But does anyone really know and understand how much Sleeping with sirens helped me and many others? It’s like, more than just a band. It’s what saved our lives. They mean more to us than anything else. They help us through everything. They helped so many people out if depression, and in glad to say they are helping me too. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for them. I cant thank them enough for what they have done to help.
Greetings, oh Great One. Have you decided on who's going to be the second moderator of this blog?
I was going to make a post about this topic , but I guess now is as good as a time as ever ? The amount of applications sent was incredible and nearly every one was breathtakingly well written . I now have on file dozens of my favorite applications and contact information for each one .
However , several people have sent messages showing their concern with bringing in mods , and when a test run was done of this blog with additional mods , some things were lost . One major one is the messaging system , which for whatever reason can not be kept with more than one being connected to this blog . The message box is always open and there are many regular followers and now friends that come to chat about their feelings , relationships , and when they need support I am there for them . It is a really difficult thing to decide but as of now I am and will stay the only moderator for this blog .
Your applications were stunning and some so emotional and all so beautiful and unique , and they did not go to waste ! I have plans of bringing in guest moderators for short periods of time to showcase their writing , personality , and to host AMAs and share their stories .
I deeply apologize for anyone who may be disappointed or upset because of this , it does pain me to disappoint anyone . I hope that you understand and do not think any less of me or this blog . If you have any questions , concerns , or suggestions please feel free to send a message .
The more I go closer to islam, the less I want to live in a western country (especially usa).
I want to live in a place where I can really connect to people because we have the same beliefs and morals, I want to live in a place where I won’t have to explain why I don’t eat out even though I’m not vegetarian/vegan, I want to live in a place where I don’t have to keep making excuses for not attending “BYOB” and swim parties, I want to live in a place where we can all walk to the masjid, I want to live in a place where the city will be filled with salam, I want to live in a place where I won’t be judged for practicing my faith (which happens in many muslim countries too but at least I won’t be in fear of violence), I want to live in a place where I can pray where I am without fear, I want to live in a place where I can eat out without worrying if it’s halal, I want to live in a place where the adhaan calms the city, I want to live in a place where there are more resources to learn islam, I want to live in a place where elders will tell me stories of prophets, I want to live in a place where I can tell stories to young ones and enlighten them with the knowledge I have, I want to live in a place where I can wear my hijab without fear, I want to live in a place where we can celebrate Eid without holding back. My heart yearns for this. It really does.
i hate when cis people say “why do you care what others think?” when u try to explain social dysphoria to them because 1. humans are social animals & it’s in our nature to care about our image. everyone does it. and 2. you know what it is about caring about how others see me because i want to represent myself authentically! and when i do that & people recognise and accept it, i have more genuine connections with them because it means they know and understand me better. anyway does anyone want to come over and help me clean my room
I was going to make a post saying ‘does anyone else understand how much Finn Balor inspires me’ but looking through his tag it seems (thankfully) so many of you do, so I won’t make the long ass post about how I felt so useless and a bit of a failure and after watching his 24 I feel a lot better about life…. so thats all bye.
I guess it’s finished. I’m sorry. I’m so frustrated with this. I was planning on including it in some showcase thing the summer art program I’m going to is having and maybe even putting it up for sale there…? Mostly out of curiosity more than anything, but it’s just not looking good and I can’t save it. Just looking at the mess ups on the face make me want to burn it.
I’ll just go and delete the previous post of this.
lol i underestimated how difficult it would be to level up on the nu’est fancafe… i actually had every question right after taking a while to interpret them but i typed my daum username wrong lol and then they closed the level up form and are changing the questions…the s t r u g g l e is so real when you’re technologically challenged and have basic comprehension skills like me :((((
and Wanna One just opened their fancafe and now i think i’m going to have to go through this pain all over again…
Summary: Dan comes to Phil’s rescue and pretends to be his boyfriend after he is stood up for a blind date.
Word Count: 1608
Warnings: None I can think of
A/N: Just a little something from Phil’s POV. Thanks for reading <3!
are you ready to order yet?” The tall, male waiter spoke with a
thick Italian accent. I had been sitting at the table alone for over
half an hour. I was slowly starting to think it may have been a bad
idea to let PJ set me up for a blind date.
thank you, not quite. I’m still waiting on my date.” I replied
before taking the last sip of my water.
offense, sir, but I don’t think he’s going to show up.” The waiter
commented. He sat a fresh cup of water in front of me and removed my
she is just running late, and it is a she, by the way.” I said,
slightly offended that the waiter automatically assumed I was gay. I
never understood how people could be so quick to assume things like
that about others.
sure” He said with a smirk before leaving to greet an incoming
group of guests. Well this one certainly won’t be getting a great
tip, I thought to myself. I looked at my phone and saw that it
had been nearly forty five minutes past the time I had agreed to meet
Mia. I had never been a fan of blind dates. Sure, I loved the
surprise, you never know who you are going to meet. However, it’s
times like these that you really have to trust the person that set
you up, and my faith in PJ was starting to dwindle. I texted him
twenty minutes ago and still had no reply. I needed to talk to
someone to calm my nerves, so I decided to text the only person who
could ever calm me down.
beginning to think I have been stood up…
been almost an hour and Mia isn’t here
kidding? Well, she’s obviously an idiot then
waiter thinks I’m gay
he nice looking?
