i can never have enough of this film

Domestic Klance Headcanons
  • Lance tries as hard as possible to sleep in for as long as possible
  • this is a difficult task considering Keith is an early riser he doesn’t even need an alarm he just naturally wakes up at 7 to work out or whatever
  • one time lance tried to wake up early enough to surprise keith with a birthday breakfast-in-bed, but of course keith didn’t get the message to sleep in and was already awake
  • they made a mess making pancakes and bacon together instead
  • lance is a neat freak. it annoys the crap out of keith because he never had to clean up for anyone else whereas lance’s mother pretty much programmed him to clean up after himself and his little siblings
  • keith affectionately labels these tirades as The Nag™…brace yourselves, The Nag is coming
  • lance can also cook??? he chops vegetables like it’s nothing and keith is alway afraid he’s going to lose a finger at the speed he’s going
  • they couldn’t decide on a color scheme for their room so it’s just a mismatched mess of soft blues and and calm grays and vibrant red and angsty black and it looks awful. but it’s theirs
  • lance convinced keith to do weekly Couple Luxury Night where they did relaxing at-home spa treatment-esque routines. he told keith it’d be fun but really it’s just an excuse for him to pamper his boyfriend and take goofy pictures in face masks and cucumbers
  • lance always fixes keith’s hair before he walks out the door because that boy does not know that bedheads aren’t acceptable. keith always pretends to be annoyed but his favorite thing is feeling lances fingers run through his hair
  • lance got them really into competitive cooking shows and naturally it turned into a heated cooking war between the two. since lance is 1000x better at cooking (keith can barely peel a potato) keith is allowed to distract him by whatever means necessary. lance is extremely susceptible to neck kisses, side tickling, and obnoxious raspberries
  • lance in aprons with flirtatious sayings
  • keith complying with the aprons’ suggestions
  • lance totally has a childhood teddy bear that he still sleeps with with named tigre (as a child he didn’t really have a clear grasp on the difference between bears and tigers). He is now señor tigre, respect the title, and is appalled when keith calls it ratty and old-looking
  • whenever lance is mad at keith he pretends keith isn’t there and complains about him to tigre
  • when keith needs comfort and can’t get any words out, lance lets him hold tigre—he might be old as hell but he is soft—and just talks to him about anything until keith feels better
  • they have matching red and blue mugs with cute lions on them
  • keith sleeps on the left side of the bed, but always manages to roll all the way to lance’s side by the morning
  • keith also has deathgrip when he’s asleep, so lance had to buy him a body pillow for those nights when lance just wants to sprawl out
  • lance taped a fucking picture of his face to the body pillow the first night keith slept with it and the next morning lance was woken abruptly by keith shrieking in terror
  • lance likes to do voices and impressions all the time to keep himself entertained and uses random objects around the house as props. keith’s reactions range from tired-of-your-shit to must-hold-in-laughter, but most of the time keith likes to film him on his phone so he can watch it again later. he says it’s blackmail material but these are keith’s videos of the lance that only he gets to see every day
  • whenever lance decides to fart in front of keith he turns it into a punchline
  • keith would never fart in front of other people because it’s fucking barbaric but he feels comfortable enough to voice his body’s concerns (oh god lance i have to fucking dump pause the tv i can’t miss gordon ramsay ripping this neglectful chef a new asshole)
  • they have a weekly chore chart with shifting roles, except keith can’t do the dishes because sticking his hands under hot water and touching grimy dishes is a nightmare for him
  • keith never likes to walk around barefoot esp in the kitchen, so lance makes it fun by gifting keith with funky socks. his most recent pair has shooting stars with a moon made of cheese at the ankle. (keith unintentionally called them cheesy and lance keeled over) keith is known at work/school as the serious guy with uncharacteristically fun socks
  • lance likes to blast music but when it bothers keith, he turns it down and sings along at a moderate volume, which keith finds comforting
  • keith: did u check between the couch cushions
  • it was between the couch cushions
  • they have a codeword for when keith misses a social cue and says something too blunt or rude, that way they can communicate easily in private and when company’s over
  • they also have a word for when lance is doing something annoyingly repetitive that keith can’t deal with
  • lance is superstitious and it’s all pretty humorous, but he never risks going to bed without saying i love you, even if they’re angry at each other. keith doesn’t understand why they need to say it out loud all the time but he knows it makes lance feel better so he doesn’t ask questions
  • some nights they like to sleep outside on the back porch so they can see the stars together, and they make their own constellations
  • when the Bad Thoughts hit lance, keith just stays with him, cradles him, strokes his hair. keith’s blunt honesty is a solace whenever lance splits
  • when lance dissociates, keith finds a simple activity for them to do together to coax him back like watching crap tv or going for a drive with the windows down
  • lance bought this weird porcelain duck cookie jar and every time keith comes into contact with it he stares it down for a good minute out of suspicion and spite
  • if either of them don’t feel like using their voice at any particular time, they bought mini whiteboards with tons of colorful markers
  • keith really likes to doodle?? its not his passion or anything but lance lets him draw on his skin and loves to show off his “new tattoo” to literally anyone
  • keith really wants a cat but lance thinks cats are too boring and moody. lance wants a dog but keith thinks they’re too high-maintenance and overwhelming
  • when they went pet shopping they became unwittingly enamored with a turtle struggling to eat a tomato. it was inspirational, and they named her Rita
  • they probably start a small garden and grow tomatoes for Rita and lance in floppy sun hats and keith digging gleefully into the earth
  • lance naming their gardening hoe keith and promptly running from an angry dirt-covered keith

im dy i ng I could go on about these dorks and their habits

if anyone wants to add anything more please do I'm thirsty for domestic klance fluff

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I come onto the Tumblr tag expecting people to be rejoicing. It’s the representation we’ve waited years for. Our lgbtq grandparents would’ve wept had they known that, by 2017, we’d be here.
I come into the tumblr tag to find people complaining. There’s not enough poc characters. Not enough bisexual characters. Not enough trans characters.
Not enough.
We are witnessing the best representation this community has had on television. We are seeing a landmark for this community happen in front of our faces. And yet, we say “not enough”.
I am tired of people shunning this community’s achievements. I am tired of this constant search for a perfection we will never have. I am tired of watching this community push back progress in the name of perfection. Because the truth is, no form of representation will be free of issues. There will never be enough representation to go around so that every minority can have their fair share. But will we choose to ignore that once more, or accept what we are offered?
These are the exact repercussions films like About Ray and Stonewall had to go through. And what happened to those movies? They were nitpicked and boycotted by the very community they advocated for. These films flopped and never got to speak their message. The message of equality, progress.
If we continue to push away representation, one day the world will stop trying. No films or miniseries to let our voices be heard, because the market for lgbtq films will be dead with no support from homophobes or the community. We will have nothing.
I know I’m not the only one who feels this way, so please reblog this post. Spread the message that this needs to stop. My inbox is always open to opinions and discussions.

anonymous asked:

Got7 aren't even established as a group to be doing this. Jype doesn't even promote them well enough as a group in the first place.

