Can we have a real talk about touching celebrities?
I’m talking specifically bandom, specifically specifically Frank Iero and the Patience, but I’m sure this happens a lot with all kinds of people.
-Find out whether or not that person likes hugs or touching before you meet them, please. If it’s a random encounter, just play it safe and don’t touch.Askat the least if it’s a random meeting, but if you know you’re meeting someone or hope you will, ask around for that shit.
For the Patience, what I know is:
——–Frank Iero does not like hugging people. He’ll do it, he won’t be aggro about it, he’ll pretend it’s all fine, but he’s said before in tweets that he doesn’t like hugging people he doesn’t know. He shakes hands and puts his arm around you for photos.
——–Evan Nestor is too nice for his own good. I don’t know how he feels about hugs and touches but I’ve seen people just assume they can hang on him and he definitely doesn’t reciprocate whatever his feelings are. Don’t hang off this sweet man, don’t touch him every sentence; it’s not something you’d do to regular strangers, and he’s too good for that.
His hands. The way they’re strong enough to protect him and steady enough to keep him from falling apart. They’re calloused and rough and bruised but so undeniably Andrew.
His face. The high cheekbones and harsh jawline that Neil can stare at in fascination for hours, the way light hits it and makes Andrew glow. When they’re only inches apart his entire face flushes uncontrollably and Neil loves kissing the pink until it fades.
His chest. How it’s defined and muscled, sometimes bruised but never scarred. Little constellations of barely-there freckles cover Andrew’s broad shoulders and a layer of fat lines his abs. On some nights, Andrew will pull off his shirt and guide Neil’s hands over his torso, the unspoken I trust you between them.
His hair. It’s fine and turns golden in the right light and the feel of it between Neil’s fingers is like coming home.
Things Andrew loves appreciates about Neil:
His smile. How it lights up the whole room, how it makes Andrew’s heart beat a little faster, how it’s soft and beautiful and how it’s been appearing much more frequently. How it’s the one thing Neil can’t stop doing whenever Andrew tells him to.
His legs. They’re muscled and lean and there’s always a mix of bruising on them. Sometimes Andrew can’t tear his eyes away from them, and sometimes he wants to break them because goddammit, Neil, is it that hard to remember to bring your phone when you’re running? When they’re around Andrew’s waist, tangled with his own, or even just pressed up against his thighs, Andrew feels like he’s flying instead of falling.
His fingers. The way they’re knobbly and calloused but free of the scarring and burns that run over Neil’s knuckles. They touch him like he’s something precious and never fail to wait for permission first.
His lips. They’re rough but pliable against Andrew’s own, perfect for kissing. Neil acts like every kiss is something new and lately they’ve been feeling less and less like something Andrew could lose.
Why no strings attached makes me feel like a marionette controller
And I’m not sorry about it.
That’s a lie. I’m actually pretty sorry.
Sorry if I used his emotions as a tool
To get rid of mine.
But he was there,
And more than willing,
And frankly, I would’ve done the same thing sober.
(As you called me yesterday when I got to your house)
I got so much further with him in the space of 15 minutes,
Than I did with you in the span of six months.
Because you never even tried to kiss me for longer than three seconds.
As much as I wanted you to.
Maybe I’m manipulative.
Using his overflowing feelings for me
To fill up the empty vessel
You left in me when you withdrew your own.
And although he and I said
“No strings attached”,
I could feel the strings he attached to my lips with every kiss, every touch.
Giving me the control,
When the whole point of this tryst was for me to lose it.
A/N – Ok so would tag you, but you did it in anon so I wont, but I know who you are fren! Hope this is cool, thanks for using this song its beautiful I had it on my record player while writing it sooooo yah. Love you all x
- E x
— Conor’s POV —
Sometimes you gotta bleed to know, that you’re alive and have a soul, but it takes someone to come around, to show you how,
Love was never something that was my strong suit, I had been in love before and been hurt - I didn’t want that to happen again so I put my guard up. I didn’t want to let anyone in. I guess that showed me that I was human, and that I could survive on my own no matter what.
Then, I met her. I immediately knew that I wanted her, not just because she was the most beautiful person I’d ever seen - but because she understood why my guard was up, why I wanted to take my time when it came to relationships. She showed me how to love again, and that’s all I needed.
She’s the tear in my heart, I’m alive, she’s the tear in my heart, I’m on fire,
“Babe, you ok? You drifted off.” I hear her say, poking me in the side from where I was sat next to her on the couch, having a lazy day and watching Netflix. “Yeah, sorry babe. Just looking at your beauty.” I say, smiling at her, knowing she was always a softy for these types of sayings. “Aw, your cute too.” She whispers, leaning up from my lap and placing a quick kiss on my cheek, and turning back to the TV.
Every touch, every look, every heartbeat I felt, it was like she left a trail of fire on my skin. I was still so hung up on a girl I had been with for almost two years, why?. She showed me I was human, that I was alive and didn’t need to be so frustrated with the little things I would never be able to fix. I wasn’t anything without her, she was what I always needed.
She’s the tear in my heart, Take me higher - than I’ve ever been.
