he really ruined my life

Shawn was in the middle of an interview when he caught the familiar sweet and tropical scent of [Y/N]. He would swear up and down that it wasn’t just her body spray like she claimed it was. He knew multiple women that wore that same perfume but it never quite smelled like it did whenever [Y/N] would wear it. Getting distracted by her intoxicating scent, he swiveled around to find her standing a few feet from him. Realizing that he stopped mid answer to the question he had been asked, he turned back around to finish answering.

Just as the interviewer was about to ask another question, Shawn felt a pair of hands come up from behind him. Jumping slightly, he smirked as that same fruity smell smothered his senses. Turning his head towards her, he chuckled, “Get outta here.”

[Y/N] giggled, squeezing him a little before moving herself from behind him. Looking up into his eyes, she smirked back. “I do a thing called what I want.”

Chuckling, he pulled her into his side, giving her a quick little hug before responding back. “You’re such a handful.”

Settling underneath his arm, she scoffed, “I know I’m a handful but that’s why you’ve got two hands.”

Shawn threw back his head and laughed. Shaking his head, he gave her a playful narrowed look. “I think there’s a height requirement for being this sassy and you fall just a little short, [Y/N].” Squeezing her again, he chuckled, “Get on my level and then we can talk but be careful, it’s a long way up.”

[Y/N] pursed her lips, “I’m not afraid of heights,” she said matter-of-factly, “Have you seen my heels?”  

The interviewer laughed, shaking his head. “You two are very sassy. Is this normal for you two?”

[Y/N] nodded, “We throw sass like it’s confetti.”

Shawn shrugged, “It’s pretty normal, yeah.”

The interviewer nodded, taking another chuckle at the pair in front of him. “Would you say you two are the King and Queen of Sass?”

Shawn looked down at [Y/N] before answering, “Hell yeah.”

  • what she says: I'm fine.
  • what she means: Bo Burnham works so hard to create content that is hilarious as well as introspective and he puts so much effort into making his fans happy and I just want him to find his own happiness and purpose in life and if that means he needs to quit doing comedy then so be it, he deserves the world but the world doesn't deserve him
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Blue haired Ravi is my favorite Ravi:

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anonymous asked:

sexual tension and love and all is good but olicity needs a lot more to reconcile. what are your thoughts on that?

Oh you’re right, anon. 

Felicity told Oliver when she left him that he tended to revert back to his island way of going alone when things got rough. Oliver had been full of guilt and Felicity had been full of pain, and though they’d talked, they hadn’t talked. 

They haven’t had catharsis. They need that. We need that.

I need them to fight the fuck out. (I’m going to go One Tree Hill on your ass, so bear with me). It would be like this (in my head):

Oliver would be

And Felicity would take a deep breath and crack a joke and change the topic. For once though, Oliver would persist. Because they need to hash it out. The conundrum they’re in is not healthy for either of them, swinging between a rock and a hard place. 

Oliver would push and push and then Felicity would snap. Oh, she’d snap gloriously, laying it all out on the line completely, bare to him

They would hash it all out, completely and yell or whisper or just plain shake each other but they would LAY IT OUT

(I swear i got chills when i saw this scene for the first time)

That was the crux of the matter. Oliver didn’t share with Felicity. Oliver didn’t let her in. And he’s trying. Trying harder. 

He tells her that. He tells her.

It’s raw. It’s unrefined. It’s real

But she isn’t ready for the risk, not again, not so soon. Her heart is bruised and she isn’t ready.

But he can wait. He will wait for eternity if there was even a glimmer of possibility for them because for him, she is it.

And then, after that whole cathartic talk, would they be on the road back to each other. That doesn’t mean they’ll reconcile suddenly. It’s a long road, and it should take its own sweet time when the destination is forever. 

But this is how they get on the path. 

Because after all,

I don’t care if they take thirty minutes or five. I don’t care if they yell or whisper, scream or murmur. I don’t care if they cry like lovers or joke like friends. 

I just need them to talk the fuck out of this conversation.

Me: ABO isn’t my cup of tea.

Also me: Falls heads over heels in love with the awesomeness that is The Prince and His Consort

Reading this fic is like reading a period novel that includes a generous serving of social discrimination, a dollop of political intrigue, a dash of angst and tons of healthy relationship. It’s breathtakingly good. What’s more, the ABO lore isn’t just there as a side dish to serve some weird kink / fetish / whatever. It’s the main course and if you take it out, the story will essentially lose its spine and fall apart.


The Prince and His Consort by @zodiacdog101
WIP Chapters 21/35 | 88k words
Warning: Explicit / ABO / mpreg

Due to his secondary gender the First Prince Victor was deprived of a throne that should have been his. On the other side of the world, Prince Yuuri was forced into a role that he never wanted nor prepared for. Neither Prince ever felt comfortable with their secondary genders and neither really wanted their arranged marriage. However, they both tried to make the best of it and maybe fall in love in the process?

Honestly, I’ve never expected to receive love from so many people and to be this successful. Sometimes, it suddenly hits me before I fall asleep.
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Kim Seokjin STAR1 Magazine Aug 2016 issue 

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-signs- I’ve taught Min a bit, but no one else seems to know. It’s a bit frustrating, since I’ve only met one other person who seems to know sign around here. It was a surprise, really.