“Got7 aren’t even established as a group to be doing this”

JJ project aren’t starting from 0, the unit promoted before and it was mentioned many times when GOT7 debuted, JB and Jinyoung have many fans in Korean fandom what means they’re stan attractors. Showing them to the public through unit promotions to gain more fans is not a bad idea in my opinion. Many Korean fans who have been following JB & JY since JJP days have been waiting for their comeback too.

“Jype doesn’t even promote them well enough as a group in the first place“

I’d understand these concerns more if GOT7 had long breaks or one comeback a year in Korea. Instead they always have at least 2 long promotion cycles with 20 fansign events for every one of them. Market is overstaturated and it’s not easy to become a top group these days, but as someone who has been following JYPE for years I can say they’ve never put so much effort with groups in the past. They make GOT7 film shows during every promotion, organise different ways to meet fans (mini fanmeetings, fansign events), GOT7 members assure fans that they’re not going anywhere all the time. 

Jinyoung has been wanting to act for a long time now and he’ll finally have time to do it (as mentioned in the article). GOT7 members have been focusing on group promotions for a long time. JYPE wouldn’t force Jackson to go solo or JJ Project to make a comeback if they didn’t talk with the members. As for other members activities, they might have something planned too. People become idols because they like performing, they like being on stage, I believe that every member has a dream project they would like to pursue in the future while still being a part of GOT7.

Not long ago a producer working with Youngjae mentioned they recorded something until 4AM. Maybe Youngjae is preparing something too? Today only 4 members arrived in Korea and vocal line (JB, JY and YJ) stayed in Japan. 

Jackson mentioned wanting to show his ‘real style’ in one of the recent interviews. Jackson’s fandom in China is quite big. They’re not leaving us, they want us to support them. They’re still GOT7 members and already have group activities planned (rumored comeback in Korea and Japan tour at the end of the year).

why do i keep thinking of Sidney portrayed in a indie French Amelie-esque film where he does mundane things and daydream about the things that could be while the narrator says in a soothing yet some what melancholy/longing, honey-soaked voice, “My name is Sidney Patrick Crosby. I’m from Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia, and I’ll be turning 30 in a few days.”

And it’s got scenes of Sidney going about his day, always following a routine and taking him coffee just so, driving to the rink, practicing, going home, making dinner for one, then rinse and repeat. It’s all accompanied with the crisp clink of the coffee pot on granite counters, the blade of his skates slicing across the ice, Geno’s laughter as he skates into view and playfully bumps into Sidney’s side, as Sidney narrates on, “I’m happiest when I’m on the ice.” Then scene switch to family skate, where Sidney is watching Geno skating with another woman and kissing her on the cheek, and Sidney narrates on, “But sometimes, even when I’m out here, I still feel so lonely I can barely breathe. Not all the time, just sometimes.”

I can also imagine a third person narrator. Like when Sidney is walking with Geno looking for a place to eat, their hands almost brushing, the narrator would say, “It’s moments like this when Sidney can imagine a world where Geno loves him just as desperately as Sidney does, and Geno would take his hand as they walk home. But he never quite does.” Then Geno would put his hand into his pocket, start talking about how the rookie Pens are doing and Sidney would break out of the daydream and also shove his hand into his own pocket.

And of course I want the Big Damn Kiss to happen on the ice, where Geno finds Sidney there after hours, and they’d kiss and Sidney would narrate, “There’s a few things I know, and one of them is that I’m happiest when I’m out here on the ice.” 

Sweet Creature - Pink Series pt. 1

Hello lovelies! Here is part one of that angsty, slow burn, friends to lovers series I’m starting! The series will be called Pink and there will be 10 parts in total, each one inspired by/including one of the songs on Harry’s album.

Word Count: 5k

Enjoy! .xx -M

“So, you’re ready to get back into the game again, huh?” you ask around a mouthful of scone, crumbs tumbling from your lips as you speak.

“Yeah, I think I am. It’s been a long break, and I think I’m ready to really start writing again,” Harry smiles, the future career he’s planning seeming like more and more of a reality.

“Well, I for one, am excited. Always wanted to know what you’d do on your own.”

“You’ve heard some of my own songs,” he questions, sipping his tea.

“Well yeah, but like, none of those were written for your own personal album, H, they were more for fun. I wanna see you in your element,” you say.

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Half Sunken Ship // Wyatt Oleff imagine

I don’t remember the exact request for this one, but I hope this somewhat satisfies you xx @dauntless-initiate-hola

Summary: Reader and Nic are best friends and Wyatt catches them horsing around. He thinks that they’re something going on between them. 

Word count:  1535 

Warnings: cursing as usual

I didn’t proof read this enough so there might be some mistakes xx

Wyatt has liked Y/N since they started filming IT. She gave off a happy vibe. Happiness radiated off of her, Wyatt could be having the most shitty day, but just her mere presence can change his mood so quick. Y/N was so easy to talk to and she was a great listener. She was bright and bubbly and she was effortlessly beautiful. He loved the way Y/N carried herself with dignity, class, and grace. Wyatt has never met a girl so perfect.

Y/N has liked Wyatt since they started filming IT. She liked how mysterious he can be and she loved his unique humor. Wyatt was the kind of guy you would want in your life forever. He cares so much about his friends which Y/N found very attractive. Not to mention his smartness, the boy was brilliant in academics that it sometimes blew her mind away. Wyatt was also the biggest gentleman around. He would sometimes give Y/N his sweater just because she looked cold, he held doors for her and everyone, and whenever they were out and about he always insisted to pay for things. Y/N has never met a boy so perfect.

