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salvador sobral: *tries to pass an important message about helping refugees but isn’t allowed to bc it’s too political*

salvador sobral: *thanks his sister and the composer luis figueiredo for making the song, giving them all the credit*

salvador sobral: *can’t get excited during the voting bc of his heart condition but when his sister is singing on stage he flails adorably at her performance*

salvador sobral: *during the press conference always refers to THE SONG WINNING - NOT HIMSELF bc that’s it’s the song that really matters*

salvador sobral: *doesn’t consider himself a national hero, he just wants to sing and live a peaceful life, he just hopes the song can make a change*

salvador sobral: *makes a slightly bad worded speech directing at ALL POP MUSIC, and NOT just for Eurovision competitors*

amar pelo dois: *a song with no specified gender, no specified sexuality, just the simplicity and strength of emotions conveyed in song can be applied to almost anyone over the world if you empathize with it, uniting people with a language that not the majority of the world knows about*

tumblr salty people: dude this guy is an arrogant shit saying he’s better than everyone what does he know about eurovision it’s supposed to be glamorous and full of glitter how straight is this guy with his incestuous boring duet ballad that puts anyone to sleep

me: ……….

what the signs say when being called out on their bullshit
  • Taurus: Ignores you; Acts like they didn't hear what you accused them of
  • Gemini: Just smiles and doesn't respond to you
  • Cancer:
  • Leo: I did it because I CAN and if I want to I can do it again and you don't have the right TO SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT
  • Virgo: Can you prove it? No? Then stop talking
  • Libra: Sorry, it was unintentional...
  • Scorpio: What? I never did anything wrong. YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE WHO'S WRONG HERE
  • Sagittarius: Okay let me tell you why you're wrong kiddo-
  • Capricorn: I don't know what you're talking about, you're being dellusional. Get ur shit together
  • Aquarius: I'll give you 5 bucks if you shut up about it and not tell anyone
  • Pisces: Shut up don't be such a crybaby about it. BITCH I SACRIFICED MYSELF FOR YOU I did it for everyone else's good you will see that in 3 years
You know what? Don’t you dare. Don’t you fucking dare try and pin this shit on me. You left me right when I needed you the most and you know it. Yet you have the audacity to say that you didn’t back out? That you didn’t do the same thing countless others have in the past, that you’re still here for me? Fuck that. It’s bullshit and we both know it.
I love you more

It was quiet. So quiet. They didn’t need to look out to see that was late. Not a single noise. Even their breaths you couldn’t hear.

Remus was holding Sirius, so tight, like he was afraid, like he didn’t want the other to dissapear; like he could.

Sirius had his eyes closed, like if he opened the other would not exist anymore.

They were naked, to feel every single piece of skin they could, and even that wasn’t enough. Eskimo kisses. Lazy hands.

“I love you.” Said Remus, his voice so low that if it wasn’t that quiet Sirius wouldn’t ever listen.

“I Love you more.”

“Why must you turn everything into a competition?”

“It’s not a competition.”

They stayed in silence for a few seconds. Sirius opened his eyes to see a confused Remus.

“When I say I love you more, I don’t mean I love you more that you love me. I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead us. I love you more that any fight we will ever have. I love you more than the distance between us. I love you more than any obstacle that could ever try and come between us. I love you the most.”

Remus tried not to cry, but he couldn’t. And then he kissed Sirius, like never before. 

Lately, I’ve been feeling pretty haunted, and maybe that’s why my thoughts have gone so quiet. I can’t think. My breathing comes slowly now, it’s almost entirely still. My mistakes have been replaying themselves over and over again in my mind. I just don’t know if I’ll forget them, and I wonder if I’ll ever forgive myself.
—  To me. 🖤

In another universe,
we bumped into each other 
at the coffee shop off campus,
we are both 18 or maybe 19
and there is not an age difference 
that causes you to keep me hidden.

Post coffee shop meet-cute,
we would fall in love 
just as quickly as we did here,
because that is the consistency of us-
we fall and fall and fall
until we can’t see ourselves 
or where we started.

But in this other world,
you would meet my friends and family,
my dad would make weird jokes about me to you
and my little sister would threaten your life 
if you hurt me (I wish she had done that here)
and the catch is:
you won’t be worried 
because you won’t be doing anything wrong.

In this alternative reality 
that I am not sure exists,
you are loving, just loving 
and that is it. Sure, 
you are funny and smart 
and whatever other positive characteristics
you think you have but you don't 
break me.

6 years older
than my teenage heart, 
you should have known better 
but I’ve got a dozen scars that say 
you didn’t give a shit about what you did.

That’s the beauty of alternate universes though,
somewhere we are happy and I am whole
and somewhere else, I kicked your ass 
for what you did and you
know you were wrong.

—  AU || O.L.
in a japanese restaurant
  • my friend: asy why aren't you eating? I thought you said you were really hungry
  • me: I am but I don't know how to eat this thing
  • me: what if I do it wrong??
  • my friend: asy
  • my friend: you don't have to be scared you'll do something wrong
  • my friend: this isn't Tumblr: The Restaurant

“Come over,” she says “and we can kiss a lot and play stupid games. You can do that thing where you bite my neck and I’ll grab your crotch and catch your eye and I’ll laugh. Let me run my hands through your hair like it’s the North Atlantic Ocean and we can forget.”

