guys i cannot even handle him

ethan, my baby (i talk loads now)


“Cal!” okay so he’s having a nightmare maybe???? about Cal??? ABOUT GUILT MAYBE??? ALSO if they show his chest and he doesn’t have his scar on it (i mean let’s brush past them forgetting once) i will not be a happy bunny

“Ethan’s grieving-” - charlie to alicia. Damn right he is and damn right if this trailer is anything to go by that’s all we’ll have for the next three months. ethan being v v hurt… so no different from any fanfics then…

they’re holding hands? so everything seems to be going okay between them for the time being but ethan still looks on the verge of tears WOW good on you george rainsford

the rest is in the ‘keep reading’ section because i just realised how annoying this will be to scroll past i am so sorry

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in the spirit of being completely unproductive, a list of my top five favorite times victor says yuuri’s name:

5. huh? yuuri?

victor nikiforov: assigns eros to the guy he’s had a crush on since december, watches him nail it, and then starts critiquing his form before he even comes off the ice. i say this with all the fondness in the world: why are you like this.

(i love it because it means victor takes yuuri seriously as a skater with potential, and yuuri knows this, too; but still, yuuri cannot handle victor nikiforov being so – victor nikiforov at him, straight off the high of the program. in all fairness: could anyone, really.)

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anonymous asked:

You said that you think or understand why people don't ship Zutara b/c of how Zuko betrayed her in Ba Sing Se and ppl saw no hope for it after. But I don't think that's the reason, the ppl I've talked to say that Aang just deserves Katara b/c he's been through so much, basically they're just saying Katara is Aang's trophy, his prize at the end which disgusts me, & they say that Zuko & Katara would just be a bad influence on each other & would always argue which I disagree (1/2)

(2/2) Like ever since Zuko joined the Gaang he and Katara had the best chemistry, they worked so well together and looked amazing as a team, that’s why people love them so much, and I think Aang is terrible for Katara just look at them married, he deprived her from helping the world in so many more ways and lessened her to just be his baby maker which is fucking disrespectful to Katara, Zuko would have never done this to Katara, but apparently this is what people like over Zutara.. fuck Kataang.

I know there are a lot of people who simply say Aang is the hero and he simply deserves Katara, no doubt about it. I think that’s an awful reason to pair them together. But whenever I talk to people in real life about the show and the pairings, they aren’t big on Zutara and these forum posts are pretty good summaries of what their arguments are:

Mai is a better match for Zuko because she’s calmer and “balances him out”. I swear to God, if I had a quarter for every time I’ve heard someone say that. And also how Mai is able to “put him in check.” And how they would always fight or be a bad influence on each other because they are both so strong-willed and hot-headed.

Or they say something akin to this. Zuko’s betrayal and him always being torn between good and evil and how they hate the good girl/bad boy thing.

To be honest, I hated this about Book 3 Zuko. Personally, I saw Zuko as somebody who wanted to and was always trying to be good to the best of his ability, in spite of his indoctrination.

Young Zuko: You can’t sacrifice an entire division like that! Those soldiers love and defend our nation! How can you betray them?

Zuko was always an innately empathetic person. He was outraged that the innocent soldiers could be sacrificed.

Iroh: Even in exile my nephew is more honorable than you. Thanks again for the tea. It was delicious.

Zuko: Did you really mean that, Uncle?
Iroh: Of course. I told you ginseng tea is my favorite.

He chose to have mercy on Zhao. He was happy afterwards that his uncle told him he did the right thing and that he was more honorable than Zhao. He sincerely wants to be a good person and do the right thing.

Zuko: Let the kid go.
Gow: Who do you think you are, telling us what to do?
Zuko: It doesn’t matter who I am. But I know who you are. You’re not soldiers; you’re bullies. Freeloaders, abusing your power. Mostly over women and kids. You don’t want Lee in your army – you’re sick cowards messing with a family who’s already lost one son to the war.

For his entire life he is simply trying to be an honorable soldier, and that is how he has always viewed himself. He is disgusted at those soldiers. He has always done the best he can to be a good person and he would be horrified to be seen as a bully on the same level as Gow.

Katara: You’re a terrible person! You know that? Always following us! Hunting the Avatar! Trying to capture the world’s last hope for peace! But what do you care? You’re the Fire Lord’s son. Spreading war and violence and hatred is in your blood!
Zuko: You don’t know what you’re talking about!
Katara: I don’t? How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through! Me personally! The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.
Zuko: I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.

When Katara calls him a terrible person, he is offended and defensive. He knows he was the one who let Appa go and he has been doing his best after that to live a normal life after an intense period of soul-searching. He never saw himself as a bad person. He was just a soldier following his duty. 

Iroh: Evil and good are always at war inside you, Zuko. It is your nature, your legacy.

Zuko: But anyway, I’m good now. I mean, I thought I was good before, but I realize I was bad. 

Zuko: Uggh! Why am I so bad at being good? 

Then in Book 3, we get this kind of garbage. The good and evil always being at war in him. And the “Herp derp, I’m good now guys!” God, I hated it. I didn’t find it remotely funny. It was basically just making a big joke out of his inner struggle. I cannot even explain how disappointed I was by how Zuko’s redemption was handled so childishly and played for laughs. It’s like the writers just decided to stop taking things seriously and I was so mad. It was written with SO much more sincerity before.

anonymous asked:

If you don't mind would you please be able to give an analysis of Woo's breakdown in the chapter 13? Or if there is one that already exists would you happen to know where I could find it? Thank You so much in advance and sorry for the trouble!