You and your best friend Nic relaxed inside your trailer after filming a long and tiring scene. Nic still had his mullet extensions on and you still had fake blood all over your head. You two were too tired to even clean yourselves up. You and Nic sat on a loveseat together just talking about the scene you two just filmed which involved Henry pushing your character in the barrens causing your character to fall and hit their head on the rocks.

“I’m sorry for pushing you by the way, and also sorry for calling you a slut. Henry is such an ass.” Nic said with an eyeroll, it was funny how Nic hated Henry even though he was playing him. 

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ok so i just came out of the cinema after watching Wonder Woman and i cannot emphasise enough how much i cried. from the very first scene to the very end. im still crying.
for multiple reasons.
the multiple reasons being i have never ever seen a woman being so unapologetically powerful and when i saw the first scene of the amazons training i realised that they are like me and we as women, can do anything. diana listens to no man, took orders from no men and followed her own agenda. diana was a strong, fierce warrior and still managed to have a beautiful relationship with Steve. i am so in love with this film and how empowered i feel after watching it.


INTJ: Come on INFP we’ve got to watch this film! It’s like the best horror film on Earth!

INFP: How can you be so sure?

INTJ: I’ve seen a thing called trailer, but I suppose you have never heard of it.

INFP: *reading the cover* I’m not old enough to watch this.

INTJ: You are! Stop making excuses.

INFP: *making big eyes* I’m still a child on the inside…

INTJ: *deep sigh*

INFP: Okokokok…

(after the film)

INTJ: I’ve seen things…that can’t be unseen… I am never ever going to close an eye again in my life.

INFP: *jumping on the sofa* It was A W E S O M E!! *starring into INTJ’s soul* LET’S WATCH IT AGAIN!

Katrina stans. Erasure in fandom

When I check the Into the Badlands tag I often see people who are / were watching the show solely for its supporting  white characters and supporting white ships – either they stan the Widow or Jade or Quinn or ship Jade x Ryder. And… Into the Badlands, with all its faults (looking at you s2 finale), is a show lead by two Asian male leads, a show with a central romantic storyline (s1-2) featuring a Black woman and an Asian man.

And it’s not like I want to say that the Widow / Jade / Quinn or Jade x Ryder are not worthy of stanning or that people aren’t allowed to like them, but the thing is that all the above are far from being rarity in media and fiction – you can find those kind of white characters and white ships in almost any given Western book, film, tv show. Whereas MK, Sunny and Veil are the examples of those few representations that we have. Sunny and MK being Asian male leads in a genre show on big US network is unheard of, they are unique. SunnyVeil as a Blasin (AM/BW) couple centering romantic storyline of seasons 1-2 is rarity.

And it reminded me of something – of those Katrina stans from Sleepy Hollow. You know, that show that had a great first season and a disastrous continuation after.

Abbie Mills is not the first Black woman lead on US TV (though she’s shamefully close to it), but she was a main lead on a genre show, and in 2013, that was unheard of. […]
Simply put, The Sleepy Hollow fandom was the first major genre TV fandom that was not explicitly white dominated. - Diversehighfantasy

Abbie Mills as a Black woman lead was important representation, and not just for Black women fans but to all of us. And yet, there still were the part of the audience that watched the show for a supporting white character Katrina Crane and supported the romantic storyline between Katrina and her estranged husband Ichabod (the show’s male lead). These people hated Abbie and wanted her gone off the show or become a supporting character to Katrina’s lead. The thing is that Katrina is a character that you can find by opening any book, by turning on TV and seeing in any show, you can go to a theatre and pick almost any play or a movie and you’ll see a Katrina and Ichabod x Katrina romance. So the defining feature of Katrina stans is that they are people who want the status quo – they watch the diverse films / shows, read the diverse books and latch onto the generic white characters and relationships that one can find in any genre of any piece of Western media / fiction.

You can find Katrina stans in any fandom, really. They are the Westallen / Richonne / Ichabbie haters who ship the white ships with the white men from those respective fandoms. They are the Rey.los, they are the Maggie/Daryl shippers. They are the people who claim that Finn is nothing more than a comic relief character, while Kylo is the “true male lead of the SW”. They are the people who insist that Scott is not the true lead of TW, but Stiles is. They are the people who watch Into the Badlands for its supporting white characters, they are the people who watch Cleverman for Iain Glenn only, they are the people who watch Marco Polo for its white male lead and couldn’t care about anything else in the show, they are the people who will watch Black Panther for M@rtin Freeman only. Katrina stans are people who erase Blade, John Luthor and Luke cage from their own canon narratives.

They are the Cl@lecs and J@lecs. And no, the latter are not “progressive” just because they’re not erasing Alec’s sexuality, like the former homophobes do. Because as rare LGBT representation is even nowadays, the shows featuring white gay lead characters and white gay / LGB relationships are still more represented than the shows featuring non-white gay characters and gay / LGB ships of color. I can name dozen of shows off the top of my head right now that star white gay characters and have central white gay / LGB romance. I can only name two that feature Asian GB characters – Shadowhunters and HTGAWM, and Oliver was a recurring / background character in s1-2.

Katrina stans are the people who erase characters of color from their own canon narratives. A person doesn’t need to be white to be a Katrina stan. They just need to support racist patterns of erasure and prioritize whiteness. “It’s really easy to be a little bit racist.” ©

And to a point I can see where these Katrina stans are coming from – never having the luxury of racial representation, from my very childhood I’m used to watching shows and films or reading books for one background character of color (not even an Asian character in particular, just the ones they can offer), who rarely has a central storyline, and is lucky enough if they don’t die horribly in the middle of the story. And you learn to cherish even those scrapes of representation they give you.

That’s why it hurts seeing when white fans, or fans with white worldview (not necessarily white themselves) try to erase those little scrapes of representation that we are starting to have.  It’s not about “ship wars”. It’s about racial erasure. Racism hurts and it is always personal to a person of color.

White fans who indignantly ask “why does it matter what color of skin those character have?!” really don’t understand the mere concept of what it’s like never seeing yourself represented on screen / in fiction. They remind me that legend about “Let them eat cake” saying – the rumor states that when French queen Marie Antoinette was informed that the poor country people had no bread, she replied, “Then let them eat pastry!” The moral of the legend is that with all the luxury surrounding her, she didn’t know the mere concept of starving and having nothing but bread to eat.