“Come over,” she says, “we can pretend like it never ended. I’m good at pretending goodbyes never happened.”

—  S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #130 // It’s all so stupid now but I couldn’t care less

Oh my God, are you freaking serious JON BON JOVI just came out of my poster!!!

‘Amy how are you doing?’

‘Oh my God, what are you doing here? You have a show tonight!’

‘Oh Amy the show can wait. You’re upset tell Jon Bon Jovi what’s wrong.’

(At this point Amy doesn’t care what he’s saying, she’s just playing with the fluff on his chest :))


Kevin rests his head on Connor’s shoulder. They sit in a companionable, if a little awkward, silence for a while, until Connor starts to feel his eyelids droop.

“Are you okay?” Kevin asks. Connor lifts his heavy head and looks down at Kevin.

“Not really,” he says. “Are you?”

Kevin rubs his cheek against Connor’s shoulder like a cat. Connor ignores the warm feeling that blooms in his chest when he looks at him.

“Better now you’re hanging out with me,” says Kevin, and it says it in such an uncharacteristically honest and open way that Connor believes he means it genuinely, and not just to watch Connor get flustered. The middle of the night does weird things to people.

“Yeah,” says Connor, returning the honest gesture. “Me too.”

Kevin makes a soft noise that surprises Connor. Kevin yawns and shuffles a little closer, so now they’re actually cuddling, oh God, and then Connor thinks - this? This is why he had to endure years of therapy, this is why he can’t sleep at night, this is what he’s been punished for? A boy laid close to him, hand laid over his heart, feeling the ins and outs of his chest pressed against his side? It just feels so simple, and normal, in a way that Connor didn’t expect. He doesn’t know what he expected. The fiery pits of Hell opening up beneath them both because Connor dared to be held close by a boy? Connor tries not to cry, suddenly overwhelmed, and suddenly more awake.

“It’s okay,” says Kevin, who sticks his nose in his neck. “This is okay. Trust me.”

And the thing is, against his better judgement, he does trust Kevin. He’s trusting Kevin to hold his heart in his hands and not break it. He trusts that Kevin is right, that Kevin is always right, that what they’ve done and what they’re doing is the right thing to do. Screw the mission president, screw rules, and screw the Church and their parents and even God.

“Okay,” says Connor, and gingerly places his hand around Kevin’s back.

The clown Statue
  • *House sitter calls parents*: Hey do you mind if I cover up the clown statue in the living room? The kids are asleep but it's creeping me out...
  • Parents: *Silence for a few minutes*
  • House sitter: WHAT


Someone please throw me a damn pillow, need to sleep <<zzzzzzz>>

SURPRISE @anorha-nono *Throws confetti, balloons and stuff at the wrong direction*, I would love to say something more but my brain is dry


Jikook Stans #2
  • Jungkook [in the bathtube]: What the hell is a 'jikook stan'? I dosen't know what a jikook is but stan is the first name of a man.
  • Jungkook: ....
  • Jungkook: Who the fuck is Stan? Where did Jimin-Hyung meet him? What have they made?
  • (at the same time in Jimin's room)
  • Jimin [searched on tumblr & giggles]: Jikook stans are so damn cute. I love it to make them insane.
  • Jungkook [bursts into Jimins room]: Who the fuck is Stan?
  • Jimin: What?
  • Jungkook: You have something to do with Stan!
  • Jimin: Who the actual fuck is Stan?
  • Jungkook: That's what i ask you!
  • Taehyung [enters Jimins room]: What's wrong?
  • Jungkook: Jimin and Stan!
  • Taehyung: Who is Stan?
  • Jimin: I don't know.
  • Jungkook: You said you will jikook stan make hot!
  • Jimin: ....
  • Taehyung: ...
  • Jimin & Tae [burst into laugher]: Oh my gawd!
  • Jungkook: What?
  • Taehyung: Jikook Stan isn't really a person.
  • Jungkook: So what is a jikook stan?
  • Jimin [rolls over the bed because of laughing]: Nothing!
  • Tumblr: We're celebrating pride month!!! We're so supportive of all lgbt+ identities look we even have a bunch a flags scrolling on the symbol wow aren't we great?
  • Tumblr: *puts lgbt+ content as "sensitive"*

anonymous asked:

If you were with someone and you loved them very much but they were TERRIBLE at sex. (I was a Virgin before I met them but still), oral, penetration and hands is all uncomfortable with them but fine w others. Would you stay with them? His d is only 4inches but I honestly don't think that's the problem at all. He just has no idea but he thinks he's so good 😩😩 Idk what to do

c o m m u n i c a t i o n

i’m a firm believer that no one is bad at sex, people are bad at talking about what they like and don’t like. in this case takes two to tango, love and you’re equally as much at fault here. can’t know what he’s doing wrong if you don’t tell him so instead of ranting at some random tumblr you should use that energy to talk to him especially if you love him like you say you do.

anonymous asked:

you: basically everything is a social construct.. these clowns: umm i don't know what a social construct is but ur wrong :/

me: how wild is it that we weren’t born with emotions, they were taught to us?

like 10 anons: ugh typical tumblr, NOT EVERYTHING IS A SOCIAL CONSTRUCT…….. ever walked into a lions house and stole its lion money? YEAH THEYD BE PISSED.. ITS NATURE.