning a bit, and he feels all light and floaty.

“Well,” says Niall reasonably, taking another bong hit, “Who else would it be, really?”

Harry snickers at that. Then he turns to Niall and frowns. “Luke thinks I’m a bat,” he says solemnly.

Niall’s mouth drops and his eyes widen. “No way! Can you, what’s it called, I had mono during that part of zoology,” he snaps his fingers several times and then sits bolt upright and shouts excitedly, “Echolocation, Harry! Can you echolocate?”

I know how i feel when she looks at me. I’ve never felt that with anyone else. It’s like she sees who you really are. Maybe that’s the scariest part, you look at her eyes and you wanna be worth the effort. You wanna be the person she sees
—  Ali has always known, she’s just scared to love and be loved. She’s scared she’s not enough for her mermaid.
IT'S A LOVE HATE THING || R.M

I have always adored Reggie Mantle, ever since freshman year when he actually was nice for once. Well right before our junior year we hooked up. At Moose’s party. I don’t know how we ended up together that night. I guess we were really drunk, maybe even too drunk to recognize each other that night. Ever since then we have casually been hooking up. All platonic. Maybe once or twice a week. I’ve hidden my crush from him and after a while we shared the same feelings. We started dating but in secret. Reggie and Archie aren’t exactly best friends either. But as we started dating he became more and more rude to people and especially after he made it on the football team. We broke up before junior year ended. It didn’t exactly last long, but I knew I loved him enough to know it was real. He actually broke up with me, for no reason. Then senior year came around. The last and most memorable year before college. Yeah right. I wish.

“Y/N! I have been looking everywhere for you!” Betty and Kevin came running towards me. “What? What’s wrong?” I said looking a little confused. They both were trying to catch their breath. “somebody spread rumors about you being a slut target! Number one on the target list” Kevin said while still catching his breath. “What? How? WTF?!?” I said surprised but pissed. “How is that possible, I haven’t slept with that many guys! You guys know that right?” I said franticly and they both nodded. “but we still don’t know who you have slept with” Betty said.  “does everybody know?” I asked when suddenly chuck came right behind me and whispered “U need a ride? I’ll be your ride” my eyes just went from earth to mars. I got really angry. I elbowed him in the stomach and he groaned in pain. “stay away from me chuck. You are such a dick!” I screamed at him. “Reggie, told me you were easy! Thought I give it a shot” he said in between groans. “Reggie?” Kevin and Betty whispered and grabbed arms and we walked away from a groaning chuck. As we walked away Cheryl suddenly appeared in front of us “So Y/N, is there anything you want to share?” Cheryl asked with a smirk on her lips. “Stay out it, Cheryl” I spat as I glared at her. When we were outside I broke down crying. Betty saw Veronica and waved for her to come closer. “Y/N, what’s wrong? You have to tell us what happened?” they all sat in a little circle. I sniffled and dried my nose with a tissue paper. “well, where should I start? You guys remember the party at Moose’s before junior year? Yeah. Well Reggie and I kind of hooked up” they all looked surprised “what do mean by ‘kind of’ hooked up?” V asked. “Well, we hooked up at the party. After that we still kind of kept hooking up?” I said more like a question. “and then we kind of started dating around thanksgiving time until like spring-break when he broke up with me. For no reasons I guess.” I said sadly. “Wait what? You guys dated for a few months without us knowing. No wonder you would always disappear when we were at the party and the football team was there!” Kevin exclaimed looking a little confused. “Do you still like him?” V asked. “no, fuck no!” I said too quickly. “but you still love him?” a long pause before I answered. “yes, no I mean no… I don’t know. Maybe.” My eyes started to water. Kevin stroked my back with his hand. “you do” “alright, maybe I do still love him, but he doesn’t know that. I think. I don’t know. Ever since we broke up. He has given me a cold shoulder. He won’t even look at me and if he does, it’s with disgust.” I finished talking. Reggie and I have turned our love to hate. We keep saying rude comments to each other like bitch, manwhore, slut, ass, dick and such. Ever since then we don’t exactly talk at all.

My mind wandered to Reggie and I suddenly got really pissed at him, because he kept telling his friends I’m a slut. I stood up started walking inside. “Y/N! where are you going?!” B asked. They followed behind me walking in the boy’s locker room and I slammed the door open. As I saw Reggie laughing and talking to his teammates, I stomped towards him and slapped him right across his cheek. A silent pause went through the whole locker room. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I screamed at you! “You are such an asshole, Reggie! I can’t believe you did that.” I continued. “what’s wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you, walking in the boy’s locker room slapping me and screaming your head off” Reggie screamed back at my face. I saw the other guys staring and whispering on what’s going on. “Hey Y/N, what’s going on?” Archie suddenly walked towards us with a towel around his waist. “Stay out of it, Archie” he lifted his hands in surrender. “How stupid can you be Reggie? That was really childish of you.” I kept screaming at him. I saw anger and hurt in his eyes. Everything was silent. “at least I’m not a slut and a bitch.” He said and his head suddenly went to the left. I had slapped him again. His right cheek was red. Beet red. I was going to kick and hit him again but Kevin, Veronica, Betty and Archie were holding me tight. We all started yelling at each other. The coach came and yelled, “Y/N and everybody, you’re not allowed in the boy’s locker room! Get out!”, “Reggie, We’re not done!” I pointed at him looking really hurt. It’s the first time we’ve talked or spoke to each other even if we were fighting since the breakup.

