i can't believe we don't know for a month oh my god

101 fluffy prompts
  • 001: "You're really soft."
  • 002: "You smell nice."
  • 003: "I'm here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses."
  • 004: "Is it possible to love too much?"
  • 005: "I don't wanna get up-- you're comfy."
  • 006: "I will always be there protect you."
  • 007: "I'm cold. Come closer."
  • 008: "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  • 009: "The stars look especially lovely tonight."
  • 010: "I've never seen such gorgeous eyes before."
  • 011: "May I have this dance?"
  • 012: "I can't stop thinking about you."
  • 013: "You'll never feel alone with me by your side."
  • 014: "Let's get to know each other over dinner."
  • 015: "All I want is you."
  • 016: "I could never leave you, I love you too much!"
  • 017: "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face."
  • 018: "I want to hear you sing."
  • 019: "I don't think anyone could ever be as lovely as you."
  • 020: "You look incredible in that."
  • 021: "He/She's quite stunning, isn't he/she?"
  • 022: "Sometimes I just can't control myself when around you."
  • 023: "Do you believe in love at first sight?"
  • 024: "I think I'm in love."
  • 025: "I’d like it if you stayed.
  • 026: "People are jerks, but not you."
  • 027: "I'll share the blankets with you."
  • 028: "I have never felt this way about anyone."
  • 029: "I want this to never end..."
  • 030: "Can I kiss you?"
  • 031: "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks."
  • 032: "Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death."
  • 033: "Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?"
  • 034: "You can put your cold feet on me."
  • 035: "Your stray red item turned my whites pink."
  • 036: "A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you."
  • 037: "There was a power outage and now we have to have dinner by candlelight."
  • 038: "Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to go talk to the neighbors upstairs for being too loud."
  • 039: "I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on."
  • 040: "Our AC is out and it’s the middle of the summer."
  • 041: "You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar."
  • 042: "My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on"
  • 043: "We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches."
  • 045: "We’re watching Toy Story 3 and we can’t stop crying."
  • 046: "I caught the bouquet"
  • 047: "My ex just invited me to their wedding and I need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like I’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them."
  • 048: "We accidentally got married in Vegas oops"
  • 049: "I’m really drunk, please help me get safely out of the way so I don’t ruin our friend’s wedding."
  • 050: "I planned out this super romantic proposal and you just ruined it by beating me to whole proposing thing."
  • 051: "I wasn’t planning on asking you, but it appeared to me that life is short. Will you marry me? "
  • 052: "If you shove cake in my face this will be the worst wedding night of your life."
  • 053: "Do you take this man/woman to be your lawfully wedded husband/wife? "
  • 054: "May I have this dance, wife/husband? "
  • 055: "You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I’m so happy I can finally call you my wife/husband."
  • 056: "I jokingly told you that the only way I’d marry you was if you did this weird outlandish thing, and you actually did it, and I’m kind of charmed."
  • 057: "This is probably a bad time, but marry me?"
  • 058: "We’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. "
  • 059: "Your ‘miracle hangover cure’ couldn’t possibly beat mine."
  • 060: "I know you haven’t had the best experience with dogs in the past but look at its face please please can we keep it?"
  • 061: "I wanted to surprise you for our anniversary, but everything that could go wrong, did go wrong."
  • 062: "I beat you at Mario Kart and now you're banishing me to the couch for the night?”
  • 063: "I surprised you with tickets to see our favorite band… WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU SURPRISED ME WITH TICKETS TO SEE THEM TOO?"
  • 064: "I know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays."
  • 065: "Oh! Hey! Could you come and taste this to see if it's okay?"
  • 066: "We’re arguing over book versus movie."
  • 067: "I came home to a Nerf gun on the front porch and a note that says ‘Here is your weapon. I have one too. Loser cooks dinner. Good luck. xo’"
  • 068: "We’ve been celebrating our wedding anniversary on the wrong day for the past nine years."
  • 069: "You had a business trip and I missed you so much that I kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?"
  • 070: "We both have nowhere else to be so we get to spend our rare day off at home."
  • 071: "I bet it’s a girl/boy."
  • 072: "Do you think it’s possible that I…might be… pregnant? "
  • 073: "I thought I was pregnant but the test must have been wrong. I’m not. "
  • 074: "You’re lucky I’m pregnant!"
  • 075: "Can you help me up, your child is pretty heavy."
  • 076: "I could really use a foot rub right now."
  • 077: "Your dad is really excited to meet you soon, it’s driving me crazy."
  • 078: "Do you wanna know the sex of the baby?"
  • 079: "The baby’s kicks are keeping me up at night."
  • 080: "Did you feel that?"
  • 081: "I can’t fit into my favorite dress anymore. "
  • 083: "I can’t be pregnant… or….OH MY GOD! "
  • 084: "I think you might be pregnant.”
  • 085: "It’s 2 am but you’re craving cake and we’re both up anyway so let’s bake in our underwear."
  • 086: "I knew it was a mistake to get the twins matching clothes."
  • 087: "Sh…they’re asleep."
  • 088: "I think someone had a little accident with the finger paint."
  • 089: "Mondays are your diaper days."
  • 090: "Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort, not me."
  • 091: "Ooh…someone’s got a tummy ache."
  • 092: "Are you sure you don’t want me to drop them off myself? I don’t think you could handle seeing them off alone."
  • 093: "I told you we should have just gotten that German Shepherd puppy."
  • 094: "What do you think for their punishment? Grounding? No video games? No going out for a week?"
  • 095: "Mm…your kid before five in the morning."
  • 096: "Come on now, I think you’re being too harsh. He/she’s just a kid. Remember all of the stupid things we used to do when we were their age?"
  • 097: "So, how should we break the news that they’re going to have a new baby brother or sister?"
  • 098: "I think we should have another."
  • 099: "Why wasn’t I invited to your wedding?"
  • 100: "Okay fine, one more story, but then you really have to go to bed."
  • 101: "…They just grow up so fast."

anonymous asked:

I honestly tried so hard not to ship Destiel but it's just one of those ships y'know you just kinda accidentally ship and I really don't wanna cause some of the fandom is kinda toxic but I can't help but to ship it

Dude, SAME.