I’m just saying lol
could tell him you aren’t into guys
about the waiter! About Mia!
would be intensely jealous if you hit on the waiter.
could wait a bit longer or you could just leave
try to get PJ to call her?
don’t want to just leave. I’m going to look like a total loser.
Give me fifteen minutes.
What are you doing?
you not look like a loser while simultaneously confirming your
You don’t have to do that.
you don’t have to
at that place by the coffee shop, right?
I sat my
phone down and couldn’t help but feel a smile curving across my lips.
The waiter was avoiding my table, which I was thankful for. I wasn’t
in the mood for anymore awkward conversation about my sexuality. I
had given up on Mia. It had been nearly an hour. I knew she wasn’t
going to show up. I should have felt disappointed. I should have felt
rejected and alone, but I didn’t. Somehow it didn’t matter anymore.
Dan was on his way, and in that moment, it was all that I needed. Dan
was my best friend since before we even actually met. No one gets me
like he does, he just understands me. If anyone can make a bad
situation like this better, it’s Dan.
minutes later Dan was walking through the door. My jaw practically
dropped when I saw him. He was truly a breath taking sight. He wore
black skinny jeans and a simple white button up shirt. Not a hair was
out of place, he looked stunning. Before taking his seat at the table
he handed me a bouquet of red roses.
I’m late, darling. You know traffic was just awful” He said loudly
as he took his seat. He wanted everyone to hear, including the waiter
who was attending to the table next to us.
you’re here.” I smiled and took the roses. They were very pretty.
No one had ever given me flowers before.
special night? Wouldn’t miss it for the world, baby.” Dan faked. He
wasn’t the best liar when thrown on the spot, but with a little bit
of preparation he was quite the little actor.
you brought me flowers?” I said with a smile, one that was most
definitely not fake.
the best for you, love” Dan said loudly. He wanted the attention of
the entire restaurant, and he was making me blush in the process.
you, babe.” I said awkwardly, trying to help Dan along with the
be so happy, I bought them from a street vendor who was also selling
coconut flavored condoms, which I’m ninety-nine percent sure would
automatically give you aids.” Dan leaned forward and mumbled, which
elicited a loud laugh from my lips.
called the waiter over and we placed our orders. He was so good at
this. He played the boyfriend act so well. I wanted to tell him right
then and there how thankful I was, but I knew it would ruin the
charade. He was truly the best friend anyone could ever ask for. Who
else going to come help you not look like a loser in front of a whole
room of fancy pants people? Dan was always there for me, I didn’t
even have to ask. The waiter started to walk away and Dan flagged him
back over for one more pompous display,
waiter, a glass of red wine for me and my boyfriend please.” He
said with a cocky little smirk, one which I must admit looked very
nice on him. He played this part very well, indeed.
small talk until our food arrived. Dan didn’t mention the situation
or how I had just been stood up by a girl that PJ assured me was
very, very pretty. It was awkward at first, but somehow with Dan it
all felt natural. Surprisingly enough, I was really enjoying myself.
In a crowded, stuffy room with classical music playing, it was like
we were alone. Everyone else had disappeared. He reached forward and
played his hand flat on mine, on top of the table, and I didn’t quite
know if he was putting on a front anymore. No one was paying
attention to us, and his smile was so genuine that I was starting to
think that maybe this could be real.
arrived and I smiled as I watched Dan attempt to eat his spaghetti in
a civilized manner. His cheeks were flustered with frustration as he
tried to twirl the spaghetti around his fork, which wasn’t working
out so well for him. He finally gave up and stuffed the pasta
carelessly into his mouth. “You’re boyfriend apparently has
no manners” He laughed, using a napkin to wipe the sauce from his
okay. Yours doesn’t either.” I laughed before doing the same with
my own pasta. Dan smiled and let out a breathy chuckle.
much such a classy couple” Dan laughed, his eyes lifted to meet
not so much classy, but we are the cutest couple here.” I smiled
and saw an unmistakable blush forming on Dan’s cheeks. “Thanks for
coming to my rescue today you big dork.”
Phil” Dan replied. We finished our dinner and the waiter brought
over the bill, which Dan promptly snatched up.
me pay” He insisted. He reached into his pocked and pulled out his
old, black leather wallet.
Dan. You don’t have to do that.” I protested. “I’m the one who
made you go on this date”
want to, Phil. You deserve it.” Dan insisted. “And you didn’t
make me go on this date, it was my idea to come in the first place.”
for dinner and soon we were on our way home. Thankfully it wasn’t a
very long walk, I was so full that I could barely move.
you for dinner, Dan” I said, noticing how the moonlight was
reflecting off his eyes, bringing out the little flecks of caramel
problem. We should do it again sometime” Dan suggested as he chewed
at his bottom lip, a nervous habit of his.
would like that. Would it be weird to say that it was probably one of
the best dates I’ve ever had?” I asked with a nervous giggle. My
hands were shaking. It was all starting to feel too real.
Dan answered as we kept a steady pace down the sidewalk. “Would it
be weird to say I like you?”
stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn’t believe the words I had just
heard. Dan stopped and turned to face me. He looked virtually perfect
in any lighting, but I have to admit that the way he looked in the
moonlight was my favorite. “I like you, Phil. I like you a lot. I
can’t ignore it anymore. It feels so real.” Dan confessed.
him into a kiss and wrapped my arms around him. I laid my head on his
shoulder and buried my face in the crook of his neck. “I never
thought I would hear you say that.”