hope everything will be fine

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| ✩ Bakugou Katsuki ✩ | Aka: King Explodo Kills | (ꐦ ಠ皿ಠ )
Happy Belated Birthday gift to my sweet Tay bbe! @misakarose​ (๑♡3♡๑)

And when there’s
no more tears
left to fall,
please raise
your head up high,
and remember
that we’re still staring
at the same wide sky,
You and I—
both hoping that
everything
will be fine,
even if sometimes
our stars
refuse
to shine.
—  ma.c.a // Look up, when you’re feeling down
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Reaper is without doubt a patient tactician but boring war council sometimes needs fast decision.

Aka the mandatory Doomfist fanart I needed to do.

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09/18/2016 • my preliminary writing classes start tomorrow, so i’ve been packing everything i’ll need earlier today. it hasn’t quite sunk in yet that i’m going off to university, but i’m buzzing with excitement about starting a new chapter in my life. i really hope that uni will be good to me and that i’ll make lots of wonderful memories in the next years. 

The Mortar and Pestle

I can think of no tool in a witches’ arsenal which requires more finesse than the mortar and pestle. So often people will pick one up, looking forward to pounding and grinding, not realizing it takes so much more than brute force. Resins will gum up, herbs will be stirred with little to no effect, roots will refuse to powder, all causing a great deal of frustration to those who so looked forward to using this marvelous set. But here’s the secret to using a mortar and pestle: brute force is rarely ever needed, and will not work well in most cases.

Working with resins, herbs, spices, flowers, and more can be maddening with a mortar and pestle, as each of these requires different ways of grinding and working. You cannot approach each the same, as each is entirely different. Simply pounding away at everything will not produce the fine powders so often hoped for. In some cases, a powder is simply not attainable. But, with a little patience and cunning, the tool will serve you well. But before we get to any of that, it’s important to note that if you’re having excessive trouble with working with a mortar and pestle, and the set came from a specialty occult shop, it might just be best to toss it aside. Most of the time these sets are too smooth, not having what it takes to actually grind the materials down. A mortar and pestle made for culinary use is usually the best way to go. Such sets are generally not expensive, and will last you a lifetime.

With that in mind, left’s get right to it! Below are a few examples of the different grinding methods I use.

Resins- Resins can be notoriously difficult to powder properly, often succumbing to the friction between the mortar and pestle and gumming up. Even pounding the resinous chunks too hard will result in sticky pieces. When it comes to tree resins, you must consider what it is you are grinding. Don’t pound the chunks with all your might, or try to grind them with force. No, resins require a delicate touch. Use the pestle to gently hit the chunks until they crack apart. Then use the pestle smoothly, gently, with patience. Resins will take time to powder, giving you plenty of chance to focus your will as you work. Before you know, the gently circular grinding motion will produce a fine powder for any use. Be aware, though, that you cannot use one technique for all resins. Copal powders easier than Dragon’s Blood, which powders far easier than Myrrh.

Dried Herbs and Flowers- Another example of a place where brute force will not serve you, though dried herbs and flowers are much more forgiving. Rosemary, jasmine, lavender, and vervain are all good examples here. Simply stamping at these will not be enough. Often times it takes a gentle grinding of these ti create a suitable material for a powder. Some dried herbs, like mugwort, simply will not powder, whereas Jasmine flowers will be reduced to a fine powder in mere seconds. As with resins, take your time. Be gentle. When you grind dried herbs, you’re either working with botanicals you have dried yourself, or that come prepackaged. If you’ve dried them yourself, you’ll have a much easier time. Prepackaged herbs, while useful at times, are very difficult to grind down any further than the state in which they are purchased. It’s possible to do though with yet more patience.

Dried Roots, Barks, and Berries- Don’t let anyone tell you these are easy to grind because holy mother, that is a lie. Dried roots, bark, and berries are prbably the hardest thing I’ve ever had to grind in my life, and these botanicals are some of the only ones where brute force is your friend. Each of them requires a great deal of power to break down. However, once you’ve pounded them apart, the force is no longer needed. You’ll still have to give it some welly, but it won’t require near as much effort once you’ve broken the materials down. Mandrake root is a good example of this. When dried, mandrake becomes wood-like. It’s very difficult to break down. However, once you’ve got it worked down, you can powder it as you would anything else. Other roots are not so forgiving which is why, if you pull your iwn roots, I encourage you to slice the root pieces into disks. These are much more managable than even small pieces, as the larger surface area gives you more to work with. Bark should be handled much the same. As far as berries, you have to be sure they’re comoletely dry before attempting to work then down. Some berries are far easier to powder than others. Juniper berries (not being real berries) will give you hell. But, as always, keep your patience. It will serve you well.