Originally posted by findyourownhappyending

Honestly, I’ve never shipped anything before (I liked it when Spike x Buffy did eventually go somewhere and was kinda beautiful but I didn’t really ship it), I didn’t even know what shipping was until I found tumblr a few months ago, I’m mostly straight (I’m a bit fluid but meh, mostly straight), and I never really thought about representation that much beyond ‘yeah, thats a great thing, there should be more of it’. 

So I just watched the show (on my own) with no previous knowledge of anything at all and…. well…. it was so obvious?!

I mean, I just binge watched the show last year because I love sci-fi and I was in a bit of a bad place and needed a distraction and had watched all the Buffy/True Blood/GoT I could and was looking for something new.

I loved seasons 1-3, I did, but then, enter Castiel and literally, my life has kind of changed?! I have an obsessive personality anyway but…. jeez. What a character and WHAT A ROMANTIC GLORIOUS LOVE STORY!

And then it just dragged… and dragged…. and yet also GREW so much?! 

So, like, what exactly are they doing? Well, I believe they know exactly what they are doing, especially since Dabb took over, but hey, let’s see…. but my blog description is ‘endgame Destiel positive’ so you know what I mean ;)

It’s all THERE, they all know its there, the writers USE it in their plots, the editors make it visually obvious, it’s even referenced in the show, the actors all KNOW, I mean come on!

Originally posted by literarycasualty

It’s not our fault if they use all the romance tropes with these two.

I think it is very relevant that so many Destiel meta-writers and shippers have a background in understanding stories, being teachers, journalists, book worms, cinematography students etc etc and therefore can make pretty good conclusions from the material that is being shown.

I mean, the overall story of these two characters is that one is a fallen, rebellious Angel who just wants to feel Human and belong somewhere and loves caring for others and one is a faithless man with abandonment issues who just wants someone to stay with and care for him.

Said fallen Angel rebels and does it, all of it for Him, eventually looking to Him instead of God, is in return called ‘family’ and cared for himself. 

Said Human learns to have Faith in and through his Angel and through this in himself, which is a key part of his overall story in the whole show.

They’re WRITTEN as each other’s canonical other half (see this post about how its a romantic and not a buddy story according to literary guidelines).

Their story is like so many rom-com, shakespearean and classical for that matter love/mythical stories where they start out on opposite sides and kind of meet in the middle you know? The idea being that they ‘complete’ each other and lead themselves to be the best that they can be and who they really are and want to be deep down? As these two clearly do?!

I’ve said before and I’ll say again, Dean and Cas are canonically central to each other’s CORE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT and their endgames are INTERLINKED.

Originally posted by sooper-dee-dooper-natural

I mean, if this was a guy and a girl and it was a movie, so all the story was shown in 1h30 minutes and at the end they were like oh, no, but you see, they’re just FRIENDS. Literally everyone would just be like WHAT?!

The fact that Disney movies and romcoms are so highly parallel-able with Destiel, because it fits that literary box - as a romance, not a buddy story or a drama or even a familial story, it does up to a point, but it definitely transcends this and moves into romance realms pretty early on, like, season 5 FFS.

It’s not our fault, the show made us do it.

If fandom wank is a problem for you, well, I don’t like it either, I guess no one does apart from the ones instigating it who seem to get a high off it, I just blacklist on tumblr and I don’t attend cons, so… meh, I have this gorgeous little space where we all know and all discuss what is happening and it is lovely, feel free to join us :)

Fell For You-Jack Avery (Part 2)

Author’s Note: This is the highly requested part two to my Jack imagine titled Fell For You. If you haven’t yet read the first part, here it is!!! Enjoy, hope I didn’t disappoint!!! :-)

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“Are you ready to order yet?” your waitress asks as you finish your third lemonade. “Still waiting on someone.” you say as you fiddle with your straw out of embarrassment. 

She gives you a look and you sigh before checking the time again. Your best friend Jack was supposed to meet you at your favorite diner an hour ago and here you were, waiting like a lost puppy for him to show.

Your waitress stops by the table again but before she can speak you save her the trouble of breaking your heart with her questions. “I’m leaving. Sorry to waste your time.” you mumble as you grab your belongings and head for the door. 

When you reach your car you dial Jack’s number and when you get no response, you decide to drive over to his place, humming along with the radio until you reached your destination.

All week Jack had been acting weird and it was finally time for you to figure out what was going on with him. He had never been the best at feelings–he saw them as weaknesses–but you had always been the one that he told his secrets to. 

It took some coaxing and hard work on your part, you had to approach him at the right time, in the right place, with the right attitude. It was hard, but you knew what and when to do…And you decided it was time.

When you finally pull up in the driveway you frown as you notice there are no cars in front of Jack’s house. Pausing for a moment, you decide that maybe you should just head home; until you see Jack’s room light flickering through the window. 