Wow prepare for a big ramble that probably makes no sense and is all conjecture. For me, it became insightful after my third reading, lol. 

The first thing you notice is that hoo boy Sangwoo does not like to be disobeyed or to be made the fool. That sounds obvious, but give me a second. You really see it in this chapter - just how fucking entitled he is, how shook he is by the idea of Bum leaving. He’s not even worried about the repercussions of his escape, legally etc - he just feels so damn personally betrayed by the idea of his disobeying him (’after everything I said? he ignored me??’). He’s even more disgustingly possessive than we thought.

I think that in general the breakdown - at least for me - reinforced the idea that once he began to progressively see his mum in Bum, he never really intended to kill him. The only thing that would change that was if Bum proved to be unbreakable and kept rebelling. So, as opposed to what i originally thought, I don’t think he was fucking with Bum with the intention of one day disposing of him, rather, he began to set him up for the long run. He wanted to keep him. But then its Bum’s first ‘betrayal’ that changes that. We see it in chapter seven - he intends to kill Bum for disrespecting him with his attempted escape (he’s thinking ‘it’s worthless, Bum will never submit’). So he’s strangling him, intending to kill, but then Bum drops the honorific:

When he’s dangling from the ceiling by his neck, though, he reverts back to “Sangwoo-ya,” without an honorific…In turn, that really explains Sangwoo’s expression there. In this situation, when Bum is literally choking to death, not in any situation to even think of manipulating him, he’s referring to Sangwoo familiarly? He’s calling Sangwoo fondly? Sangwoo’s surprise is completely understandable. (x)

Sangwoo is literally like ‘what the fuck’, even now, even as i’m doing this, you can still speak to me like that? Bum might have disobeyed him, but once again Sangwoo saw his potential, and the open opportunity for reform. Or should I say, the opportunity to mold. Bum still had potential to be obedient and submissive, and as long as there is room for Sangwoo to bang Bum into shape, he will punish, but let him live. All in order to preserve his wider goal of turning him into his perfect and submissive…*drum roll* : pseudo-momwife lol. You guessed it. And then the power rush he gets from the name-calling is so strong that he pops a boner and cums all over his feet?? Sangwoo is aroused by his power over people, and the sense of unconditional devotion to him. Ego. He likes feeling needed, and being submitted to. In fact he demands it. I had brought this up with a friend a while back, and now i can be pretty sure - he comes from his name because of his own ego being stroked (ill return to this).

Back to chapter 13, he thinks Bum really has escaped and he’s all you’ve done it now you little fucker, you’ve really pissed me off , you’re gonna get it. He doesn’t care that Bum has momwife potential because his injured ego outweighs his desire to recreate a newer and better (more on this later) version of his mother (I’ll kill him. I have to kill him now!!). Even more interesting is that directly after he says he has to kill Bum, he recalls his mum. This makes him angry and he punches the pole. I’ve been thinking about why he does that, and i’ve kind of done a 180 in my views since a week ago. I don’t think he remembered his mum because of guilt, or because the idea of killing Bum makes him feel guilty. I think he remembered her because his feeling of betrayal echoes something he felt in the past - with her. That is to say, I believe his mum might have ‘betrayed’ Sangwoo in a way that echoes Bum’s alleged escape. Whatever she did, he probably killed her for it.

Keep in mind that he doesn’t exactly head home with a change of heart after he remembers her. So needless to say, i’m flirting with the ‘Sangwoo killed his mum’ camp again. The guy is clearly obsessed with Bum - he honest to God looked deranged, losing his shit and then collapsing to the floor. It was relief, not in a ‘i’m not going to get caught yet’ way, but in a ‘this thing i value so much has returned to me’ kind of way. If he’s obsessed with this cheap, shallow recreation of her, just how obsessed was he with the real thing? The fact that he is projecting his mum onto everything around him shows how deep this obsession ran. It’s telling that even after all these years he is trying to recreate her, bring her back to life in the form of another person. A person who is easier to control. 

I’m thinking maybe he killed his mum because he couldn’t handle her disagreeing with him, or because he felt that she had stepped out of bounds as pertaining to his ‘rights’ over her. It would have been intolerable to him. We know the parents died together, that is to say, within a similar time frame. Maybe she expressed outrage at his killing his dad, and whatever form this outrage of hers took, he received it as an irredeemable insult. She rebelled in some way, and he ‘had’ to kill her for it. Dude’s cray enough to do it. The narrative has cleverly left it vague so that we’re unsure - but I don’t think his feelings for his mother were purely innocent attachment augmented by fatherly abuse. He was probably outside of the scope of normal in how he felt, and what he expected of her. Super possessive.

He wants Bum to have all the characteristics his mother did, without the undesirables. Sangwoo is breaking him bit by bit so that he can sift out his will to resist. He wants his mommy - but he wants her his way. Why does he crack a boner in 13? I think it was the combined imagery/memories of Bum’s submission (wanting Sangwoo sexually despite the mistreatment, calling out for him and needing him even when the pain is being inflicted by Sangwoo) along with some memory of his mother doing something similar. Maybe she called out to him in a similar way when he killed her…like i said, it’s all speculation. It doesn’t necessarily imply he was sexually attracted to his mother…he just gets off on power.