Later on we were all sitting in the student lounge. The football team on the other side and me and my friends on the opposite side from them. I keep glaring at the team and I kept getting eye contact with Reggie and every time it hurt, deep down I’m hurting. “Y/N are you free later today? I need a release!” Chuck said, I gasped and turned my head towards him. “What the fuck did you say?” I angrily said back. “oh you heard me!” chuck chuckled as he walked closer. I looked at him in disgust. “you are absolutely disgusting chuck. Get away from me.” I yelled at him. He had already his hands on my waist and one on my butt, slowly lifting my shirt up. Everyone’s attention was towards us. He pulled me even closer, almost carrying me before he was dragged away and I fell down on the floor. Yelling started to appear and I heard Archie, Chuck, Veronica, Betty, Reggie, Moose and Jughead arguing and yelling. I stood up and ran out. The tears broke out.

I sat on the bleachers outside, crying. The school already ended a few hours ago. I sent a message that I already went home, but I didn’t. They didn’t know that. I heard footsteps and as I looked up. I didn’t expect to see him, Reggie. “You alright?” he said. “What do you think?” I turned my face towards the football field. He sat down beside me. The wind outside got stronger and I felt goosebumps on my arms. Reggie noticed that I started to shiver. He took off his Letterman jacket and put it on my shoulders. “thanks” I mumbled. We sat there in silence for a few minutes. “You don’t need to be here, Reggie.” I finally said. “I do!” he answered back. “how did you know I was here?” I asked him. “I know you, Y/N.” he said back “No, you don’t. Why are you here anyways? Don’t you have a girl you need to sleep with? Or a girl in general waiting for you?” my outburst was sudden. A surprised expression entered his beautiful face. Everything was suddenly awkward. He was silent looking at me. A groan came out of my mouth and I sat down annoyed. “I’m sorry” Reggie mumbled. “why do you even care? Reggie? Tell me why? Why me?” I started raising my voice as I stood up again looking at the field. Thunder and lightning started to appear. “I don’t know. I just… I don’t know” his voiced cracked. “if you don’t know. Then leave. I don’t want you here. You have hurt me enough. Please just leave” the tears started running. The rain started to trickled down my cheek. “no” he said. My glance went from the field to him. His cheek was still a little red. “Fine, if you won’t leave then I will.” I reached for my bag but Reggie stepped in front of it. “Reggie, move!” I cried as I tried to push him away and gave his letterman jacket back. He finally stepped aside and I took my bag and started to walk away from him. The rain started to pour down. “I love you” I heard him whisper. I stomped towards him and was going to slap him in the face but he grabbed my hand before it hit him. My eyes were watering. I was mad, sick and tired. “Why? You have been an asshole. We haven’t talked since spring break and now you love me? What the hell is wrong with you? You broke up with me remember?” I yelled at him in pain. “Yeah, but you cheated remember that?” he yelled back while still holding my wrist. I was in shock. “I cheated when? I didn’t cheat on you? Who told you that?” I was still in shock. where did he get that from? “Moose and Chuck!” he said quietly “are you fucking serious Reggie. You trusted a bunch of idiots instead of talking to me?” I exclaimed. We were soaked and cold. I kept crying but I still looked at him. He still held my wrist but loosened it up a little. Then he started crying “I love you, I always have. I didn’t get the chance to tell you because I found out you were “supposedly” cheating on me. That’s why I broke things off.” he said getting a little angry. “what is done, is done!” I said. he dropped my hand. And I started walking home. The lump in my chest was hurting. I just couldn’t believe it. He thought I cheated on him and wouldn’t even talk to me about it. What an asshole. The rain was still pouring. I was walking in the parking lot and have just walked pass by Reggie’s car.

“I’m sorry” a voice behind me said. “sorry doesn’t cut it Reggie.” I continued walking. “just give me a chance” he pleaded. I ignored at continued walking home. I was suddenly against him, but before I could say anything he pressed his lips tightly against mine. His hand against my cheek. I wanted so badly to push him away but I couldn’t. I opened my mouth letting him in. He smiled into the kiss. He pushed me against his car, lifting me up on his car. He removed his lips from my mouth and on to my neck. I moaned. “I still hate you, Reggie Mantle” I moaned out. “I love you too, Y/N Y/L/N” he kissed my lips before attacking me with his lips again. He unlocked his car door and we went into his back seat. He kept kissing my neck and started to take off my shirt. Our wet clothes were stuck on our bodies. Suddenly clothes were everywhere. Underwear on the steering wheel and pants and skirt on the dashboard. Loud moaning and groaning were coming out from his car. Our bodies went from wet and cold to sweaty and hot. We both had to catch our breath, I was laying naked on top of naked Reggie. “I haven’t been with a girl since Spring break” he said. “what? You haven’t? what about the girls I have seen you with?” I questioned, “I only made out with them, but nothing more. I just couldn’t”. I lifted my head from his sweaty chest. “Really? It’s has almost been like a year” he nodded. “I still love you Reggie” he smiled and kissed me on my lips. We put back our wet clothes and he drove me home. As he parked in my drive-way he gave me one last kiss for the night. “I love you and I’ll always will” he said, the kiss lasted a lot longer than expected because were already on round two.