Your eyes dart up to his window and even though you can’t see anything, a sick feeling flows through you. Putting the car in park, you hop out and walk slowly to the front door, loud muffled music filling your ears. 

Knocking loudly, you wait for a few moments before Jack swings the door open with a big smile. “Hellooooo (Y/N)!” he yells and you push him inside softly, shushing him as loudly as possible. 

“Jack shut up! Have you been drinking?” you gape and he just grins goofily. You didn’t even have to ask, really, the smell of his breath made it evident. “Nooo.” he says with a giggle and your amusement quickly turns to anger. 

“Is this where you’ve been?” you ask agrily, looking into his eyes in the hopes of finding a piece of Sober Jack to have a real conversation with. “Why do you care?” he asks in a mocking tone, taking another swig of whatever he’d been drinking in your absence. 

“I care because you were supposed to meet me at the diner.” you say and it seems to jog his memory a little because his face changes. “I’m sorry (Y/N)…” he says, and for a moment he seems like he’s winding down for the night; until he speaks again. 

“Buuuut since you’re here, you can join us!” he excalims and you look around the room to see who else could possibly be here with Jack. “Us?” you question when you don’t see anyone. 

“Yes, us!” he says, motioning to the various bottles of alcohol strung across the living room. “We’ve got Kinky and Karkov and UV. I know how fond you are of UV.” he slurs as he reads the labels on the bottles, stumbling through the room just to get to each one of them. 

“Jack you need to settle down.” you say, making your way to the kitchen and turning down the music. “Settle down? For what?” he asks and from your spot in the kitchen you can see him unscrewing the cap of another bottle of liquor. 

“No, no, no.” you mumble as you make your way over to him and pry it from his hands. “Jack why are you drinking? And where are your parents?” you ask, sitting down on the couch and clearing a few beer cans for him to join you. 

His face falls and you sigh as you realize you might have just hit a nerve. “Please just talk to me.” you try again and this time he joins you. “My parents are getting a divorce.” he says softly. 

His words hit you hard and before you can even process them he speaks again. “I never thought this would happen.” he mumbles just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Jack I’m so sorry. Where are they now?” you ask quietly, and you’re glad he’s finally starting to chill out. “They’re out. They wanted us all to go on some stupid family dinner so they could tell Isla the news.” he spits, sitting back on the couch. 

“Jesus Jack that’s terrible.” you say sympathetically. “And you wanna know the worst part?” he asks and you hesitate before telling him to go on. “They told me first. They said I would be the one to understand.” he says, his voice breaking before he could finish his sentence. 

Suddenly everything began to make sense: the way Jack was acting lately, his crazy mood swings, him blowing you off. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask him sincerely and he chuckles before answering. 

“Why would I? Your life is perfect (Y/N), you just wouldn’t understand.” Jack scoffs and for some reason this angers you. “Okay my parents aren’t divorced but so what? I would still be here for you.” you say, getting closer to him on the couch as you explain yourself. 

“Why?” he asks and it completely throws you off. “I mean everyone leaves. Why do you stay?” Jack persists. “I just, I don’t know I’ve never thought about it before. We’ve been friends since birth Avery.” you laugh and he joins you before looking around for another drink. 

“Jack just stop okay?” you half ask, half demand and he frowns at you before standing up to continue his search. “Jack I’m serious. I’m here now, you don’t need to do this.” you say, following closely behind him. 

“You’re not my mom.” he snaps and you can’t tell if he’s joking. “What?” you ask, confusion plain on your face. You didn’t want to fight with Jack but he was making it impossible not to. 

“You’re my friend. Not my mom and certainly not my girlfriend!” he yells as he turns to face you and for some reason, this comment stings. “So now me helping you has to be about us being more than friends?” you ask and at this point you’re even angrier than before. 

“Whatever I think you should leave.” he scoffs, pointing to the door. “No Jack I wanna be here for you, I lo-” you start but Jack continues before you can tell him how you really feel. 

“Just go okay! I don’t need your pity and I don’t need you up my ass. You think you’re so perfect? Well guess what, screw you! I don’t need you in my life!” he yells and his words pierce your heart like knives but instead of trying again, you stoop down to his level. 

“You know what?! I hate you Jack Avery! I hate you!” you say but the tears make it hard for you to yell at him without breaking. You don’t take another look at him, you just run to your car and drive home, the tears stinging your eyes making it hard to find your way home but you don’t care about that. You don’t care about anything…

Not Jack, not his parents and certainly not the trouble he’ll be in when he gets caught…At least you tell yourself that you don’t care. After a few months, though, your thoughts become true.

Jack’s P.O.V.

(Y/N)’s face distorts into a frown at Jack’s words and her teeth bring in her bottom lip as she looks deeper into his eyes. “I don’t believe you.” she says and it’s impossible for Jack to even begin to know what she’s thinking. 

He began to think back to when they were younger…What did (Y/N) do when she thought someone was lying? He studied her face for a moment before offering his reply. 

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” “Well you have before.” she says softly, and even though Jack could no longer read her, he could tell she was about to cry. “Yes but I-” he starts but (Y/N) interrupts, her sorrow turning to anger. 

“Just stop Jack. I’ll tutor you but you don’t have to lie to me.” she spits and he doesn’t say anything to defend himself. What else can he say? 

How do you tell someone that you’ve missed them for years? That you’ve watched them every single day, just dying to know how they’re doing but too afraid to ask. 