Fresh Botanicals- This is where you’ll want to forget about powdering. When it comes to fresh botanicals, it’s often only feasable to draw out the juices via stamping and bruising of leaves and flowers, or making a paste by the addition of warm water. Roots will create a paste of their own, as will mucilagenous plants like aloe-vera and marshmallow. Berries will simply muddle down. If you’re trying to get seeds from fruits or berries, you can use a mortar and pestle to (gently) muddle the materials, then add water. After some time, the seeds will sink to the bottom while the body of the fruit/berry floats. Using fresh botanicals in a mortar and pestle can create a great poultice, as well as helping release the volatile oils and constituents of a plants for an infusion or decoction.

However you choose to use your mortar and pestle, remember that it will take time to really understand the tool, and longer to get the hang of it. However, the nortar and pestle is, I feel, and integral part of witchcraft practice. One can learn so much from working their botanicals down, smelling them, hearing them, feong what it takes to break them down, and more. While the mortar and pestle have a great deal of uses beyond just grinding, it’s a great place to start. Happy grinding!
Angst/Fluff Prompt List Part 2

The first one was a big hit, so I hope you’re ready for a second one! These can work with ANY fandom! Reblog if you wish! (Please give credit, to where credit is due <3)!


  1. “I need you.”
  2. “You’re family.”
  3. “I care about you.”
  4. “Can I join you.”
  5. “You made your choice.”
  6. “This isn’t fair!”
  7. “How could you do this?”
  8. “Do you hate me?”
  9. “I could never leave you behind.”
  10. “Come with me.”
  11. “That’s sweet.”
  12. “You look great.”
  13. “Where are you going?”
  14. “That’s new.”
  15. “Let me help you.”
  16. “Drop the attitude.”
  17. “Are you okay?”
  18. “I’ve got you.”
  19. “I’m worried about you.”
  20. “You don’t seem like yourself tonight.”
  21. “Do you like it?”
  22. “You smell nice.”
  23. “They didn’t deserve you.”
  24. “I trust you, do you trust me?”
  25. “Karma is a bitch.”
  26. “What the hell?”
  27. “Son of a bitch.”
  28. “I hope your day gets better.”
  29. “I’m here if you need to talk.”
  30. “Are you listening to me?”
  31. “Sorry.”
  32. “Why are you doing this?”
  33. “Why are you acting like this?”
  34. “How do I look?”
  35. “Damned if I do, damned if I don’t.”
  36. “What is this about?”
  37. “You look like hell.”
  38. “I haven’t seen you in a few days.”
  39. “It’s good to see you.”
  40. “You know, you can stay if you want to.”
  41. “I’m not pissed, I’m hurt.”
  42. “Truth hurts, doesn’t it?”
  43. “I almost feel bad for you.”
  44. “What you did was stupid.”
  45. “No.  You listen to me.”
  46. “It doesn’t matter.”
  47. “I know you’re scared.”
  48. “You’re a terrible liar.”
  49. “You’re not helping.”
  50. “It’s not safe here.”
  51. “You should leave.”
  52. “Everything is fine.”
  53. “I’ll keep you safe.”
  54. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
  55. “Just go away.”
  56. “You don’t have to act like you’re okay.”
  57. “I’m only here to help.”
  58. “Don’t mind if I do.”
  59. “Don’t you think you’ve done enough?”
  60. “Thanks for nothing.”
  61. “I’m done.”
  62. “You think that this is easy for me?”
  63. “I hate seeing you like this.”
  64. “You make me so mad.”
  65. “I brought you dinner.”
  66. “Say what?”
  67. “You’ll be fine.”
  68. “You’ve got me on your side.”
  69. “I don’t like you…. I love you.”
  70. “I don’t want you… I need you.”
  71. “What are you doing here?”
  72. “It’s okay to cry.”
  73. “I can tell you’re lying.”
  74. “You’re in danger.”
  75. “You deserve better.”
  76. “You’ve changed.”
  77. “I think I’m in trouble.”
  78. “You always find a way to surprise me.”
  79. “You did what you had to do.”
  80. “You have no idea.”
  81. “Why am I not surprised?”
  82. “This is just great.”
  83. “You’re here late.”
  84. “What’s on your mind?”
  85. “I wanted to apologize.”
  86. “It’s just you and me.”
  87. “I’m just looking out for you.”
  88. “I never meant to fall in love with you, I just did.”
  89. “Calm down.”
  90. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
  91. “Oh come on.”
  92. “No one is perfect.”
  93. “You’ve been quiet.”
  94. “What did you just say?”
  95. “I’ll always be there for you.”
  96. “Fair enough.”
  97. “When you fall, I’ll always be right there to catch you.”
  98. “I won’t let anything bad happen to you.”
  99. “You’re not crazy.”
  100. “I’m not leaving.”
  101. “I hope you’re happy.”
  102. “You’re the only person I wanted to be with tonight.”
  103. “Don’t worry about it.”
  104. “I’ll be there in a few minutes.”
  105. “You’re not going anywhere.”
  106. “You believe me, don’t you?”
  107. “Regardless of what they think, I know you’re an amazing person.”
  108. “Shhh…  You need to be quiet.”
  109. “Fuck you!”
  110. “You don’t even know me.”