White fans having the luxury of representation surrounding them everywhere they look, simply don’t get that we don’t have the metaphorical pastry. We barely can afford a loaf of “bread”, we don’t have the luxury of choice. So, basically Katrina stans are the people that come to your home, steal your last and only loaf of bread and then innocently wonder why are you mad.

If we continue the food metaphor, imagine this: you live in a world where all the bakeries offer only one pastry – the jelly bean cake. You like the jelly bean cakes, but you also crave for a raisin cake, after all, you are a raisin person. But you are surrounded with jelly bean people, so you adapt. You eat the jelly bean cakes. And when you’re lucky you see a jelly bean cake with one raisin in it, and you are the luckiest person alive, you buy the jelly bean cake with that single raisin and you eat the whole cake and cherish that one raisin. And then one day the bakery bakes a jelly bean cake with lots of raisins! You’ve never been happier. But then you see how jelly bean people come into the bakery, they buy the raisin cake, they take out the jelly beans and throw away the raisin cake into the trash bin. All in front of the baker, and then they make complaints about the raisin cake to the baker, because there aren’t enough jelly beans in it, even though the shelves of the bakery are full of jelly bean cakes.

That’s how I feel.

And if someone takes this post as a personal attack and “policing the fandom”, congratulations, you’ve missed the whole point.

coolneo123  asked:

I once fell backwards onto a corner table and hit the base of my skull (I still have the scar). Believe me when I say, you might have actually gone LIGHT on the blood. My minor wound was enough to drench my hands and hair.

Oh DANG, that sounds horrifying! I am so glad your wound was minor and you ended up alright! :O

Your story illustrates exactly what crossed my mind when I was adding the blood! Head wounds bleed a lot, but movies and games tend to tone the blood waaaay down (unless it’s for horror films). As a result, most people don’t know just how much head wounds can bleed. (And hopefully they never will!) 

Since most people are accustomed to Hollywood levels of blood, I opted to tone it down as well. I think it’s still plenty effective!

Request: Hello! Can you do a Jack Lowden x female reader? You can write about anything I just need more of this beautiful man in my life 😍 Thank you!

A/N: I can’t get enough of this Scottish beaut.


Every Thursday night was the weekly Y/N-Jack movie night. You had been having them for so long, you barely remembered how they started. All you remember was telling Jack you had never seen Jaws, and the rest was history. Every week you took turns hosting the movie night, trying to pick a film the other hadn’t seen.

You had been friends for 3 years now. When you moved to Oxton, Jack had been the one who found you in your moment of need. You had been totally lost, not knowing north from south. He had helped you find your way to your apartment, offering to introduce you to the city the next day.

An instant friendship had been born that day.

Now the two of you were inseparable. Everyone thought you were a couple, even your families. But unfortunately for you, you were just friends. No mattered how much you wished it were otherwise.

Jack: be there in 10

You shook your head when Jack finally texted you. He was already 15 minutes late, not that it really mattered. No matter what Jack did, he was always late. You were surprised he ever got a job. His time management was almost non-existent.

15 minutes later there was a knock on the door. You rushed over to get it, pulling Jack into a big hug once you opened the door.

“Hello darlin’.” Jack greeted, pressing a kiss to your cheek before pulling away. Jack then took his jacket off and hung it on the coat rack.

“Made it just in time. Look at it come down out there.” You told him, gesturing towards the window. Needless to say, it was now pouring outside. “Can I get you a bevvy?” You asked him, heading towards the kitchen.

“I’ll just take whatever yer havin’.” He shouted, heading towards the living room. Moments later you walked into the room with two beers and popcorn. “Thanks Y/N.” He spoke when you handed him a beer. “What are we watchin’ tonigh’?”

“A horror film!” You exclaimed, making Jack wince.

“Aye! You know I hate those stupid films!” Jack complained, slumping into his seat. You just laughed at his dismay, popping in the movie.

You were about halfway through when you had enough of Jack’s constant comments. He was always talking to the characters; ‘no don’ do that!’ or ‘I told ye he was an idiot.’ It was funny at first, but now you were getting annoyed.

“O’ shut up.” You complained, throwing a piece of popcorn at him. He gasped, looking at you in mock anger. No longer were either of you paying attention to the movie, you were now in an all out popcorn war.

Popcorn was flying everywhere as you both let out battle cries, completely forgetting that the two of you were grown adults. You were having too much fun.

“Ahhhhhh!” Jack yelled, tackling you onto the couch when he ran out of ammo. He shook his hair out over you, making popcorn fall into your face.

“Jack!” You complained, trying to breathe through your laughs. Jack was laughing too, trying to pick some popcorn out of your hair.

When your eyes met, the laughter stopped abruptly. Your eyes widened when you took in your position; laying flat underneath a blushing Jack while he just stared dazedly down at you.

Suddenly Jack was leaning towards you, effectively knocking the breath from your lungs. When his lips finally met yours, you completely froze.

All rational thought went out the window as your best friend kissed you. Warning bells were going off that you should be kissing him back, but you were too stunned to move.

Jack jumped away from you abruptly as if he had been electrocuted. You quickly gasped in air, not realizing you had been holding your breath the whole time.

“I should go.” Jack spoke briskly, all but jumping out of his seat as he made his way towards the door.

“Jack, wait!” You exclaimed, snapping out of your shock. You rushed after him, throwing open the door after he had slammed it shut. “Jack!”

He completely ignored you, halfway towards his car as the rain drenched him. You groaned in annoyance, pushing yourself to follow him into the rain.

“Jack, stop.” You shouted, grabbing his arm to pull him back.

“What?!” He yelled, turning on you with a glare. You stumbled back slightly, a bit frightful of him. Jack immediately saw this and forced himself to calm down. “Look, I know what yer gonna say, alrigh’? And I really don’ feel like hearin’ it righ’ now.” He sighed, rubbing his temples.

“But Jack-”

“I know ye don’ feel the same way. I never wanted to make things awkward between us, and I’m really sorry.” Jack continued, ignoring you once again.

“I wasn’-”

“I’m sorry if I ruined everythin’, I didn’ mean to, really. It’s just that I’ve liked ye for a while now. And I just couldn’ help it.”