“You won’t regret this.” he says, getting up quickly and making his way to his car as (Y/N) sends him off with a small wave. Taking one final look at her, Jack started the car and headed for home, completely unaware that (Y/N) stayed out on the deck to watch him drive away.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

“Okay so,” Jack says as he sits down the foot of your bed, making himself comfortable as he pulls out his science book from his backpack. You’d been tutoring him for a couple weeks now and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you loved the time you’d spent with him and you often found yourself looking forward to your little study sessions. 

The first few days weren’t easy… All you did was snap at him and even though he endured it without saying anything, a part of you felt bad and you eventually lightened up, making it easier for the both of you. What you weren’t prepared for, however, was to fall in love with him all over again; this time even quicker than the last. 

“The greater the concentration of OH- ions the stronger the base?” he asks and you nod in amazement. “Yes Jack! I feel like you’re finally getting it!” you exclaim from the chair you were currently sitting in. 

“Thank God because my midterm Chemistry test is tomorrow.” he groans, leaning back on the bed a bit and propping himself up on his elbow. He was still facing you but every once in a while you got the chance to steal a glance or two at the boy as he read the text book. 

You liked seeing Jack like this-in “study mode”-with his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed from what you didn’t know was nervousness due to you watching him. “But that stuff is easy. This is the part I don’t get.” he says, sitting up a bit to point at a particular spot in the book. 

“Here, throw me the book.” you suggest and he almost does. “Why don’t you just come over here?” he says and your heart races at the thought of being that close to him in general, let alone in your bed. 

Swallowing hard, you make your way over to him and sit down next to where Jack was laying. “Okay which part?” you ask, blinking a bit to focus your attention back to the task at hand. 

“The whole scale thing. How am I supposed to remember if a solution is an acid or a base by number?” he asks and you think of a way to explain something that freshman you could easily grasp. 

“Well the scale is zero to fourteen, but seven is the neutral area,” you start and he nods as he watches you closely. “So anything with a pH greater than seven is a base and anything with a pH lower than seven is an acid.” you explain and he jots down some notes before turning to you again. 

“Okay, okay. I need to come up with a way to remember that.” he mumbles to himself, raking a hand through his hair. “Well its not that hard. Just think of it this way,” you say, holding out your arms to resemble a horizontal line. 

“Zero is here,” you make a motion with your left hand. “And fourteen is here.” you say, wiggling your right hand. “Okay,” Jack says, holding out his arms to copy you. 

“A, and B.” you say as you motion your left arm and your right. “So anything A is on the left and anything B is on the right. Acid and base!” he exclaims, laughing as he mimics your gestures. 

“Yes! Good!” you say happily, your hands moving to your mouth to stop your laughter. “Thanks (Y/N). That makes sense actually.” he says as he begins to put his notes away for the night. 

“Yeah absolutely.” you reply, biting your lip as you watch him again. “No really. Thanks for everything.” he says as he turns to face you. “The second chance, the tutoring, all of it." 

"Yeah. It hasn’t been too bad.” you joke as you stand to walk him out. “Not bad at all.” your subconscious adds and you smile to yourself as you make your way to the door with Jack right behind you. 

“See you tomorrow.” Jack says before heading outside. “See you tomorrow.” you repeat as you watch him drive away, and you wonder how you ever made it without this boy.


“(Y/N)?!” your mom calls from the downstairs and you quickly stuff your books into your backpack before heading down to see what she needs. “Yes mom?” you call as you enter the kitchen, only to giggle at the sight in front of you. 

“Oh my gosh!” you exclaim, bending over with laughter as your mom locks eyes with you, her entire front side covered in what was left of her smoothie. “Its not funny.” she squints and you stifle another laugh before speaking again. 

“Sorry. What do you need?” you ask, trying your best not to burst into another fit of giggles. “A towel would be nice.” she replies sassily and you hurry to grab her one, giving it to her quickly upon your return. 

“What happened?” you ask and she cleans the remainder of the mess as she tells you about her mess of a morning. “Well first I couldn’t find anything to wear except all this ugly white top!” she complains, gesturing to her shirt which after this morning, would definitely not be white anymore. 

“And then I forgot to put the lid on the blender when I made my smoothie!” she continues as you grab an apple from the counter top and throw it in your bag. “Jeez mom. Sorry about your shirt.” you offer but she just waves you off. 

“Problem solved I guess! But I can’t give you a ride today, obviously.” she states and you laugh. “That’s okay, I’m getting a ride from a friend anyway.” you reassure her and she grins widely. 

“Is this friend a boy? By the name Jack Avery?” she asks and your cheeks begin to heat up. “Be quiet! Its not like that. We’re hardly even friends.” you defend, but she isn’t buying it. 

“I saw the smile on your face after he left last night.” she says and your jaw drops. “You were spying on me?! Oh my gosh mom!” you exclaim and she throws her hands in the air. 

“Its my motherly duty! It is also my motherly duty to inform you that there better not be anything other than tutoring going on upstairs!” she half jokes and you practically choke. “Mom, gross! Stop!” you yell but it only makes things worse. 

“Come on. We’ve had the talk!” she says with a raise of her eyebrows and you’re lucky that you hear the beep of Jack’s car horn before you have the time to respond. 

“Gotta go!” you hurry to the door, the smile on your face growing as you see Jack in your driveway. “Hey!” he yells from the driver’s seat as you make your way over to his car.

“Hey yourself.” you say as you buckle up and throw your backpack in the back. “How was your morning?” Jack asks and you blush as you think about the last ten minutes you spent with your mom. “Don’t ask.”