Reita: I basically think, a band is something you give your everything to, so I guess people who think too much bout unnecessary things will just go down and fade away. 

dealyamashita: my thoughts exactly! that goes for all professions that create and produce something, doesn’t it?(^.^) I’m not in a band but I was really pissed at that blog!
Reita: the other day I saw the skills of a professional magician right before my eyes, I was suuuuper excited 🎩
Reita: also, I immediately went out and bought some playing cards…♠️ perhaps I’m the one who thinks too much bout unnecessary stuff? 🤔👎
Reita: that feeling of “OMG! so cool! I wanna learn iiiit!” when you see it in front of you. that’s my driving force for the band 🤘🏻
_____________________
Note: The first two tweets refer to something Ryuusei (of the band Kyogetsu) posted on his blog. I didn’t read the whole text but from what I gathered he talked about how hard it is to make a living from being a V-Kei artist, how expensive everything is and how much other bands make. In that post, he didn’t directly mention the GazettE by name but he did say something like “a certain band that recently did a show at conifer forest” and I think he just compared how much major bands make in contrast to smaller bands (like his own). He also tweeted something along the lines of “everybody is so sad bout all these bands breaking up or going on hiatus but you might wanna think about that one of the reasons for that is the fact that less and less bandgirls are willing to spend their money on LIVES” which seems to have been the final straw for a lot of people (A LOT of GazettE fans) who commented on both his blog entry and his tweet. They basically told him not to blame fans for his failures, that bandgirls are not his ATMs and that, if he’s only in it for the money, he might wanna consider quitting music and finding another, more secure job. I think, that’s also Reita’s main point, that if he’s not gonna give it his best he might as well just stop cause he’s gonna fail and disappear. 
However, he did post an apology on his twitter regarding his thoughts and comments. 

“His Wedding” Masterlist

Summary: Modern-Day (AU) Bucky and you are exes. He moved on but you couldn’t since you both are still friends, he asks you for a favor - a ridiculous one. You reluctantly agree, not thinking of the future consequences you’ll have to face. You just hope everything will be fine. But it doesn’t always work out, does it?

「is it possible to love someone so much,

that everything else becomes a blur. 」

Part 1 » Part 2 » Part 3 » Part 4 » Part 5 » Part 6 » Part 7 » Part 8 » Part 9 » Part 10 » Part 11


updated: 28-10-2017

Not Really Just Friends {S.M}

requested// imagine where you and shawn have a weird dating but not dating relationship and someone hits on him and you get jealous so you do the same thing to make him jealous

author’s note// wtf guys my imagines are getting so many notes what the HELL is going on !!! also i am falling apart!!!

masterlist

You had literally no idea why on planet earth how in the world you had become friends with Shawn. Well, possibly just a little more than friends. But also, just friends. You had both had this discussion an abundance of times, he was busy and famous, and you were busy and not all that famous.  