“Jack, I-”

“I’m sorry. Maybe we can pretend this never happened? I want ye in my life, I really can’ lose ye. Not over these bloody feelin’s.”

“SHUT UP YE ABSOLUTE GALOOT!” You shouted, frustration coloring your tone. Jack froze, eyes wide in shock. You had never raised your voice at him, he found himself kind of liking it. “If ye would listen to me for one damn minute!”

“Alrigh’, alrigh’. Sorry, what were ye tryin’ to say?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck anxiously.

“I like ye too Jack.” You said quickly, before he could interrupt you again. “I was just shocked that ye felt the same way, that’s all.”

“You, er, like me? Really?” He asked, eyes looking doubtful.

“Oh for bloody sake!” You exclaimed in exasperation, pulling the man down by his collar and crashing your lips with his. Suddenly neither of you cared that you were dripping wet in the freezing cold air. The only thing that mattered was that the two of you were finally giving into your feelings. There were no more secrets between the two of you.

“Feel free to shut me up like tha anytime.” Jack spoke as the two of you broke apart, both breathing heavily. You couldn’t help but laugh. “So does this mean tha I can finally tell my mum that we’re together? She asks every time she calls.”

“Yes, i’d say that’s alrigh’.” You joked, a warm smile on your face.

“Great! I also think my brothers had a bet goin’. I wonder who won.” He mumbled, a curious look on his face. You just rolled your eyes, shivering slightly as your wet clothes clung to your skin.

“Come on ye complete numptie, let’s get inside before ye catch a cold.” You told him fondly, taking his hand and walking back into your apartment.

“Quit callin’ me names woman!”

Why are people so against the movie Split?

Let’s start here: only about 200,000 people in the world experience DID, which means that it is very rare. It is something that is developed over years and years of extremely harsh abuse.

This was something that I looked up myself, after having watched the movie Split. Although I am inexperienced with DID I did not once think that anyone with that illness is as violent and as monstrous as was depicted in that movie. The movie was fictional and for entertainment purposes only, it did not directly call out people in the real world with DID. In fact, if anything it made me more aware of the fact that people have this mental illness and how intriguing it really is. It might not even be a mental illness at all, it might just be the mind’s defense against bodily harm and trauma.

There are so many questions about DID and so much room for research that can be done. I never had thought that the director had purposefully made this film to demean DID patients, I believe entirely that it was made for entertainment only. While also having drawn more attention to DID, so that people know. Because obviously people don’t know enough. There is such a small population of people suffering from this disorder that it is hardly known. So if anything, we should welcome this movie with open arms as a thing of pure entertainment. I truly believe that everyone that had walked out of that theatre, or at least the majority, had looked up DID and had educated themselves on it.


Ok Taylor so I’ve officially told all my students we hung out and they are in awe just like I told you they would be!

The school I work at is low income and a lot of the students don’t get to experience a lot. They literally think I am a celebrity because I met you. You have no idea how a simple thing like their art teacher meeting Taylor Swift has impacted their lives. :)

I (along with the students and other teachers) would love it so much if you could visit our school in Pittsburgh one day. I know you are a very busy lady but if you could even film a video saying hi to them that would truly be amazing. You have no idea how happy it would make 600 kids who sometimes need to be reminded they are loved and appreciated. <3

I can never thank you enough for everything you do. I love you so much Taylor ❤️❤️❤️

anonymous asked:

I have story ideas but have never been able to stick to reading a book. I don't know why; I've tried several times over the years and it just doesn't seem to mesh with my brain. I watch shows/films and some inspire me with ideas (Charmed, Once Upon a Time, Harry Potter, etc.), but I have bits and pieces, not enough to put together cohesively and when I get inspired enough to write, I often can't seem to form the ideas, like they're there, but too blurry to put into words? Need reassurance please

Breathe. Get a notebook. Keep the notebook. Fill it with your ideas over time. Realize that you don’t need to do everything all at once. In fact, most writers don’t. Just keep going with your ideas over time, keep filling in the blanks, and you’ll eventually get to the point where you have enough to do something with those ideas. Maybe you’ll write a book, but maybe you’ll do something else, like get together with a collaborator and create a comic. You never know. Just don’t give up on making your dreams and your ideas into a reality.

Drunk Regrets // Conor Maynard

Word Count: 1947

Summary- Never Have I Ever with your best friend let out some unwanted emotions.

Warnings; swear & mention of sex/drinking

A/n; This took so long. I’m so sorry.

Requested; Yes.

req;  Can you write an imagine where Conor and the reader hooked up when they were drunk and started to ignore each other after that. So Jack, unaware of what happened, brings them together to film a dirty Never Have I Ever video, including Caspar, thinking it would be fun. One question is about hooking up with a close friend, and they both answer ‘I Have’ and glance each other for a second, but Caspar sees and obliviously asks them if they had sex, causing an argument and confessions about feelings.



“Hey Y/N!” Jack said, opening the door wide enough for you to enter. He pulled you into a hug, greeting you happily. “Is it okay if we film a video with Caspar and Conor today? I’ve had a video idea for a while now and it’s rare that I can get one of my best friends, let alone two, and Conor in the same room because of your busy schedules.” He said, and your breath hitched at the mention of Conor. You brushed it off, plastering on a convincing smile and nodding.

You were Jack’s best friend; you’ve known him for years. When you became friends, you were just finishing school, and Conor hadn’t lived in Brighton anymore. He’d already moved at that point. All you knew about him back then, was that he was Jack’s older brother who was a singer. Of course, you’d heard his songs and couldn’t wait to meet him.

However, things didn’t exactly go to plan. He was nice, exactly as you thought. He was talented, exactly as you thought. The thing you didn’t expect? For you to fall head over heels for your best friend’s brother. You didn’t want to. You didn’t want to be that typical girl in the movies who falls for the brother. Unfortunately, it wasn’t your choice who you fall in love with.

Back then, despite your growing feelings, you pushed them away. You were in no way going to jeopardize your relationship with Jack. Not to mention, Conor never showed any signs of liking you back. If he did, it was brief, then he’d return to London, leaving you, Jack, and your feelings, back in Brighton.

Now, things weren’t much different, besides the fact you and Jack lived in London, and Conor was almost always at Jack’s flat. After a few years of learning to hide your emotions, you formed a friendship with Conor; not nearly as strong as the one you have with Jack, but still a strong one. Still, recently something had happened between the two of you, and you couldn’t help but lose control of the wall you’d built of your emotions.