“You do know that saying that only makes me want to know more right?” he asks and you think for a moment, silence taking over the car as you debate whether or not to tell him about your conversation with your mom. 

“My mom…” you trail off and Jack picks it back up. “Your mom?” he asks and you turn to look out the window. “My mom thinks we’re…together.” you say and it just now hits you that in a way you and Jack had become something along the line of more than friends in the time you’d spent together. 

“Okay. Why didn’t you wanna tell me that?” he asks as he breaks his concentration from the road to look at you. “I don’t know, it’s awkward. And far from the truth.” you admit. 

Jack’s face falls and you’re met with his familiar hurt expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” “It’s okay.” he cuts you off and you mentally scold yourself for being so mean, even if it was unintentional. 

“Anyway,” you think of ways to change the subject as Jack hums along with the radio. “Your test is today. How do you feel about it?” you ask. “Well the test is only over acids and bases and with the scale thing that you taught me, I’m pretty confident about those.” he says and you smile at the fact that your tutoring is actually working. 

When Jack first proposed the idea of course you didn’t want to tutor him for obvious reasons but what you were most afraid of was that you wouldn’t even be good at it seeing as you had no prior tutoring experience. 

“I’m such a good teacher.” you jokingly boast and Jack chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Quiz me!” he suggests and for the rest of the drive you shout out random numbers, laughing to yourself as Jack as taps his thumbs on either side of the steering wheel to represent the number line as he thinks of his answers.


“Not gonna lie I’m so nervous right now.” Jack admits as you walk with him to his first class of the day: Chemistry. “It’s okay to be nervous, Jack. Just don’t let it get the best of you.”

“Use it as motivation instead.” you smile at him and he nods confidently. “You’re right. Nerves are good sometimes.” he mumbles as you get closer and closer to the door. 

“Ten more minutes until the bell. If you want I can stay with you and talk for a bit.” you suggest but he declines your offer. “Nah I should actually go in and use this time to study.” he says and you nod in agreement before he turns away from you. 

“Hey Avery.” you call and he turns around once more. “You got this!” you say and he mouths a thank you before you both go your separate ways. As you make your way to AP English you think about Jack. 

Would it really be that weird to date him? After all, most people did think you were a thing already…You brush the feelings aside and when you reach your classroom, you take your usual spot by the window. 

“Alright everyone take out your copies of The Great Gatsby. Today we’re going to be discussing the relationship between Daisy and Gatsby.” your teacher says and you roll eyes before reaching for your book. You definitely didn’t want to talk about relationships right now. 

“So, raise your hand if you think they are as you guys would say ‘goals’.” Mr. Robinson says in a monotone voice and you look around the room to see ninety percent of the class has their hands up. 

“Interesting.” he mumbles, making a mental tally of the hands and writing it on the board. “Now, raise your hand if you think the relationship was complete garbage.” he says and your hand is the first to shoot up. 

“Ah, Miss (Y/N). Would you like to share your thoughts with the class?” Mr. Robinson asks and you sigh because you know that even if you say no, you’ll be forced to share anyway. 

“Sure. The relationship is lacking and almost completely one sided.” you say plainly, earning a few glares and a few nods. “What do you mean by that?” he presses and you fiddle with your pencil as you go on. 

“Well its obvious that Gatsby, even though he is technically a homewrecker, has pure intentions when it comes to Daisy. I just don’t think those intentions are returned.” you say and a girl named Courtney scoffs before turning around in her desk to face you. 

“Whatever! Daisy is just as much in love with Gatsby as he is for her.” she argues. “Yeah okay sure.” you say with wide eyes and she rolls her eyes before turning to face the front again. 

“Please elaborate a bit more.” Mr. Robinson says and the pressure of the eyes of the class is now completely on you, everyone interested in what you have to say. 

“Gatsby has everything but the one thing he wants is Daisy. Daisy has everything but she wants more and more. Gatsby loves Daisy always, and he would do anything for her if she asked.” you start and everyone seems to be surprised by your response.

“Daisy isn’t in love with him, she’s in love with the idea of him. Its completely obvious since she only comes around when she needs something.” you huff and the teacher just smiles at your response. 

“Courtney, anything you’d like to add?” he asks and this time Courtney stands before sharing her opinion. “Okay so maybe Daisy is a little unclear with her feelings and maybe she is indecisive but that doesn’t make her love any less real.” she says and you begin to apply it to a real life situation. 

Not just any real life situation, but your real life situation. “If Daisy really loved Gatsby, she would have told him. She wouldn’t have pushed him away when she didn’t want to deal with him!” you say and you realize now that you’re raising your voice. 

“Daisy made a mistake. Everyone deserves a second chance.” Courtney says, her stance not wavering. “Well its not like if given the chance, they could go back to how things were! You can’t undo the past.” you continue and Courtney just sighs. 

“You can if the person is worth it.” she says and it suddenly hits you that you’re taking this all way too personally. “Can I go to the bathroom?” you blurt out, earning an echo of laughter from the class as he nods in confusion. 

Once you reach the hallway you sigh heavily before heading to the bathroom as slowly as possible. “Maybe I’m being too hard on Jack.” you think to yourself as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Even if he did hurt you in the past, that’s what it was now, the past. 

How long were you going to go before you quit fighting your feelings for him? How long could you go? A splash of cold water to the face saves you from your thoughts and you wash your hands before returning just in time for the bell.