The reason you met was weird too. Like, it was at a frozen yogurt place. A literal frozen yogurt place and he thought you were hot, so he started to hit on you, rather poorly might you add, and you never let him live that one down. He really didn’t do a whole lot of hitting on girls. He was told to always be polite towards fans, but not flirty. Friendly, not cheeky. He was always told that no matter what, he cannot seem too cozy with a fan, or treat one anymore special than the next. All of his fans were equal, but he’d be lying through his teeth if he were to have said that he was never attracted to a fan. But rules were rules and they were made to be followed… But he broke them sometimes. 

Even though he doesn’t consider you one of the occasions he has broken that rules. There have been many of those, girls he has whispered things to during meet and greets, times he has met a fan at a store and he asked her to coffee, when he would answer a question at one of those question and answers with something a bit more than friendly. 

But you… well you were different. 

He saw you at a frozen yogurt place back in his home town and you didn’t seem to know who he was, but how could you live in Canada and not know who Shawn Mendes was? Everyone know who Shawn Mendes was, and a lot of people knew Shawn Mendes. Like personally. You just didn’t know any of his songs other than the ones that littered all of the radio stations, and you even found a couple of them kind of annoying, and you didn’t wanna bother him, he was kind of a celebrity or whatever. But it doesn’t matter, he went out of his way to talk to you, and hit on you, and he said;

“Why would you get frozen yogurt, it’ll only melt cause you’re so hot.” Which, of course, he would never ever hear the end of. But ever since then, Shawn had a special place in your heart and you had one in his. The incidents with that one rule being broken were no more, because he had you. He knew he had you back at home, who he knew he loved, and he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his days with you by his side. Because he couldn’t think of life with anyone else after he met you. He found himself not caring that paparazzi were always taking photos of the two of you, and since a good bit of those were of the two of you hand in hand, it sure did look like you were dating. 

Which you weren’t, but you also were. Whenever he was home, he spent a majority of his time with you, and when you had time off, you tried to go with him wherever it was he was going, and he never found himself attracted to any of the fans he came into contact with. He only wanted you. 

But you weren’t one hundred percent sure. You didn’t know if Shawn was the only one for you, or even someone you could see yourself with. Yes, you loved him with every single bit of your heart, but the constant touring, and not to mention Shawn was kind of clingy and could often get needy, and you couldn’t go on tour with him was a struggle. 

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Shawn threw his arms up in the air, only in his boxer shorts as he paced around your bedroom. He was home for the weekend, and you were kind of fooling around, when he said he loved you. He asked if you loved him back and you simply said you weren’t sure. 

“Shawn, calm down it’s not like we are official or anything.” You crossed your arms over the blanket that was covering your completely naked chest. 

“Oh, we aren’t a thing, at all?” He narrowed his eyes at you, which kind of scared you. You had seen him angry before, but you couldn’t really tell if he was angry. He looked a lot more hurt than anything. You hadn’t ever seen him this upset. 

“No, I didn’t mean it tha-” He cut you off, shaking his head. 

“Oh, but I think you did.” He continued to shake his head, folding his arms over his abdomen. He quickly went over to where his clothes had been discarded on the other side of your bed. He pulled his black jeans up from the floor and started to pull them onto his long legs, the legs yours were tangled up with only moments ago. 

“Shawn, what are you doing?” You grumbled, putting your head in your hands. He had always gotten sensitive around the subject of your status, since he was obviously more invested than you were from an outsider looking in. But really, you loved him just as much. 

“I’m going home.” He started as he buttoned his jeans. “I apparently,” He paused to grab his grey v-neck t-shirt and slip it over his head, “Don’t have any commitment here.” 

You were completely speechless, you didn’t even quite get it that he had left your room until you heard the door shut rather loudly, seeing he didn’t care if your parents heard that you had him over late at night. They didn’t come and bother you though, because you sat there, half naked, sitting up in your bed, already missing him. You couldn’t lie down, the bed would smell like him. He wouldn’t answer if you called him, so you just sat there and you missed him. He had just left, and your skin tingled and ached to touch him again. It felt like only minutes had passed when you saw the sun start to peak through your windowpanes, and you hoped and prayed that everything would be fine now. You lied down, your spine aching and cracking as you flattened your back onto the cold mattress. It still smelled just like him. 

After a couple of hours of a daze that wouldn’t really be considered a sleep, your phone buzzed on the bedside table. You instantly scrambled over, ignoring the fact that your top half was completely exposed. You grabbed your phone, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Shawn’s name appear across the screen. 