Jack led you into the living area, where he had his camera and lights already set up, ready to go. Conor was sat on the far side of the couch, scrolling on his phone. He had an arm lazily slouched on the backrest of the couch, and a leg folded over the other. You couldn’t help but think he looked really good in that position; the lighting was hitting just the right spots and making him look like a literal angel. (Insert Joe’s intro for Conor here)

Jack sat down next to Conor, making him look up. “Hey Jack.” He greeted, and looked at you. He scanned you up and down, and returned his gaze to his phone. You sighed quietly, sitting down next to Jack and plastering on a smile. If Jack knew anything was wrong, he’d be able to figure it out what happened in an instant. He could read you like a book; Conor as well.

Caspar bounded in, a huge smile on his face as always. He plopped down next to you, greeting you with a side hug. Conor made a sound similar to a scoff and a huff, but played it off as something on his phone, so the boys wouldn’t question it. You however, knew it was directed to you. You rolled your eyes. You were cut out of your thoughts and the quiet by Jack beginning his intro.

“Hello everybody!” He greeted, repeating the same intro you’ve heard many, many times before. “Today, I’m joined with Caspar, Y/N, and my older brother, Conor!” He introduced, the three of you waving along with your name. “Today, these three don’t know it yet, but..” He started and you sighed. “Here we go!” You said, teasingly. “Shut up, Y/N! Anyways, we’re going to be playing Never Have I Ever! All these questions were randomly selected from Twitter, YouTube Comments and Instagram Comments, so let’s get right into it!” Jack said, and you tensed immediately. You calmed yourself, there was no chance of that question coming up. Right?

Wrong. Halfway through the video, all was going well. You didn’t answer too many embarrassing questions, you still had your dignity. That is, until the next question was asked by Jack. “Never Have I Ever hooked up with a close friend.” Jack said, grinning evilly as he held up an ‘I Haven’t.’ Caspar did the same. You gulped nervously, switching your papers so you had an ‘I Have.’ being shown to the camera. Conor did as well.

It was late at night in a random bar in London. To say you were tipsy was an understatement. No, you were full on drunk. The unfortunate part, looking back, was you weren’t quite drunk enough to forget the events of that night. You, somehow in your drunken state, found Conor among the crowd of dancing bodies, grabbing onto him for support. He was as drunk as you were. “Let’s go.” He slurred, pulling you gently through to the doors.

As soon as you left the building, his lips pressed against yours, in a rushed and sloppy kiss. “Come home with me, love.” He said, swaying side to side slightly as he ordered an Uber. You wanted to say no, of course you wanted him to reciprocate the feelings you hid, but not in your drunken state or in this matter. Still, your mind couldn’t process the words so you only nodded, following him into the Uber.

You woke the next morning, only wearing a shirt too big for you; it fell past your thighs. You had a pounding headache. You had no idea where you were, until you looked down at the long shirt. Your breath hitched. You knew this shirt. It was Conor’s. A groan was heard from behind you, and you looked back, startled. Conor furrowed his brows as he let his eyesight adjust to the light, looking at you. When he processed who it was, his eyes widened. “Fuck.”

“This never happened, agreed?” You said, even though you were basically ripping out your own heart with the words that left your mouth. He looked almost hurt, almost, but it disappeared as soon as it came. “Agreed.” He said, sliding out of the bed. You followed suit, collecting and changing back into the previous night’s clothes. You and Conor didn’t speak another word, but you grabbed your stuff and left. You hadn’t talked since.

You glanced over at him quickly, and he did the same. Your eyes connected, and you saw a flicker of nerves run through his eyes. He probably saw the same in yours. You broke eye contact, not wanting to catch the other boys’ attention. Too late. “Wait.. Conor, Y/N?” Caspar asked, suspiciously. Jack looked up from his phone, confused. “Did you two have sex?!” Caspar asked, jumping up in surprise.

You and Conor tensed visibly, causing Jack to give both you two a look. “You slept with my best friend?!” He yelled at Conor, standing up. “And you.. You slept with my brother?!” He yelled at you, causing you to jump in surprise. Jack was hardly ever mad at you; besides the teasing way, of course. You’d seen him at his worse, and at his best, but never have you seen him so.. Protective.

“I can’t believe this..” Jack muttered, running a hand through his hair. “It was a one time thing, Jack.” Conor said, calmly. “Yeah, I wish it wasn’t though..” You muttered, but all three boys heard and looked at you. “Fuck, did I say that out loud?” You asked, cheeks flushing. “Yup.” Caspar said, simply. “Y/N..” Conor said, but you got up and left. “Sorry, Jack.” You said, grabbing your bag and running out the door.

“Wait, Y/N!” Conor said, running after you. “Please, just wait!” “Why, Conor?!” You exclaimed, turning around. “Let me speak!” He huffed, pausing in front of you and hunching over to catch his breath. “I really need to go to the gym more..” He huffed, and stood up to look at you. You were tempted to laugh, but refrained. “You’d think for a singer, you would know how to control your breathing.” You spat. He chuckled, but stopped when he noticed you were waiting, arms crossed, an eyebrow raised.

He sighed. “Look, I’m an idiot okay?” You let out a bitter laugh, your tears blurring slightly. You blinked in an attempt to keep yourself together. You had kept all these feelings for so long, it felt like every little wall or defense you’d put up, had fallen. “You’re telling me.” You spat, looking away, but staying still. As much as you wanted to leave, you cared too much to walk away. “I’ve liked you for years, Y/N. Ever since the day I met you back in Brighton. Jack called me and told me he found someone.. Someone perfect for me,” He paused, as if questioning himself. You motioned for him to continue. “and when I saw you, I knew he was right.” he whispered, and now he was the one looking away, while you couldn’t tear your eyes from him. “Excuse me?” You asked, unsure.

“Y/N, seriously? I love you. I’ve loved you since the first day. You had me wrapped around your finger and I didn’t know your name! I had to leave Brighton for my career, but every time I left I couldn’t help but worry that when I came back, you wouldn’t be there, or you’d be in a relationship with someone else. My biggest fear? That someone else would be Jack. Then two weeks ago, I got everything I ever wanted! We were together, and I loved it! Then you said a few words, and my heart felt like it snapped! You’re the one who wished it never happened!” Conor shouted, and there was now a crowd formed around you, not that you payed any attention to them.