As you zip up your backpack and head for the door Mr. Robinson stops you. “You made some valid points in the discussion today. Great job (Y/N), you really surprised me with your thoughts.” he says and you smile softly. 

“Yeah. Courtney was right about one thing though.” you say and on your way out the door you answer the question going through his mind. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” And with that, you make your way to the Chemistry room.


A moment or two passes until you spot Jack’s curls in the crowd of students in the hallway and you rush over to him. You didn’t know exactly what you would say but you knew that you had to act fast. 

“Jack!” you call after him and he smiles before meeting you halfway. “Hey.” he says quietly as he leans against the wall. “So how did it go?” you ask and he shrugs before reaching into his backpack and fishing out his test. 

“You tell me!” he exclaims and hands you a paper with an A- written in the upper hand corner. “A minus! Oh my God Jack, way to go!” you yell happily and before you know it you’re wrapped up in a bear hug, his arms tangled up around your shoulders and yours secured around his waist. 

Everything happened so fast and for a second it was pure bliss. Jack quickly pulls away from you, a string of apologies and curse words leaving his lips as he turned to walk away. 

“Wait.” you say softly and he looks you in the eyes again. “I’m sorry (Y/N) I just got excited. I didn’t mean to-” Before he can finish his apology, your lips are on his. 

After the initial shock wears off, he deepens the kiss and you don’t part until the ring of the school bell brings you both back to reality. “I thought you said-” “Screw what I said.” you say before leaning in to kiss him once more.