From: that mindez kid

i’m doing a mini radio show concert thing with a meet and greet beforehand starting in like an hour @ Locally Canada. You can come if you want to, don’t know if that’s too much of a commitment for you. 

You groaned, and pulled yourself out of bed, your whole body shivered as it was completely exposed aside from the panties Shawn had never gotten the chance to take off. You realize you had just about no time, so you quickly threw on a black skirt and tucked in a white button up and some tights with those black flats with cat faces on the toes you had gotten yourself as a christmas present, throwing your hair up in a top knot and not even bothering with makeup. You scurried down the stairs of your house, your family not yet awake as you made your way outside and to your car. As you pushed a key in the ignition, you whipped your phone out and decided to text him and tell him you were coming. 

To: that mindez kid 

i’ll be there in twenty. put my name on the list. 

He read the message and didn’t respond. It bothered you, but you knew he was still pissed. Honestly, he had reason to be. The girl he was in love with had deadass just told him she may not even want to be with him in the long run, that would piss off everyone just a bit. 

But Shawn decided to take it just a little bit too far. 

You drove up to the radio station, striding over to the front, ready to say you were sorry and you would do anything to be with him, because really, you would. The idea scared you, but you knew for a fact that you loved him with all of your heart. You told the security guard your name and he let you inside, and you saw Shawn in the lobby, looking as handsome as ever, but he was talking with some other girl, obviously one of the radio station workers. She was considerably pretty as well, a lot shorter than him, which you knew was something he absolutely loved, since you yourself were a good bit shorter, but not as short as her. Her hair was blonde, and she was skinny and pretty and seemed to literally be throwing herself at him. Or, that’s what it looked like, you couldn’t really tell. 

“Shawn?” You folded your arms over your chest, still a distance away from them. Shawn looked over at you, as if he expected your reaction. Which he did. 

“Oh hey.” He smiled at you, instantly going back to his conversation with the radio station girl that you now hated more than anyone in the world, other than Shawn of course. 

“Oh hey?” You grumbled under your breath, deciding that the only way to get back at Shawn was to play his little game. So you looked around the lobby for a moment, and by a complete act of god, your eyes were met with a fairly attractive desk worker, who seemed to just be taking phone calls and notes. But his arms looked pretty amazing in that blue button up, so you strode over to his desk, feeling Shawn’s eyes follow you from behind you, and sat on the edge. The boy from behind the desk looked up, and he was much more attractive than you initially thought, some might even say he was better looking than Shawn. 

“Hey?” He chuckled, flashing a smile that was worth a million dollars. You were incredibly uninterested in this man, seeing as he looked about as boring and dull as cardboard and looked like a failed male model, regardless of the fact he was one of the most attractive men you had ever seen. 

“How are you?” You smirked, kicking your legs a little, going back to your days in middle school drama club when they tried to teach acting techniques. 

“I’m… Just fine?” He was saying everything as if he were taken totally off guard, it seemed like he was trying to be charming, but it didn’t work.  

“What’s your name?” You started to fiddle with the sleeve of his shirt, knowing you were pushing this way too far. 

“Ali?” The way he spoke literally gave you a headache, and your whole body was relieved when you felt two big hands wind their way around your waist. 

“Will you excuse us?” You heard a familiar voice, and you knew exactly what you had done worked as Shawn basically yanked you off of the desk, and pulling you into one of the empty conference rooms. You saw he was literally fuming, his face bright red and the vein on his neck looked as if it were about to burst. “So what the actual fuck was that?” He snapped. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking ab-” He cut you off. 

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You can’t keep playing me like this, i’m fucking in love with you, and you can’t say you don’t want to be with me and then just go off an-” This time it was your turn to cut him off. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled yourself onto your toes, pressing a soft kiss onto his lips. He instantly wrapped his arms around your waist, and hummed against your lips until you pulled away and pressed your feet back down against the ground, though he let out a small whimper. 

“I wanna be with you, okay? I’m done with all this on again off again shit. We are together, okay?” You stated, playing with the ends of his hair just a little bit. 

“Sounds good to me.”  

author’s note// SUCH a shitty imagine i hate mySElf

Kill Your Darlings - When The Finale Isn’t Final (TBTP Fanfic)

MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR 3.06.