So the most dangerous thing about this guy? Yeah, I’m thinking that it’s his ego. And you know what - I think Koogi hinted this in the very beginning. Remember when he killed the girl, he said:

He victimizes himself and cannot handle an injured ego, he cannot handle people not submitting to him or thinking theyre ‘better than him’. And i think chapter 13 and his breakdown lends itself to this idea. I don’t think he wants bum to be his man-killing murder sidekick - he just wants his perfect mommy back to play into his hands as is convenient for him. My ideas are continually changing, and im always open to new interpretations. Chapter 14 might invalidate this completely lmao but that’s where i’m at right now! I hope this was helpful.

for all my plus size babies out there :)

eeep ok you, cal and mike would be hanging out backstage after their show that night with you and calum cuddled up on one couch his big hands wrapped around your little ones and michael hanging out on the chair and even though the show was crazy and the boys would have to be exhausted they had too much energy for you to even handle and that’s when the idea popped into your head.  you would finally voice your thoughts, “i cannot stay in this room or on a bus any longer..i saw a river on the side of the arena lets go take a walk.” and once they all agreed you would lead the way with calum’s hand intertwined with yours pulling him along and mike casually strolling behind you because there was nothing he loved more than being the third wheel to your relationship. 

you guys would find a little dock after walking for a while.  calum would have you held close to him and you would have the smallest of smirks on your face excited for what you had up your sleeve.  you three would reach the end of the dock and you would turn around to face the boys and as soon as your hands reached for the hem of your shirt they knew exactly why you dragged them out here.  it wasn’t meant to be sexual or anything, but the boys needed to let out some extra energy and you had barely moved your feet this whole time you’ve been on tour with them besides to dance your heart out at every show.  so you would continue pulling off your shirt and sliding your shorts past your thick thighs and down your legs.  michael caught on and of course jumped at the chance to be naked, but calum just stood there with his eyes fixated on you.  people always said you were ‘cute’ or ‘soft’ and yeah, you were but standing there naked in front of calum with the moon hitting your body you looked fucking beautiful.  you looked sexy and honestly you felt it too.  not too long ago you wouldn’t have ever thought you would be completely naked in public, you could barely work up the courage to wear a two piece bathing suit.  but right now you loved yourself and you didn’t need calum’s help to see it you found it all on your own.  his constant worshiping you though didn’t hurt! 

calum would be snapped out of his fantasy land once he heard a big splash in the water and saw your head pop out and heard you yell, “get in cal!!!! the water and the view are great!!!”  and of course your man wasn’t going to pass up the chance to be completely naked in the water with you…and his best friend but honestly this wouldn’t be the first time.  so calum would strip down to his bare ass and damn, if he thought you looked good he had to see himself because he’d look like a fucking god.  before you knew it calum would be on top of you in the water.  your tummy and boobs would be pressed right up against calum’s chest and he would whisper in your ear, “you are so god damn beautiful i really hope that you see that too.”  you’d smile because even though you felt confident in yourself the extra lovin from cal felt pretty good.  and you would kiss him basically melting into the river as your lips collided under the moon and billions of stars.  after you would have to pull it together because michael was there too and calum would yell to him, “hey mike, isn’t my girlfriend fucking hot!!!” and he would flash you two a big smile and a thumbs up.  the rest of the night would be full of laughs and ass touches and everything you guys needed to get some relaxation in.  you always saw calum’s body as being one for the books, loving his small tummy that started to form and his biceps and his..other parts.  but knowing he felt the same exact way about you was so reassuring and made you love him even more.

I Like it Rough

Can we just say that y'all are fucking great! You guys send the most nicest messages ever! Like they’re so cute! In other news Shawn Mendes’s new single dropped off his album ‘Never Be Alone" and I literally cannot even handle it like hot damn. Speaking of which if y'all ever need a smut about him we gothchuuuuu ;) but yeah nogitsune stiles. 

Run. Keep running Y/N. Don’t turn around and look to see if you lost him. Keep going until you get to the school. You thought to yourself. The gang and yourself were trying a plan out to stop the nogitsune once and for all, which ultimately required you to run from your house to the school to give the gang enough time to set up the trap and work alongside Kira’s parents to ensure the plan essentially ended up working and saving Stiles at the same time. As you ran, you began to think ahead and try to work your way through what may or may not happen once you got to the school, how could you manage to keep everything in place for the rest of the gang and manage to keep yourself alive at the same time? 

As you approached the school you ducked behind the sign, momentarily catching your breath and looking for dark stiles, you couldn’t see him. This was either a really good thing or a terribly awful thing and one of y'all was about to hardcore die. You took as the former and ran into the school building, catching your breathe and walking cautiously around the halls, just to be in the safe side. Didn’t want an Oni blade in your gut today. Well, at least it wouldn’t be convenient should there be victory celebrations afterwards. You rounded the corner and saw him. Perfection. A fallen angel.

“Well. That was quite the marathon girl. I didn’t particularly enjoy it, however, watching that cute ass of yours prance through the woods and up those steps was quite the sight to see.” He said. He smirked at you, revealing his blatant disregard of the scowl that slowly crept onto your face. “I’ll have you know Stiles would never speak to me that way.” you retorted sassily. You still weren’t sure what to do but you had to think quickly because you could feel that he was getting bored with the banter and it hadn’t even become witty yet! 