2

Nate: Come on, it’s not that bad. Maybe they really want to experience something they’ve never had a chance to.

Tobias: Yeah, especially Wendy. And Nicole. Nate… could you just give me a big hug before we go?

Nate: Sure. Come here, and please calm down, because too much tension radiated from one person in the portal could cause irreversible consequences, that may even become fatal at some point.

Tobias: Shut up, nerd! Thank you anyway for support.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm a closeted femme lesbian and I really want to be able to look not straight when I'm out and about but I can't just wear pride stuff because I live with family and I don't want them to know. Does anyone have any suggestions on how to signal to my fellow lgbt+ and queer folk that I'm one of them without my family figuring it out?

Hmm. Well, I might go really, really femme - like, frilly, maybe bows, lipstick, makeup, assuming you have the energy/time.

Additionally, you could only have small pride things - like a pin or something - and only put them on when you’re away from them and take them off afterward.

Followers?


MH

tiny-rickk  asked:

Hey D, it's me again. I've just been catching up with your blog, I've sort of been away from tumblr for a while now. And I just want to know, why won't you help Malachite? They seem like they really want to change. Maybe I'm just taking it personally, because I've seen people struggle with morals due to issues like mental illness. But don't they deserve a chance? After all, there's no such thing as bad people! Just good people who do bad things because they're unhappy!

That’s completely not true. 

There’s people who are bad people. Never believe that isn’t true. There are people who are born just with a lack of empathy for others, They are just born with the incapacity to care about what happens to other people. They are born with a suppressed ability to feel guilt.

From the few times Malachite has spoken to me I’ve seen that he lacks empathy for others,, other’s property. He doesn’t think ahead to the consequences, he has poor impulse control, he is selfish, and he shows no real remorse for his actions. The apologies are just empty.

That’s a lot of checks off the “psychopathy checklist” and though I too believe in giving people chances and I also believe that people can feel real remorse, I also know enough about psychology to know when I’m being played.

And I’m being played. 

anonymous asked:

Imagine if harry had been away for a few months on tour and you had gained a bit of weight and were feeling really insecure. Maybe he gets home and he's on you the minute he sees you. He's holding you and kissing you and leads you up to your room but he notices you aren't so into it and eventually you tell him it's cause you've gained some weight and don't want him to see. How would he comfort you and show you he still thought you were sexy and still wanted you just the same?

He’d pull away confused once you tell him what’s bothering you. ‘M’not seeing what you’re seeing love.’ He says. ‘Genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about.’ But you’re convinced and that’s all that matters. You see what you’re talking about and you feel this way and that’s it. ‘Talk to me love. M’listening.’ He nearly begs. So you start pointing out the bits to him that bother you or make you insecure and upset. ‘Here?’ He asks and you nod. Yes, there. That bit there you don’t like. And as you keep going he asks the same question, ‘Here too?’ He asks kissing softly everywhere he can, everywhere you didn’t want him to see. And he listens. Listens to everything you’ve got to pour out. 

anonymous asked:

Oh God maybe that's why he was really upset maybe he knew the girl?? :(

I don’t know if that word of mouth about the girl is true and confirmed so I don’t want to jump to instant assumptions and claim that that was the definite reason as to why he was so emotional during his set tonight.

He’s an incredibly sensitive soul, as it is. He’s emotional. He cries and isn’t ashamed to hide that. We’ve been told and shown that he gets upset by the heart wrenching things. This attack happened so close to him. In a town that he visited and in a town that held so many memories. At an arena that he’d been to see shows and at an arena that he’d been to to sell out shows. It’s an emotional time for anyone because of the targeted, and it’s an even more emotional time for those living in the city and for those who were there at the show last night and those who lost close ones and loved ones to the event. xx

I WANNA WRITE A FIC ABOUT CONNOR AND EVAN BEING INTERNET PALS BUT ALSO I DON’T REALLY LIKE TEXTING FICS.

Maybe I’d like do texting and stuff then build up to them doing Skype calls and I could go back to my normal descriptive writing.

But like would anyone want to read it. I want to project onto the boys cause I have a few internet friends and it’s like the best thing.

dalishelfblood  asked:

List 5 things you like about yourself and then ask ten of your favorite followers! Spread positive stuff!

Oh maker five more! Smooches for you!!

1. I am really good at making campfires
2. And coffee
3. I once pumped handsoap on my toothbrush.
I laughed, the soap laughed, we all had a great time.
4. I can stay awake for unnatural periods of time. I’m like reverse-Solas.
5. I make a really convincing meowing sound. Maybe I am a cat, who knows.
(Ok, fine, I am the dread cat, but don’t go telling everyone. I’m looking at you, Varric.)