In which the end wasn’t really the end, or at least not in the way they wanted you to believe. A rewrite type continuation of the finale, because some things just can’t be left unsaid.

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD FOR 3.06. FINAL WARNING FOLKS. DON’T READ IT IF YOU DON’T KNOW!

Ok, now that’s done, this is a very hastily written rewrite/ continuation of the finale ending, because of course it is. I am mad/sad as I am sure lots of people are, but this little headcannon was making me less sad about it all so I figured putting it out there might help others see past the single episode for the hypothetical future of our favourite demon denouncing duo.

There might be errors, as I have written then posted with only a small amount of editing. I may go back and change these when I have had a night to sleep on it, but for the ideas alone I needed to get them out there, so have at it folks! Please do let me know what you think, or in general just to talk/rant about the finale in general!

I don’t own the rights to the Black Tapes Podcast, or any characters. These headcanons are mine but are meant for the masses :)


Two tickets. Two options. Two weary faces not breaking eye contact as they said the lines.

Of course that hadn’t been the end.

It needed to be. Oh god with the threats and the phone calls and that video, it needed to be the end more than either of them could ever say.

But it wasn’t, because they were both in Strand’s living room, Alex cross-legged next to the coffee table and Strand with his hands tensed in his lap on the sofa, staring each other down as they let the recorder hear their magnum opus.

The ultimatum was their way out.

Not in the way that the podcast listeners would hear, even though that idea grew ever more tempting each time one of them fumbled, or coughed when their throats dried out with nerves, or that one time a book fell over and their hearts jumped so much they had to stop altogether till a good part of the bottle of wine was in their systems. No, the ultimatum was their way out in the way a flashbang hides a magician.

The podcast had gotten too noticeable. Of course Alex knew that, as did Nic and the office and every one of the blogs that talked about it, recommending it to more and more eager listeners as the plot wove on. But noticeable in the charts was not noticeable to the kinds of people filming the presenter sleeping at night, and now that both those types of ‘publicity’ had merged, the podcast had gone from an interesting medium of discovering the truth, to an intrinsical part of the mystery, and one that was proving ever more dangerous.

Kill your darlings, Steven King had said. And so Alex was killing her podcast, rushing to a conclusion that wasn’t satisfying but was final; anything to let her and Strand and Nic and everyone else tangled up in its strings fade into the shadows that so often haunted their movements.

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anonymous asked:

hey, could you explain what happened in Vegas betweet zayn and liam?

What happened? That’s a really good question.
Basically Zayn ignored Liam throughout the concert, AND THIS IS SOMETHING because Zayn never ignores Liam.

Look at the other concerts

But in Vegas something happened. Zayn didn’t touch Liam, he didn’t even try to look in his direction despite Liam’s pleading eyes. (How did he even manage to resist those puppy eyes?)

So yeah, Zayn was angry. And he was angry with Liam, ‘cause he behaved normally with the other three boys.

Did Liam do something wrong? Maybe, we can’t know for sure, but that same morning Liam and Zayn were fine at the meet and greet.
Though during the day something clearly irritated Zayn and he ended up arguing with Paul.

(btw he’s being cornered by two big guys, that’s only my supposition, but I think they were trying to stop him from doing something dumb, trying to reason with him, even if he didn’t want to)
Anyway he was so upset that he skipped dinner while the other boys went to Gordon Ramsay’s steakhouse

When the concert started Zayn was still upset, he tried to behave normally with the others, but totally ignored Liam.
Also, the weird thing is that his hand was perfectly fine at the beginning of the day, but

again, what happened? Did he punch something? Someone? We’ll never know (ugh)

So, the interesting point which connects everything is that Danielle was there.
Our guess is that nobody expected this, or at least Zayn didn’t expect to find her there. Maybe it was a last moment decision or maybe he was the only one who didn’t know that and didn’t take the news very well.

(I swear I can picture him softly punching Liam and yelling: WHAT DOES SHE DO HERE? WHY IS SHE HERE?) (it’s no secret that Zayn clearly didn’t like her)

Anyhow the boys knew what was going on, and they tried to fix it, changing their usual position and making Zayn and Liam squeeze against each other

wow, good plan guys, how evil

but you failed

Anyway, Zayn and Liam clarified (maybe that same night after sending away Danielle) and the day after everything was fine.