“Well sweetheart, I’m not Stiles. I’m the Nogitsune and you cannot beat me.” Suddenly you had an idea, not exactly your greatest idea but something that would have to suffice. “You know, I’ve always been attracted to Stiles, but this new darker side, turns me on so much more. Personally, I like it kinda rough” You say slyly. You walk to the nearest classroom door and nodded to it, hoping he understood the gesture. He walked into the room, grabbing your wrist, pulling you inside the room in his arms, crushing his mouth to yours.

The kiss began quite passionate and needy. You both needed this. You because you rarely get any action anymore and him because what guy doesn’t wanna get laid? His hands moved from your was it to your thighs, him bending at the knees slightly to lift you up so that when he sat on the desk, you were straddling his waist. As the two of you sat down, your hands immediately went to his hemline of his shirt and lifted it over his head. You wanted to make quick work so you weren’t caught in the whole “killing Nogitsune” thing and all. As you kissed him, you unbuckled his pants and he did that same to you, pausing to feel your clit and hole momentarliy before he sat you down on his cock, now hard and ready for fucking you. As he sat you down, you let out a moan; rocking back and forth to get you going. Dark Stiles wound his hand up your back, into your shirt and unhooked your bra. He palmed your breasts, feeling and pulling at the erect nipples, making you screech in pleasure. This was then followed by a prompt and hard crack. He slapped your ass. He pulled your hair. Hr bit at your neck, leaving bruises for days to  come. And it hurt like a bitch. But boy did it turn you on. You rode Dark Stile’s dick until the two of you were cumming all over one another, which may be a bit of a hassle to clean up. As soon as the two of you had finished, You cleaned off a bit and began to stare each other off, and yell at each other once again, waiting for the others to arrive and hoping they did so quickly before things turned hella awkward. But one things for sure, you would never be able to have “vanilla sex” ever again. 

anonymous asked:

So why can't Frisk say that Flowey is trying to help but also kill Sans? Is this a way for us to really see what Sans decides to do in place of Frisk? I really wonder what Sans choses to do when he gets attacked now :)

That is ABSOLUTELY what this is.

Because Sans is the one playing the game now. It’s up to him to earn the Pacifist ending, and no one else.

Frisk cannot do anything as Soul!Frisk - they are just a presence within him. They’ll have very little influence, if any, on what he actually chooses to do or how he handles future situations. And even if Frisk offers advice, Sans by no means has to take it ;)

Now, aside from being a story mechanic there IS a reason why Frisk can’t tell him for sure what to do (I don’t like overly convenient plot holes in my stories haha) but let’s see if you guys can maybe figure it out :) I won’t confirm or deny any guesses until we get to it in-comic though, but if you guess it right you’ll get a cookie later on :)

tacking care of sick 2p

·         Allen D, Jones/ 2p America: he hates being sick it makes him feel so vulnerable and would would probably want them to leave


 James Williams/ 2p Canada ; i hope you ready to take care of this winny baby because he will make you get everything, you will have to feed him and tuck him into bed, and he so bossy and winny about the whole thing and be careful his sneezes are very loud


Louis Boneyfoy/ 2p France: “i can take care of myself” type of person after he says that throws up in the toilet “ ok maybe i should get some rest”


Oliver Kirkland/ 2p England: Please don’t go! he would want you to be by his side until he gets better and will not let you leave


Sergei Braninsky/ 2p Russia: i can handle myself but that you for your concern * throws up* he pushes himself to hard some one needs to be there so he doesn’t push himself over the line


 Yang Wang / 2p china: i need a glass of water , ice cream and hello kitty blanket thanks; ugg it to hot now it too cold, i’m taking a bath wanna  join me ;) he can handle himself pretty well when sick but he would want you there for company the poor guy get lonely


Siegfried Beilschmidt./ 2p Germany: are you sure he isn’t faking it type of guy, like he will have fever but he can still walk and and get what he wants, still he does like company because he think Laughter is the best medicine


 Luciano Vargas/ 2p Italy: GO AWAY I TAKE CARE OF MYSELF” nope i can handle this shoo type of guy won’t let you see him sick


Flavio Vargas/ 2p Romano: winnie and moody and grumpy, he will yelled if you take to long to get his water, complains that it too hot, or too cold and complain and complain


Klaus Beilschmidt./ 2p Prussia : you’re to kind to me” is precious little baby he is even more polite when sick


Kuro Honda/ 2p Japan: “ you cannot even get into his house he isolated himself from the outside world when he is sick


Ryszard Edelstein/ 2p Austria: uhhhggg why me of all people, why did i do have this plague upon me  this” he kinda liek flavio but not as winnie btu still winne


Santiago Fernández Carriedo/ 2p Spain “ will force you to snuggle him until he gets better then will take care of you.

Title: Sugar, We’re Going Down

Summary: Boruto sees Sarada in a different light during the Winter Festival.

Pairing: Borusara

A/N: Awww! They are just too cute, I had to write something about them. Boruto being the dutiful onii-san and being all flustered because of Sarada. Kawaii! Omg. Still can’t believe that OTPs fondued. Ugh.

“It’s itchy, mom.” Complained Boruto as he tried to reach into the inside of his collar to scratch the base of his neck. “Why can’t I just wear my uniform?”