Your tears you so desperately tried to fight trailed down your cheeks, and Conor’s eyes softened. “I wanted to forget it because I’ve dreamed of it for years, Conor.  I always loved you. My biggest hope, it came true. I was scared you’d regret it, I couldn’t take that sort of rejection, Conor. Every time you left Brighton you took a piece of my heart. I hardly had anything holding me together, I only had Jack. Every time I looked at him though, I saw your eyes. Anna too. It was hard, you were gone but still, I saw you everywhere. I pushed away everything to hold myself together.” You said, choking back sobs.

Conor ran over, cupping your face gently and pulling you into a much-needed kiss. You heard a few “awws” and “let’s leave them be” from the crowd, which consisted mostly of elderly people smiling as if they’d done the same all those years ago, (which they probably did, it was a movie cliche), You pulled away, leaning your forehead against Conor’s. “What took you so long?” You whispered, looking into his eyes. “I told you Y/N, I’m an idiot.” He chuckled, and you did too. “Come on, Jack’s gonna worry soon.” You said, slightly pulling away.

Conor grabbed your arm, spinning you gracefully and making you squeal in surprise, spinning your back into his arms, where he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “He can wait.” He whispered, kissing you again. You didn’t argue; you were waiting for this for a long time. He was right, Jack could wait.

anonymous asked:

Can I request a scoups fic based of Somebody To You by the Vamps?! <3

hi! sorry for the late reply but here it is!

thank you for sending this in :)!

also omfg i love the vamps and Somebody To You was one of the first songs I heard from them

Title: All I Wanna Be (Is Somebody To You)

Originally posted by letmebangteen

i used to wanna be,

living like there’s only me,

but now i spend my time,

thinking ‘bout to get you off my mind, (yeah, you!)

“You should get a girlfriend,” Jeonghan waves a hand in the air, “Or like a boyfriend, I don’t know, whatever,”. He glances at Seungcheol, who lay sprawled on the mat, with his sunglasses perched on the tip of his nose. “You’re beginning to become a hobo, my friend,” Jeonghan sighed, pushing the sunglasses so that it sat right on the bridge of Seungcheol’s nose, “A hobo with a house,”.

Seungcheol turned away lazily from his friend, and the sunglasses fell off from his face, and onto the sand. He felt a light breeze caress his exposed arms, felt his toes dig into rough grains of sand as he stretched his legs out, the mat just enough for only his upper half. If he curled up just right, he might be able to get his toes right at the hem of the end of the mat. “And how would getting a significant other relieve me of my hobo – ness, exactly?” Seungcheol questions, eyes fluttering shut. The warmness of the sun was just right, not too hot, and he basked in it. It wasn’t every day you got such nice weather like today. He could hear the waves crashing against the shore, the sound of children squealing as they splashed water at each other and the soft murmurings of people holding conversations with one another.

“I don’t know,” Jeonghan replies, “When you find someone you love you start living. For them and for yourself. I don’t know,”.

Seungcheol doesn’t respond.

“Besides what about y/n? You’ve been hanging out with her quite alot recently. You can’t tell me you don’t have at least a little feelings for her,”.

Embarrassingly, Seungcheol felt his neck warm at the mention of your name. He let out a grumble, burying his face into the mat, and wincing at the rough texture that scratched his smooth skin . “I don’t know,” He mumbles into the mat, and he’s not quite sure if his friend can hear him. He had met you three years ago, a whole cliche meeting with you bumping into him, and promptly spilling coffee all over his new tuxedo while he was on his way to a friend’s wedding.

Then you offered to make it up to him, passed him a piece of paper with your number written on it, all flustered and apologetic. And normally, Seungcheol wouldn’t have called. He didn’t mind, didn’t need you to make it up to him, but as he sat at the edge of his bed, staring down at the crumpled piece of paper with your number on it, he caved in, and called. Ever since then, the both of you started hanging out more. At first, it was always Seungcheol, then you warmed up to him, considering him as a friend, and over time, the both of you just started hanging around each other like as if you had been doing it your whole lives.

Jeonghan had complained that one time that Seungcheol didn’t spend as much time with him as he did with y/n.

“You don’t know?” Jeonghan’s voice is tinted with tease, “You mean there’s at least like, 50% chance that you do?”. Groaning, Seungcheol flipped onto the other side to face his friend, “It’s complicated. I mean, what are the chances that someone like her is gonna accept someone like me, anyways?”.

“You guys are friends,”.

“I mean, more than that,”.

“So you do want to be more than friends,”.

Seungcheol tosses an arm over his eyes, mostly just to cover up his face and the fact that it had gone red. “I don’t know,”.

Look at me now

I’m falling,

Can’t even talk, still stuttering

This ground of mine keeps shaking,

“And that’s all,” Seungcheol gave a polite smile to the waitress as he folded his arms. He was with you at one of those fancy restaurants, only because it was Valentine’s day and according to the both of you:

(“We’re both single so we should go as like friends,” You said as Seungcheol draped his jacket over you, before shoving his hands into his pockets. “Valentine’s day for friends, to celebrate the deep deep love they have for each other,” Seungcheol hummed, “You mean like that?”. He doesn’t notice the way you have to duck your head to hide your face. “Yeah, you’re catching on,” You let out a nervous laugh. Seungcheol cocked his head to the right, before shrugging, “It’s an idea,”)

“Would you and your girlfriend like a cake?” The waitress points her neatly manicured finger to a picture of a cake, wrapped  with red fondant and shaped in a heart. “It’s only here for one day, but we make it every year during Valentine’s day,”.

Seungcheol parted his lips to open, but at the mention ‘girlfriend’ he found his throat go dry. It was a stupid reaction of him, but he couldn’t help it when his heart almost flopped out of his chest at the mere mention. “No – I – uh,” He gestured to you, blinking more times than needed. “She’s not my uh – you see -” He tried, and failed miserably to form a coherent sentence. The waitress smile fell slightly as she stared at him in confusion.

Great, he thinks, Now she thinks I’m a nutcase.

“No thanks,” He manages out eventually. He glances over to you, to see your face slightly pink as you add on, “Yeah, we- we’re just friends,”.