“You’re amazing, you know that right?” I whisper, my large fingers running through her hair gently, I was more focused on her rather than the TV at this point. “You’re in a soppy mood tonight aren’t you Maynard? You are too.” She asks me, giggling and sitting up to straddle me on the couch. “Every time you touch me, I feel like I’m high.” I say, bringing one of my hands up to stroke her face while looking at her facial features. “Oh thanks, now I’m a drug.” She says, laughing, clearly thinking I’m joking. “No, I mean I cant get enough of you. You’re addictive. If I don’t have you, I'm nothing.” I say, my heart beating faster as I think about losing her.
It was true - still after all these years she still had this effect on me. I need her, without her I was lost, I wasn’t anything worth having to anyone. She taught me how to be me at the lowest points in my life, taught me how to smile when I didn’t think I could. She was my one and only, and without her I would fall back to where I used to be. She was the only thing I ever needed.
Sansa's first pregnancy is difficult, Jon feels guilty that this is his fault, his desire for a family placing both her life and the baby's in danger. Sansa does her best to convince him otherwise, she too wants to fill Winterfell with children again
A moment of maturity in it. And labor woes, of course. Enjoy!
Can i please have a newt imagine based off of "Like I'm Gonna Lose You" by Meghan Trainor and John Legend? I love the song so much; it's so beautiful and it just feels like a song to dance to with Newt.
I woke up in tears
With you by my side
A breath of relief
And I realized
No, we’re not promised tomorrow"
I sat up with a gasp of breath, my body shivering with the nightmares slowly fading away as reality settles in. You feel arms wrap around your waist, Newt sitting up and cupping your cheeks.
“I’m scared,” you whisper, hugging your chest.
“Of what?” Newt touches your hand softly.
“Losing you. With the walls not closing, who knows if this will be the last time I will see you. All I see when I close my eyes is a life without you, and I don’t want to live that life.”
“Then love me, like you’re gonna lose me,” he whispers back.
“We’re not promised tomorrow,” Newt whispers, pressing his lips softly against yours, “so I won’t take you for granted, because we never know when we will run out of time.”
He pulls you in against his chest, kissing you longer and keeping his grip tight as if when he lets you go you won’t come back. That is when you understand. You let yourself fall into the rhythm of his kiss, allowing yourself to take in every touch, every breath, every beat of his heart against your chest.
I’m gonna love you
Like I’m gonna lose you
I’m gonna hold you
Like I’m saying goodbye
how did I not notice it before. that infp likes me. but now that I know, I can see the signs. he compliments my outfits. he gives me random little touches on the arm. HE ASKED ME ON A DATE BUT I DIDN'T REALIZE IT HOLY SHIT. I'm losing my touch. worse, now I don't know if I can act like I don't know because if he knows that I know then I'll have to confront him about the fact that I don't want to date him. BUT I REALLY DON'T WANT TO HURT HIS FEELINGS, HE'S SUCH A SWEETHEART. also now that I know he likes me, my brain is trying to make me think I like him back but I know that's not true. I just like him as a friend. a lot. intj, this is the worst possible situation, I'm literally having heart palpitations, ahhhhhh what do I do?
Have you noticed in the stydia scene in 5x16 when stiles is trying to wake lydia up, that his entire bottom lip freaking trembles? Like it's literally shaking in fear that he's losing the love of his life just ugh don't touch me i'm emotional
YES I noticed that on my last rewatch, his lower lip is trembling like crazy and so is his thumb and it absolutely kills me.
I forgive him for not seeming more hysterical when she died because I realized, finally, that it’s because he’s literally not letting himself feel emotion. He doesn’t let himself come alive again until Lydia breathes. I mean, he doesn’t even cry until he makes that joke about the windows and at that point it’s in relief because he almost lost her and he knows she’s okay.
hey i always thought you were such a great christian like you're so in touch with your religion and i was raised a catholic but recently i've just been losing my faith and it's a struggle and i really want to be like you and have a strong faith but i don't even know where to start? Whenever I pray I just feel like I'm faking it and my belief is just really weak and its frustrating and I want to cry
hey! i appreciate that you asked me this and that you find me to be a great Christian, that makes me happier than words. i found that i was losing my faith most when i wasnt talking to God or reading His Word. like any relationship, the more you talk to God and dwell in His presence, the stronger your faith in Him will be. it might feel fake at first, it might feel awkward talking to Him by yourself. but dont worry, just take it on anyways. you dont have to be perfect in your prayer or say the right things, that isnt what God is looking for. God knows you arent perfect, otherwise you wouldnt need Him. part of having a relationship with Christ is knowing that youre broken and in need of a Savior, giving yourself to Him, and letting Him do the rest. it wont be an overnight thing, rather a lifelong journey of transformation from a sinful creature to a holy child of the Almighty : ) here are some super helpful verses!
James 4:8 “Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. Cleanse your hands, you sinners; and purify your hearts, you double-minded”
Romans 10:17 “So then faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the word of God.”
Ephesians 3:16-19 “ I pray that out of his glorious riches he may strengthen you with power through his Spirit in your inner being, 17 so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith. And I pray that you, being rooted and established in love, 18 may have power, together with all the Lord’s holy people, to grasp how wide and long and high and deep is the love of Christ, 19 and to know this love that surpasses knowledge—that you may be filled to the measure of all the fullness of God.”
Hebrew 12:1-3 “Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, 2 looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. 3 For consider Him who endured such hostility from sinners against Himself, lest you become weary and discouraged in your souls.”