His mother beamed even more, took his hand in hers and smoothed out his collar again. “But you look very dashing in this yukata, baby.”

Boruto smiled shyly, his cheeks reddening at his mother’s compliment. “But mom, it’s so uncomfortable!”

The corners of his mother’s lips turned down, and she averted her eyes to the floor. “Oh. I am sorry, baby, it’s just…mama spent quite a lot of time trying to choose that for you.But I-I understand  if–”

Oh kami…His mother used the technique again, and it was as effective as ever. The sad look on her face was just too heartbreaking, that Boruto had no other choice but to humour her. “All right, mom, I am sorry. I’ll wear it.”

She smiled and clapped her hands in delight. She was upbeat again. “Perfect! I am sure you’ll be the most handsome boy in the entire festival, baby.”

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5sos Imagine - Cheater {Calum} [Requested]

Request - Anon: Hi, could you please make me an imagine wherein Calum cheated on me, regrets it so much, does everything he could to get me back, but I always deny him?

Of course love! I’m so sorry this took so long, I’ve literally made at least four drafts of this; this was the only one I liked. I wasn’t sure if you wanted to end up back together with him or not, so I just guessed not? You said you always deny him so I just took that to mean a ‘feisty ex always refusing him’ kind of thing, ya know? But I hope you enjoy it! Let me know if you don’t, if you want to end up with him or something, I’ll tweak it and stuff. No big deal. xx

Link to my masterlist - x


C A L U M - 

It was a painful experience; one you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy. You’d walked in to see your boyfriend all over another girl, all but forgotten about you, the quote-on-quote “love of his life.” It would take a while for you to forgive him, even longer to forgive yourself. Not only did the fact that your boyfriend cheated on you create a small flame of anger inside of you, it made your question what was wrong with yourself. What was so bad about you that Calum had to sneak around with some other girl for who knows how long? Were you too fat? Were you too much of a prude for him? You didn’t have sex with him every night; should you have? Is that what went wrong? Maybe you weren’t pretty enough for him. Maybe he got bored of you. 

Your mind fluttered back to that one night, beneath the stars, wrapped in a blanket as the two of you held each other and basked in the company. He wanted to be spontaneous; he had taken you out for a drive to the middle of nowhere, with a beautiful clearing, beautiful enough to watch the stars and tell you he loved you.

I’d never leave you,” He’d said. “I love you, babe. And for as long as you love me, we’ll be together.“ It was almost textbook romantic. You were just waiting for someone in the background to call out "Cut!”

But, then your mind flicked back to that same image - him on top of her, telling her the same things he would tell you in bed. Like you weren’t anything special; just another girl. Just another girl that’d given him everything. You felt disgusting. He had had sex with her. He had had sex with you. You needed a shower. You would never be clean enough to wash that thought off of your mind.

“Are you okay?” Your friend asked you. She’d come over after you called her, asking for a day out to just forget that Calum even existed. Normally, alcohol would be involved with the process, but you were avoiding the nightlife scene out of spite for your ex.

You weren’t necessarily angry at him, the anger had passed as the days went on, you just wanted an explanation. Why would he stoop so low? Why would he sneak around with some other girl? Why didn’t he just tell you, so you didn’t have to find out? You might’ve understood. You wouldn’t have to go through such emotional pain. You could’ve just accepted it, and the two of you could’ve said goodbye mutually. No yelling involved. You could’ve just gone your separate ways because he wasn’t interested in you like that anymore. It would’ve hurt, but it would’ve hurt less than seeing him on top of her like that.

“No.” You sighed, your mind returning back to the real world. She pouted and pulled you into a loving hug, and you rested your head on her shoulder. If nothing else,  you needed support right now. You needed to forgive yourself, for not being enough for him. You needed to just let this go. It would pass eventually, given time. 

“He’s a fucking jerk.” Your friend spoke into your shoulder.

“Don’t say that,” You pulled away from the hug. “I still love him." 

"What?” She looked at you, and you sheepishly nodded. “You can’t be serious!” She seemed shocked by your response; as if you were just supposed to forget about it in one night. Calum might’ve been able to throw away your entire relationship like it meant nothing to him, but you couldn’t. You still loved him. You weren’t interested in getting back together anytime soon, but you still loved him. “He cheated on you, (Y/N)." 

"We broke up recently.” You reminded her.

“It’s been a week, (Y/N). Has he even called?” She gave you a pointed look, and you regretfully looked at the floor.


He hadn’t called.

“I’m not going to be over him so soon. Yes, he ch-” You couldn’t manage to say the word. Saying them out loud made them feel all too real. 


He cheated.

He said he loved you, and he turned around, and he cheated on you.

You weren’t enough for him.

He ran to some other girl because she’s better than you’ll ever be.

You couldn’t give him what he wanted.

You weren’t enough.

You’ll never be enough.

Tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, but you fought them away. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. It’d just make it worse. You remember all the times you would cry, and Calum would always be there to comfort you. And hold you. You didn’t even have to tell him why you were crying; it didn’t matter. If you were upset, Calum would be there for you. He was always there for you.

“He did what he did,” You said, in place. “And I may not forgive him for that, but I’m going to need time to give up on the love we had. He might be able to just toss it in the bin, but,” You paused, staring at the floor instead of your very concerned friend. “But I still love him. I don’t want to, but I can’t change that.”