  • Molly: I can't believe she's engaged. *Molly glances sorrowfully down at the body lying across her autopsy table*
  • Sherlock: I think we can both assume that statement is now false.
  • Molly: *shoots Sherlock daggers* You know that's not what I meant.
  • Sherlock: You are referring to her agreeing to marry a man she just met a month ago?
  • Molly: *nods*
  • Sherlock: I can fully understand her decision.
  • Molly: You can?
  • Sherlock: Yes. It hardly varies from the rest of the population's illogical choices. I just fail to see how it all works.
  • Molly: What, love?
  • Sherlock: No. Not love. God no. The jump from 'Hello human I am attracted to you' to 'I want to spend the rest of my days in close proximity to you till I die'
  • Molly: *stares off into space at his words*
  • Sherlock: Molly!
  • Molly: Yes. Sorry, what?
  • Sherlock: You have dated many perfectly normal and inadequate men. How does the process work?
  • Molly: *blushing* It varies from couple to couple, Sherlock. I can't sum up all of the world's relationships in one sitting.
  • Sherlock: Not the whole world then. Just western society. *grins*
  • Molly: *groans* Every relationship works differently. It's a case by case situation.
  • Sherlock: Awh. I see. *leaves for thirty minutes before meeting Molly in the lab* How do we work?
  • Molly: *Is startled by his presence* God Sherlock, you can't just lurk in the shadows.
  • Sherlock: You didn't answer my question. How do we work?
  • Molly: *laughs* quite dysfunctional really.
  • Sherlock: *Huffs* not in that sense, Molly. I am alluding to our previous conversation.
  • Molly: *high pitched* Oh.
  • Sherlock: So?
  • Molly: We're not a couple Sherlock.
  • Sherlock: *rolls eyes* I am aware.
  • Molly: But we were talking about people's relationship progression from first meeting to marriage. Not really applicable here.
  • Sherlock: I'd disagree. We met, what? Six years ago.
  • Molly: And I met Lestrade shortly before that. Your question is not applicable.
  • Sherlock: It is... *stops fidgeting and starts over* Deductions Molly?
  • Molly: *confused* Of who? There is no one here but bacterial culture plates.
  • Sherlock: Me.
  • Molly: You want me to make deductions about you.
  • Sherlock: Yes.
  • Molly: Okay... You left the hospital during my autopsy because your scarf is tighter around your neck than before. If you simply went upstairs you wouldn't of messed with it, but if you went outside you would have had to position it beneath your coat.
  • Sherlock: Go on...
  • Molly: Uh. You are frustrated or nervous. I think. You keep running your left hand through your hair and your right hasn't left your pants pockets since I came in.
  • Sherlock: And why is that?
  • Molly: You are playing with the lint as a nervous habit?
  • Sherlock: *shakes head* Look closer.
  • Molly: *uncomfortable from staring near his crotch* So it's more than just lint. A phone maybe.
  • Sherlock: *retrieves the item from his pocket*
  • Molly: Or... A pager. I don't know, Sherlock. What are you getting at?
  • Sherlock: This may seem really late compared to the murder victim upstairs, but everyone is different, right?
  • Molly: Yes...
  • Sherlock: Then here *hands Molly a small black box*
  • Molly: *darts her head around to see if she is the target of a heartless joke*
  • Sherlock: Will you please take it? Please.
  • Molly: Sorry. Sorry. I just.
  • Sherlock: *opens it while the box sits in the palm of her hand*
  • Molly: Sherlock! *takes the ring out and marvels at it*
  • Sherlock: That is a yes then? You can't just keep it without all that it entails. I am pretty sure that's how this thing works. *looks up thinking*
  • Molly: *trying not to cry* Yeah. Yes. This is a yes.
  • Sherlock: Splendid. *turns to leave* I'll see you after you get off work at Baker Street then?
  • Molly: Sure. What for?
  • Sherlock: We have a lot of catching up do *winks*
Sgt. Frog Abridged Starter Sentences {Seasons 1 & 2}
  • "I'm the house inspector. Good house."
  • "Nothing like doing nothin', eatin' fruit and rifling through your friend's emails!"
  • "I'M GAY. THE END."
  • "Oh my dear ___, you have UN-gayed my heart!"
  • "I'm so serious... even the jokes I tell are serious!"
  • *sigh* "This job's too easy. I'm gonna start sucking."
  • "It's... GIRL-A-LICIOUS!"
  • "Use the shields to get shot!"
  • "I caught the vaginas."
  • "What's lookin', good cookin'--Oh my fuck."
  • "Well, one outta two-hundred ain't bad."
  • "With a name like ___, could you blame me?"
  • "Are you kidding? We've been fucking behind your backs for MONTHS."
  • "And now ___'s gonna wait in the dungeon so we can try out my new position: The Hamburger Helper~."
  • "You've just gone and FUCKED the beehive!"
  • "No ___, you don't understand! I'm straight for you!"
  • "I dunno how to tell you this... but you have EVERYTHING..."
  • "God Broccoli. What? It's a good vegetable."
  • "___, get up. You're making gravity sad."
  • "I'm ordering lotion online~."
  • "Hi I'm ___, my hobbies include cartwheeling, sewing and riding my bike into a tree. Laaaaaadies~?"
  • "Guess what ___!? I no longer believe in God!"
  • "Alright, you wanna fuck some shit up? I'm a PRO at fucking it up!"
  • "One wrong move and I'll press the button to do the bad stuff. AND OOOOOOOH, YOU'RE GONNA FEEL MAD!"
  • "I just realized... my boy/girlfriend is a doll. My life is the worst."
  • "Kiss me 'till I'm drunk!"
  • "I bet I can tell what you ate this morning... muffins~!"
  • "You fell, and I caught you. Like tears on a hobo!"
  • "___? You're fucking dumb."
  • "I'm gonna have to make the hardest decision a mother/father can make. And I don't mean marrying a man/woman who sells toilets out of a hot air balloon."
  • "Would you like a cup of tea? I can brew it with my bare hands."
  • "Care for a slice of cake? I can bake a cake just by looking at it."
  • "I SHOT a guy!"
  • "You may be fat, but you're Puh-hat(Phat) where I come from."
  • "I see you've been making friends both beautiful and... slightly obtuse?"
  • "Warm-hearted bastard..."
  • "I'm his second cousin's third uncle twice removed with a lemon twist--I'm his FATHER, you little wiener."
  • "You guys goin' to IHOP? Yeah, I'm goin' to IHOP."
  • "Volcanoes erupt once every year... just like having sex with me, except less people die."
  • "Gravity can go fuck itself."
  • "By the way... do you guys know about our strict new security measures? Anyone caught invisible IS shot on sight."
  • "That can't be! My interior decorating is impeccable, I MUST be gay!"
  • "Do you feel welcome? 'Cuz I don't."
  • "Hey, ___. This is my friend ___. Do not talk to him/her, he/she is penis."
  • "Time to get back to doing what I do best... NOOOOOTHIIIING. And sex."
  • "Guess I really am a princess. I don't feel any prettier though."
  • "A team of sweaty guys? I LIVE with a team of sweaty guys! One of them's sweatier than the others~."
  • "Live your life like a sea urchin. Fuckin' ridiculous."
2015 in a nutshell
  • If you’re reading this it’s too late. It was a long tiiime ago in a galaxy far, far away, and these are their stories.
  • Me: hello... it's me. i'm auditioning for the role of right shark and i'll be singing hotline bling. you’ve heard of rickrolls, now get ready for george glass… with a gun. Young man, I know he ate a cheese / I said, young man, Dan Nicky your JOHN CENA
  • Rihanna: *winks*
  • Glunkus: 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
