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books read in 2015:   T H E   L I K E N E S S   by Tana French

“The idea was flawed, of course,” he said irritably. “Innately and fatally flawed. It depended on two of the human race’s greatest myths: the possibility of permanence, and the simplicity of human nature. Both of which are all well and good in literature, but the purest fantasy outside the covers of a book. Our story should have stopped that night with the cold cocoa, the night we moved in: and they all lived happily ever after, the end. Inconveniently, however, real life demanded that we keep on living.”

gingersassy  asked:

more of a bless waitresses story. i had gone to a pizza place in dublin OH yesterday that is a small chain that shares a name with a decimal system. i ordered a calzone but this time unlike usual i decided to get bacon in it. i found out i REALLY dont like their bacon so i go to order another one, but the waitress insisted on taking the one i didnt like off the bill. it came as i ordered it though so i felt like i should still pay for it but she insisted. she got a REALLY good tip from me.

At Idina Menzel's Concert in Dublin (20/6/15)
  • Male audience member: We love you, Idina!
  • Female audience member: We love you!
  • Male audience member: I said it first!
  • Idina: Thank you! But how come no one says "I want to sleep with you?"
  • Audience: [laughs]
  • Idina: Oh, it's probably because all the guys here tonight are gay.
  • Audience: [laughs and applauds]
  • Idina: I know my demographic.

(Submission) Nerd here: Bruno, Phil and Kam singing “Nothing on You” live in Dublin, Ireland. Oh my God this is so beautiful I think I might cry! 😭😭😭😭😍😍😍😍😍. Repost@Brunomarspainfans


clearly Edith and Sybil were the two sisters that swapped clothes in the Crawley family

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Sweet Surprises

Lonely. Adjective. 1. affected with, characterized by, or causing a depressing feeling of being alone; lonesome. 2. destitute of sympathetic or friendly companionship, intercourse, support. 3. lone; solitary; without company; companionless 4. remote from places of human habitation; desolate; unfrequented; bleak.

You. But also, seemingly, Niall.

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He Cheats With You (Mini Series) Part 6

  Links to parts 1-2-3-4-5 here! 

   Your POV: (8 months later)

      You smiled walking into the pub to pick up a nice warm cup of tea, your boss had let you off early today so it was nice to get out of the cold weather and into the nice warmth of the pub. As you sat at the bar, with a hot cup in your hands you heard the TV blare ‘One Direction’ and your head immediately snapped up, your hand automatically going to the cigarette tucked behind your ear. 

     ”So this question is for Niall, how do you feel about playing in Dublin?” the interviewer questioned. 

    “Oh I’m totally ecstatic, can’t wait to play in Ireland.” he smiled. The interviewers continued with their questions and you surveyed the conference table your eyes landed on Zayn, he was sitting back in his chair twirling a pen around and around whilst the boys answered numerous questions. He seemed to be concentrating on something but you couldn’t pin point it. Just as you thought you’d had enough of seeing him again, the interviewer turned to him. 

     ”Zayn?” his head shot up, as he was brought out of his trance, 

    “Sorry I didn’t catch that,” he mumbled as the boys chuckled and the interview smiled and restated the question. 

    “I asked, how’s the engagement…any plans?” you shifted in your seat uncomfortably as he sighed. 

    “Actually…there is no more engagement,” he stated, suddenly narrowing his eyes. 

     ”I’m sorry, what?” the interview prodded, he along with the other boys looked shocked.  

    “Perrie and I had a falling out a while ago, I’m just making it public, we’ll remain friends but for now…I don’t think we can be more than that.” Zayn nodded, clicking the pen in his hand incessantly. 

   ”Um…we’ll be right back, after the break.” the interviewer cut to commercial. You sat in the stool in shock, finishing the tea and setting it on the bar along with the money you left to your flat, your eyes wide and jaw still slack. 

    Zayn’s POV: Once again we were in (Y/N)’s hometown, after the interview a couple of days ago I realized that even though I didn’t know (Y/N)’s number and I had no way of contacting her…I still knew where she lived. I hadn’t tried to contact her whilst I was at home because…she was right to an extent, I was still with Perrie but it didn’t exactly mean that I was going to give up either. 