 ”Here, let’s go out. That’s what you wanted, right? We can go shopping, or go get something to eat, maybe we can stop by this bar I know. My friend owns it, he could totally hook us up with something,” She desperately racked through her head to find out something to get your mind off him. 

“I’m okay,” You said. “Really, I’m alright. I just, I just need some space. Do you, um, do you mind?" 

"No, no, of course not.” She grabbed her coat and her purse. “(Y/N), if you need me, please, don’t hesitate to call. I want to be here for you. I know this is a really hard time for you, and I’m sure I’ll never quite understand what you’re going through, but I’ll do anything to help you through it.” You nodded through her cliche little speech. “I’ll call you tonight, okay?” She said. You felt like a child again, always being monitored by your parents. You were being treated like a bomb, about to explode at any second, but who knows when.

You looked to the counter. Your friend had even stopped by Starbucks for you. 

She’s always so thoughtful, and there you went and just kicked her out. You felt bad, but right now you just wanted to be alone. Alone with all your thoughts, trying to process what had happened. You and Calum had broken up so suddenly. It had all happened so suddenly - one minute you were happy with your loving, and caring, and very adorable boyfriend, and the next, you were screaming at him and crying and tell him it was over, and slamming the door shut as you left.

Your flashback ended as a knock sounded at your door. You assumed it was your friend, she’d probably forgotten something. You opened it, only to find your ex-boyfriend standing there, with his hands in his pockets.

“Hey,” He said. “Can I come in?” He looked miserable. There were bags under his eyes - he hadn’t slept, you gathered. His hair was a mess and hidden inside of a beanie, although a few stray hairs were spilling out. His clothes were wrinkled and you recognised them from the ones that were splayed out on the floor from a few days ago - the ones you’d repeatedly told him to pick up. You didn’t live with Calum officially, but you were almost always over at his flat, enough to forget where the silverware was in your own. The memories of your old life with him made you miss him, even though he was standing right in front of you. But, then again, he wasn’t the same guy he used to be. “Please?" 

His voice broke your train of thought and you frowned. 

"You know there’s this magical thing called a telephone.” You snapped.

"Come on, I just want to talk, please.” The poor guy looked absolutely pitiful, standing on your front stoop like a lost puppy. You wondered relentlessly about what would happen if you let him in. If you let the two of you get back together. If he swore he was sorry and swore it’d never happen again. If he said that you were the only one who could ever make him happy, and you were the only one he could ever love. You wondered if you would believe him. You wondered if the two of you could ever be the same again.

“There’s nothing to say.” You shook your head in frustration.

“No, there’s everything to say, please, I want to apologise, I want to explain myself, I want -" 

"I think you’ve made yourself pretty clear,” You said. “You’ve explained to me that you clearly can’t handle a serious relationship.” You couldn’t help but be a little angry at him. He betrayed you. He used you, like you were just some toy. And then when he got bored of you, he got another toy. A better toy, with bigger boobs and a nicer arse and more experience in the bedroom. She was everything you weren’t. Why were you so jealous of her? Why did she matter so much to you? Why couldn’t you just accept that you and Calum were over and move on? Why couldn’t you just look him in he face and accept that you two would never be the same as you once were? Why did you feel so physically hurt? Like there was a weight on your chest, dragging you down with every breath you took. And it just got worse as you saw your heartbreak in the face, in the form of Calum Hood.

You always used to think you were going to marry him one day.

“(Y/N), come on, don’t be like this…” He mumbled.

“Don’t be like what?” You asked. “Angry? I think I have every right to be angry! You threw it all away, Calum! You threw me away like, like, she was more important to you. We always talked about the future, Calum. We always talked about you and me growing older. Were you just lying? Were you thinking of her naked while you were promising you’d love me forever?” 

”(Y/N), no, please, just - just, can I come in? I want to talk.“ 

"I don’t.” Your voice quivered as you spoke to him. “I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to hear what you have to say." 

"Please, I want to fix this." 

"You can’t,” You snapped. “You shattered it. It’s broken now. No use trying to piece it back together, you’ll hurt yourself.” He didn’t respond for a while. He just looked at you. He was clearly a mess. But it had only been one week. Were you really going to be so naive as to forgive him now? Didn’t the two of you need time to process what had went wrong before you started jumping into things again?

“I wouldn’t mind hurting myself, if it was for you." 

"You should’ve thought of that before you hurt me.” 

"Please, let’s just talk.” He said. “Just talk, that’s it. Nothing else. Please. I’m not asking for a second chance, I’m asking for a conversation. Can’t you at least hear me out?" 

You thought about it for a moment. He was right. He wasn’t asking for much. The least you could is hear what he had to say. As painful as it would be, you had nothing to lose from talking to him. 

"Come in.” You spoke, holding the door open for him. He seemed surprised, like he hadn’t actually been expecting you to talk to him. 

“Wh-really?” He said. 

“Don’t make me change my mind,” You warned him. He almost bolted inside your flat. 

“Um, where-” He started.

You wordlessly shut the door and walked over to the couch, patting the seat next to him. 

He raced to take a seat, as if he wasn’t quick enough someone else would take it. You focused your gaze on a spot on your hardwood floors, but you could feel his eyes on you, burning like a torch.

“What took you so long?” You asked him, toying with your skirt, anything to keep your eyes off him. “You didn’t even call.”

“I know. I’m sorry.” He said. “I should have.”