The waitress’ eyes widened and she started shaking her hands from side to a side, “Oh! No, sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed,” Then in a rush, “Do enjoy your meals!”. The minute she scurried off, Seungcheol exhaled deeply, and stopped short when you started bursting out into giggles. “What?” He pouts. “Sorry,” You grin, “It’s just – What was that? I’ve never seen you stutter so much before. I should’ve filmed it,”.

Seungcheol found his face flush in embarassment, but he scoffed to hide it. “I was caught off guard, that’s all,”.

“Why? Never thought of me as someone who could be your girlfriend?” Your tone is teasing, but if Seungcheol looks hard enough, he can see a glimmer of serious curiosity behind your orbs. Not very sure how to reply, Seungcheol shrugs, “You were pretty flustered too yourself,”.

He watches as you lay back in your seat until your back hit the chair, “Well,” You begin, drumming your fingers on the table, “We’re around all these couples and stuff, it’s making me feel abit… I don’t know, awkward? Like imagine going to a celebration for pregnant mothers, and you’re just like, one lone single guy there. That kind of feeling,”. Seungcheol understands what you were trying to say, but even then, he snorts. “That is a bizarre example,”.

You lift your hands up in the air dismissively, before putting them back down again. “One day,” You say, “One day, we’ll become those pregnant mothers too,”.

Seungcheol makes a face and you burst out laughing, “Can’t you just say one day we’ll have someone too?”.

“Same thing,”.

all i wanna be

all i ever wanna be,

is somebody to you

“What’s wrong with you?” Seungcheol found himself biting out. He couldn’t hold it back in any longer. Ever since Seungcheol started hanging out with Jeonghan’s good friend, Sunmi, you started to get itchy. Usually, you wouldn’t mind when he hung out with other girls, so this was a first. It’d been going on for a few weeks now, possibly even a month, Seungcheol couldn’t remember.

All he knew was that he missed having you around, missed having you around without trying to bite his head off and avoiding him like the plague. He couldn’t understand why. And sometimes, he’d avoid you too, just when his feelings got too overwhelming, and he needed a break. Repressing emotions were never healthy, after all, and for a long time… Well, Seungcheol’s been repressing… alot… of emotions for you.

“Of course it’s something wrong with me,” You accused, “And not you, right?”.

Seungcheol felt his jaw go slightly slack, “That’s not what I meant!” He spluttered, and you scoff, folding your arms tightly across your chest before leaning back onto the white walls. “Yeah? Then what is it?”.


“Look, maybe it’s just me, but I can’t seem to understand you these few days,”. You interuppted, and Seungcheol felt his face flare red with anger.

“I was trying to say – what’s wrong with us? God damn it, you think it’s been hard for you with-” He gestured wildly between the both of you, “With whatever this is that has been going on? It’s been hard for me too!”.

A feeling of guilt pricks his heart as he watches your eyes flash with surprise and hurt. “And -” He continues, wanting so much to let his feelings out and yet at the same time struggling to keep the lid on, “And – you keep avoiding me, why is that?”.

You avoid me too!” You throw your hands out at this, an expression of slight disbelief and a tint of anger crossing your face.

Seungcheol couldn’t stop himself. The words flowed out faster than he could control and by the time he registered what he had said, it was too late. “Maybe it’s because I like you! That’s why!”. He stares in horror as your eyes go wide and you blink at him, without saying a word. Damn it, Choi Seungcheol! He clenches his fists instinctively, then decides that… since he’s already in the deep end, he might as well continue.

“I’ve liked you, okay? For a long time now. And well, it’s hard because I’ve always wanted to be somebody to you, but I don’t know how. And well, also because I thought you’d forever see me as a best friend, okay? I’ve been avoiding you in hopes the feelings would go away, but it won’t,” He parts his lips to want to say somemore, but all that comes out is a strangled noise. He doesn’t know what to say next. “It just won’t, y/n,”.

“But – you’ve always been somebody to me,” You say slowly, choosing each and every one of your words carefully.

Seungcheol finds himself letting out a strained laugh, “Just never in the way I wanted to,”. “Wrong,” You retort instantly, and Seungcheol feels his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, “What do you-”.

“You’ve always meant something more, okay?” You were closer to him now, but you ducked your head, not able to meet his gaze. When you slightly look up to catch a look at Seungcheol’s expression, you find yourself letting out a frustrated sigh when all you get back is a pure baffled look plastered onto his handsome features. “Yah! Seungcheol! Do I have to spell it out for you?”.

“Yeah,” He breathes, then a teasing smile tugs at the corner of his lips, “Yeah, I think I do,”.

“You’re smart enough, I don’t have to,” You protest when you realize what he was trying to do. He’s closed the gap between you two now, and you’re 100% sure he can see the growing blush on your cheeks. You slowly feel his arms wrap themselves around your waist, and instinctively, you find your hands reaching up to play at the back of his nape.

“That’s okay,” He whispers then, eyes glowing with so much affection that it almost makes you lose your breath, “I can say it again…

I like you, y/n. A lot, and… well, I’m just happy right now, but… it’s sort of missing something, don’t you think? ” He tilts his head to the side playfully, allowing his fringe to flop over his forehead in a messy wave.

You pull away slightly, “What?”.


And with that, he leans in to kiss you.


HOLY FUCKKK. I LITERALLY HAVE EYEGASMS LOOKING AT THESE TWO HOTTIES. So fucking adorable together, and I have problems (not really) because of the fact that they aren’t dating sadly. But HOLY SHIT, their on screen chemistry is soooooo good!

If y’all don’t know who these two miraculous human being are:
Brunette: Natasha Negovanlis aka. The Daddy of all Daddies ( @natvanlis )
Blonde: Elise Bauman aka ABS (<- 😂)

They are both openly queer (<- UMM YESSSSS. I mean, even if they weren’t, their kisses are far too, how do I word this, experienced?? 😂😏)

But seriously guys, if you want to see them in action check them out here:
YouTube: Carmilla (web series that is seriously so good that you won’t wanna stop)
Movies: The Carmilla Movie (<- yes, they made a movie out of the web series and it’s amazing) you can find it on Fullscreen
- Almost Adults: A LGBTQ+ feature film that is also amazing (you can find this on Netflix)


Though, I do not know how anyone can not know these two, sooo… I’m going to go back to watching Carmilla…