    I had a connection with (Y/N), she was more than looks and smiles, she was genuine and personality and passion all in one. She was ambitious, she loved me for who I was and never once let me pay for anything, never once asked for anything from me. I knew though, in the back of my mind that if she had asked for anything…I would’ve given it to her, as she had my heart but she tugged at the strings when she rejected me all those months ago. 

     I broke it off with Perrie, to be with (Y/N). Morally, I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t stay anymore, knowing that (Y/N) and I still had that connection between us. She didn’t understand and I couldn’t bring myself to tell her about (Y/N) but I think she had an idea. 

   Niall wasn’t exactly happy with how things ended, but I knew he would accept it once he saw that I was doing things the right way, although I didn’t know how (Y/N) would react when she saw me, I knew how I would. 

     Your POV: 

        After stepping into your apartment you sighed and proceeded to put music on whilst you cooked dinner for yourself. Soon you placed the prepared plate on the table and was about to sit down when the doorbell rang. Thinking it was probably a neighbour asking for some sugar or something you sighed and went to the door.

      “Hey do you-” you stopped mid sentence as your eyes drank in his appearance, disheveled, windblown and completely gorgeous.

       "Zayn,“ you breathed whilst he let himself in.

   "I…Perrie and I aren’t together anymore.” he blurted before you could say anything else.

     "I realized…that we weren’t meant to be together. When we first embarked on this relationship, we knew what came with it, secrets, staying hidden from the public and even relocating. I guess I kind of came to the conclusion that I didn’t want that…the whole sneaking around with you. In the end, you weren’t ‘the other woman’, you were my sole focus, the one who really made my heart beat a million times per second…I love you (Y/N) and I never stopped.“ he finished his disquisition and proceeded to move closer to you.

      "Zayn-you can't…you can’t just barge in here like we haven’t seen each other in eight months and pretend that everything will just go back to the way it was, I mean you’ve been gone! We’re over for Gods sake, but here you are standing in my foyer asking me to take you back! Zayn I just- I need-” he stopped your rambling with his lips, kissing you fiercely as if his life depended on it. It wasn’t long until you found yourself slipping into the kiss, closing your eyes as he lifted you against the wall and carried you into the bedroom, dinner forgotten. 

     "So how are the boys taking it?“ you asked, whilst Zayn played with your hands, 

    "Niall…is Niall I guess but the lads are alright with this. Modest doesn’t like what I did but over time grew to accept it, they know how I feel about you and they’re willing to give us a chance.” he smiled, pressing his lips to your temple. 

    “I wish Niall could see that I’m not a bad person,” you sighed, “I know we didn’t meet under entirely good circumstances but I just…I want him to like me." 

    "I know love, and he will I promise you. For now…I just want to lay here with you, and stay with you for as long as possible.” he smiled, bringing his arms around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer to him. 

    “Our relationship may be chaotic, and completely and utterly dysfunctional but as long as I’m with you…I don’t want anyone else.” he smiled into your hair.

     ’You and I…we don’t wanna be ilke them,’ he sang softly as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, knowing that whatever curveball was aimed your way, you would catch it and throw it back, whatever hate was spat at you would be repelled back and no matter what, you had Zayn…and you couldn’t be happier. 

The end!



(AU) Where Roman and Brie are featured on WWE Backstage Pass Top 10 Most Outrageous Blunders.

Brie: You have to tell them about Dublin, oh my gosh!

Roman: Oh man, it was awful. This one time last year in Dublin I was up on the ropes, you know, showing off the symbol of excellence and I went to hop over the top rope… My foot got caught on the ropes and I ended up flopping over the top rope and landing right on my ass!

Brie: It was hilarious, I was backstage. Oh my gosh, I couldn’t stop laughing. I’m sorry!

Roman: The worst part about it was the fans continued to chant, “You fell ova! You fell ova!” during the entire match. 

Brie: At least it wasn’t on live TV!

Roman: Yeah, ‘least it was only in front of that crowd… Too bad they’ll never let me forget about it…