After an awkward pause, you cleared your throat. “So, um, what do you want to say?” You asked him, your voice completely altered in volume from a few minutes ago when you were yelling at him as he stood outside. You were quiet now, wondering if you shouldn’t have let him in. Wondering if maybe this was a mistake. You missed him, but you didn’t want him to know that. You didn’t want him to think you were about to forgive him and you could start all over - the two of you were far past that. 

“Well, first, I’m sorry.” He said. “I want, I just want you to know that I really regret what I did. I’m sorry. It was, it was a mistake, in the heat of the moment and-" 

"You don’t have sex on accident,” You mumbled, purely to yourself.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” He asked. You finally turned to look at him.

“You don’t have sex on accident.” You spat at him. “Don’t give me that bullshit - ‘it was in the heat of the moment.’ Do you expect me to believe that?” You asked him. “You don’t have sex on accident! You can’t just accidentally have fallen on top of her and been like ‘oops I’m inside of you now, well gosh golly this is a terribly awkward situation.’” 

"I know, I know,” He said. “It wasn’t an accident. I can’t change what I did, but I at least thought you deserved to know that I’m sorry that I did it. If I could change it, I would. I love you, (Y/N). I know, I made a mistake, but it doesn’t change anything." 

"Calum, it changes everything. You were unfaithful to me.” 

"I’m sorry.” He said. “I am so, so, so, sorry. You don’t understand how torn up I am about this." 

"Calum, it’s been a week. I’m upset, too. But I’m not about to take you back into my life like you didn’t ruin anything. You can’t just fix this, Calum. You can’t just undo what you’ve done. You can’t just apologise to me and hope for everything to work out. It’s not gonna be okay this time, Calum." 

"I know,” He breathed. “I know. I made a stupid mistake. She means nothing to me, (Y/N). She’ll never be you. You, you were perfect. You were everything I didn’t deserve. I loved you. I still love you. And I still want us to work out, I’m not gonna lie, but, I know I can’t just bounce back from this and expect nothing to have been changed.” 

"You realise you threw us away like our two years together meant nothing. And do you realise what position this puts me in? I now have to wonder, every single day, why I wasn’t enough for you. Why you had to go and run off with some other girl because I couldn’t fulfill what you wanted. I have to wonder what the heck is wrong with me, that you couldn’t be faithful to me.” You stopped, to take a breath, and look him in his eyes. They were on the verge of tears. You were hurting him, slapping him in the face with your words. “You realise, don’t you, that by doing this you’ve shown to me that we meant nothing? That by doing this you proved that your boner for her ‘in the moment’ was stronger than any love you’d ever feel for me? That you just threw us in the bin like we were meant to be there all along. And, who knows, maybe we were. Maybe we were just destined for this.”

"Don’t say that, (Y/N).” He said. “Please, I want you to know that none of this is your fault. It’s mine. I made the mistake, please, I don’t want you to be affected by this-”

But I am!“ You yelled. "When will it ever get through that thick skull of yours that your decisions do not only impact you?!” Tears were pouring down your cheeks, the idea of your and Calum’s relationship completely over, smacking you in the face. 

"I’m sorry!” He yelled. “I don’t know what else to say! I’m sorry!" 

"Good to know.” You mumbled. “I hope you have a nice life with her." 

”(Y/N), please-“ 

"Get out.” You shook your head, facing away from him so he didn’t have to see you cry. 


"Get. Out." 

"No, wait, please, we can try again," 

"Try again?” You looked at him. “Try again? So you can cheat on me again? So I can constantly wonder where you are all the time? So I can think about all the groupies while you’re on tour and I’m not there, and wonder if you’re fucking them, too?” You shook your head. “No, Calum. We don’t need to try again. I’m not putting myself up for that kind of hurt again.” 

"Please, (Y/N), just hear me out-" 

"There’s nothing left to say, Calum. It’s over.” You pointed to the door. “Get out.”

He looked between you and the door, sighing as he accepted his defeat. 

“I love you.” He said, and you looked down as you heard the door slam behind him. 


Special thanks to the anon who requested this! I hope you liked it, love xx


  • lucifer i seriously, seriously cannot take you being upset and scared and vulnerable and wanting to believe mum but not at the same time, and he’s the frigging lord of hell and he just turns into this abandoned little boy around her (while still being, you know, him) and just
  • HELP
  • also
  • i need all of this to play out immediately please and thank you
  • also mom not knowing anything about humanity and constantly embarrassing lucifer is a+
  • can we talk about the symbolism of amenadiel’s wings burning/falling off, he’s sort of replaying lucifer’s loss in a different way, but i don’t know what’s going on yet and i have a lot of feels about this and him having to finally take responsibility for everything he’s written off in the name of the greater good and apologizing to dr. linda and ugh
  • lucifer buying the doll for trixie because he still has no idea how to do relationships, he doesn’t want trixie to think chloe’s a bad mother (also his face when chloe tells him that sometimes the right thing for your kids is NOT doing what they want you to) and he still has his own hangups about his mother and his distorted ideas of being a parent and his insistence that dads should at least be there for their kids (but not wear crocs and deal coke) and JUST LEAVE ME HERE IN A PILE OF IN NOMINE PATRIS FEELINGS
  • trixie is gonna get that doll eventually, i have a feeling, and i will probably also die
  • lucifer casually beating up guys at the tanning salon without even looking was… hot, i can’t lie
  • can we lose dan already jeez
  • just go away dan nobody likes you
  • or date ella, she can pull the stick out of your butt
  • that’s not really fair to ella though she seems nice
  • hork

Can I just say that this guy absolutely kills me with this:

Originally posted by sibirr

Originally posted by jamesnbucky

Originally posted by dailyteamcap

Originally posted by despairingfever


It’s not even real, but Sebastian does such a fantastic job of pulling the audience, of pulling you, right into the mind and emotions of his characters, so that you feel everything they are so acutely, (and cry, or sob; I’m talking ugly sobbing.) Then further, want to reach into the screen and smother him with hugs and soft words to make him feel better.

So, I guess…’You know you’re a good actor when…’

I’m SO excited to see how he progresses as an actor. (But seriously, stop crying. You’re killing me.)

Until Then

( Loki must return to Asgard, and much to Tony’s hatehatehate, he’s not invited. This is fluff/angst. )


He refused.

That’s right, he fucking refused. He would not allow this to happen, because he was Tony Stark and he was finally happy and he got what he wanted. The end.

“It is the inevitable end.”

“No, no, no,” Tony denied, scrambling off the couch and approaching Loki with his hands out, like the god was a timid animal he needed to sooth. “No, Lokes. I already put my foot down, and this is not happening. There is no ‘end’.”


“Don’t you dare start that,” Tony hissed, firmly curling his fingers around Loki’s wrists. “It’s Tony—or Anthony because you have to be fancy for some reason. But don’t start with the ‘Stark’ shit again, because you know I hate it and this is not the end.”

“Anthony,” Loki corrected, his voice that gentle tone he only used in those private moments where their masks fell apart and there was nothing between them but the heat of their bodies and whispered words. “I must return to Asgard, as my contract binds me.”

“But it’s been years!”

“Only one of your years have passed since the contract was drawn.”

“Yeah, but it’s been, like, five years for them, right?”

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Meeting PTX!

Kevin: So fucking adorable! He is amazingly personable and makes everyone grin! Such a sweetheart and so damn precious and polite! Little adorable cinnamon roll.

Mitch: Oh. My. God. He was gorgeous. So nice and when I handed him my drawing he went “oh my god!” And then looked at my letter and went “I’m so excited to read it! I see so many f words already!” He gave me a stunning smile and I fucking died inside. He’s so cute in person and just lights up the goddam room and I love him so much I cannot handle it.

Scott: Tall as fucking hell and handsome as always. Saw the drawing I gave to Mitch and went “killin’ it!” He gave me a killer smile, saw my paper crane tattoo and proceeded to tell me how much he liked it and how cute it was. Such an adorable beautiful guy!

Kirstin: Absolutely gorgeous. Looked so flawless. Seemed kind of shy but in the cutest and most endearing way! Super sweet and loved the small chat with her.

Avi: Eye contact. Did not stop making eye contact with me even while signing his signature on my poster! I was entranced. He gave me a really sweet smile and asked how I was doing in his amazing voice. Such a lovely person.

In the end I somehow managed to fall more in love with these 5 beautiful people. They are so talented and genuine and made me cry happy tears. I wish them so much happiness and hope to meet them again!

“I don’t know this Princess Yona; I want to know more, more…I want to see the Princess succeed.”

- Son Hak a.k.a Yona’s biggest fan (for rubefaction )

Can I just thank the SS/NH fandom for not going as far as to constantly harass someone who 'apparently' works for the Naruto movies

Like seriously. Whether this “Takanashi” person is legit or not (as facebook is still highly unreliable but i’ll give it the benefit of the doubt for the sake of this rant), I think it is extremely rude, disrespectful, and downright shallow as hell to harass this guy about your petty shipping shit when he could care less and has no say in the movie, just the music. Like I would be so embarrassed to be a part of a fandom that is so uncertain of their own ship that they feel like they need to constantly hound this guy with questions to make them feel better about themselves when this guy has so many better things to do than to answer your dumb fucking questions. I seriously just can’t fathom how disrespectful someone could be, especially to publicly give out his Facebook to everyone else, so that they can do the same. 


I can’t imagine how annoyed this guy must be with the NS fandom who continues to bombard him with these types of questions. Especially because this guy obviously cannot give out any information about the movie whatsoever, so of course he’s not going to give you a “yes” or “no” answer (where you dumbasses just jumped to the conclusion that it was a yes and flew off the fucking handle) and to jeopardize his career by posting his responses that he so graciously gave you publicly for everyone else to see is just so… I can’t even put it in words how fucked up that is. I am embarrassed for you guys. 


In conclusion, thank you to the SasuSaku and NaruHina fandom for not bothering and harassing this poor guy like the thirsty, opposing ship has continued to do.


Let’s all slow clap for the NaruSaku fandom for, once again, embarassing the entire Naruto fandom. Way to go guys. Way to go.

therosebudboy  asked:

Okay so apparently in the preview for the new new episode there's a machine that puts thoughts to texts and one of Dipper's thoughts were "I MISS TYRONE" over and over again anD I CANNOT HANDLE

Waiwait I’m missing so many things right now *sob* but damn so much feels. Of course Dipper would miss him. He was technically the only actual guy friend he had of the same age (even though he’s the same person). But dang that’s just so sad. Dipper!!!! Noooo don’t be lonely. He will always be with you.. ;-;