  • Steve Harvey: you’re too hot, hot damn (Taylor Swift™ No copyright infringement intended. Property of TAS LLC management 2012©). you know who else is beautiful? zoobe.
  • Coppy: we are Straight Outta boc (bread of color) so have a sinnamon snoll (snail roll)!
  • Poot: I’m the untoasted bread discourse and i still get sausage
  • Psychic: *reading Putin's mind* wake up chad. listen. those feudal handmaidens are lesbians *closes buzzfeed* #thisgeneration
  • Iggy: *freestyles spongebob gothic*
  • Me: Charlie, Charlie, are you there? [uses hands as microphone] My interests are very singular. *takes a deep breath* I lo-
  • You: yes, you love the signs as concepts, we know, you love them so much, especially *takes a closer look at smudged writing on snout* pal gals, psychic ford rail jaundice, and nyan generous evaluation, the first meme of 2015, they’re the light of your life, we KNOW you’re a kid you’re a squid and Dick Cheney can't melt steel beams. WE GET IT
  • Me: There you are. (raising voice slightly to be heard) oi mate u fancy a cheeky Nando’s?
  • *20 minutes into stealing human bones and chill*
  • Me: What are thoooose?
  • You: white and gold minion shoes *trips* *thousands of photos of Tubbs in a Down with Cis shirt eating coleslaw spill out of your pockets* what haha these aren’t- *desperately trying to gather them as more fall out* I’m holding these for someone else I swear!
  • Me: *shoving breadsticks into purse* I gotta go
  • You: okay… that sounds fake but okay
  • Shakira’s hips: As a lesbian… supporter who respects creative integrity and intellectual property, I am disgusted.
  • Me: Son of a
  • You: You are mean to me you insult me and you dont appreciate anything that i
  • Me: i’m a jaded teenage girl. i’ve been through shit that you wouldn’t even dream of.
  • You: Why you always lyin mmmmmm
  • Me: You said you found a wallet on the ground with like $1,000 dollars in it. I said bitch where? You said under all those rare Pepes. I said bitch where?
  • You: I McFreakin’ lost it!
  • Me: And quit telling everyone I’m dead!
  • You: Buy my silence. Permanently. For $8,000 a month, I will stop.
  • Me: why?
  • You: you gotta. JUST DO IT
  • You: I didn’t get no sleep ‘cause of y’all
  • Me: how many times must you kink shame me under my own roof? hoe don't do it
  • Me: oh my god. “not all men” you're right. Paul Blart: Mall Cop would never do this.
  • You: Tony, what’s good?
  • Me: *spits at you* effective.
  • Power
  • لُلُصّبُلُلصّبُررً ॣ ॣh ॣ ॣ
  • *title card* Captain America: Civil War
Quick Fic Supercat
  • Cat: That was my best pan.
  • Kara: I'm so sorry! You startled me.
  • Cat: You have super hearing.
  • Kara: I do, but I also have super focus, and I was super focused on putting the dishes up, so... I didn't hear you come in?
  • Cat: Not buying it.
  • Kara: No? Okay, how about you're just really quiet today?
  • Cat: I'm wearing four inch heels, and our floors are hardwood.
  • Kara: So that's a no, too, huh?
  • Cat: That's a no. Kara, you've been jumpy for days. Are you going to tell me what's going on any time soon, or do I have to suffer through replacing half of our house before you come clean with whatever it is?
  • Kara: I really am sorry about the shower. I liked that fixture set.
  • Cat: I had planned to redo that shower next year, but, still, it'd have been nice to wait until then instead of speeding up our renovations, but don't change the subject. Come on, out with it.
  • Kara: Cat...
  • Cat: Chop! Chop!
  • Kara: Okay! Alright, I just... I'm not sure how to tell you this, and it's a little weird.
  • Cat: Weirder than being in a long-term relationship with an alien who, although technically older than me, is actually a Millennial who is quite a bit younger than me?
  • Kara: Well... yes? Actually, it has to do with the fact that I'm, you know, not human.
  • Cat: Have you discovered some kind of new super power, and I need to invest in more Supergirl protection insurance for the house?
  • Kara: No, not exactly. This has more to do with the fact that I'm not human and less with the fact that the sun supercharges me. Okay... just... Cat, you know that, in a lot of ways, I'm like you humans. I mean, I pretty much look the same, and, with just a few really small differences, my anatomy is pretty much the same, but... but... how Kryptonians *mate* is very different.
  • Cat: You told me that you didn't choose your mates.
  • Kara: That's true, but I also said that it was never an issue because couples always had children regardless, unless there was a biological reason why they couldn't have children.
  • Cat: Yes, I remember you telling me that.
  • Kara: What I didn't tell you was *why* children always happened. You see, when my species hits a certain age, we... well... the woman. The *women* go through... ummm... okay, so, I'm getting close to the age that Kryptonian women...
  • Cat: Oh, for God's sake, Kara, just spit it out.
  • Kara: We go through heat, okay? Kryptonian women go through the equivalent of what humans might consider "going through heat," and it's not something I can control. It starts happening between 28 and 30 years of age, and the cycle is about once every three human months.
  • Cat: You... go... through... heat? Kara, are you saying you're going to have a biological impulse to mate with a man? Why didn't you tell me about this before now?
  • Kara: No! No... I... I thought it might not happen here. So much is different here because of, well, everything, and I just wasn't sure, and then I sort of forgot about it, but then I had that thing with Mon-El, and I kind of thought about it, but then that all went way south, and then I sort of pushed it out of my mind because I was having..
  • Cat: Please stop rambling.
  • Kara: Sorry.
  • Cat: So, if you're not saying that you need a man, then what are you saying?
  • Kara: I can feel it starting to kick in. I wasn't positive what it was, but I had Alyx run some tests, and, yeah.
  • Cat: I bet that was uncomfortable for both of you.
  • Kara: You really have no idea.
  • Cat: So what do we do now?
  • Kara: Start booking a week's vacation someplace where screaming at the top of my lungs won't arouse suspicion?
  • Cat: I presume that means I can fulfill your needs with a little help from a toy or two?
  • Kara: Yeah. It's a connection thing, not a... not a sperm thing. God, everything about this is so embarrassing. Why can't I just be normal about *one* thing in my life?
  • Cat: But you are normal.
  • Kara: No, I'm not. No one else goes into heat.
  • Cat: No *human* does, but you just told me Kryptonian women do, which means you're perfectly normal. Kara, there's nothing wrong with you, and, believe me, I'm more than happy to do my duty as your mate and take care of you in your time of need. Honestly, how could that possibly be a burden?
  • Kara: Even if it happens during deadline time?
  • Cat: Even then. We'll make it work. You're one of *the* most important things in my life. You and Carter, you trump even CatCo. You know that.
  • Kara: Thank you...
  • Cat: Now, let's pull out our planners and see what we can get scheduled. How long do we have?
  • Kara: I can hold it off for about another week.
  • Cat: I wish you hadn't waited so long. I could've rented out Tom's island if I'd had two weeks' notice.
  • Kara: Well, we'll have plenty of opportunities.
  • Cat: True. Well, Fuji it is. You call the owners of that cabin I like, and I'll start making arrangements for CatCo, and, Kara, next time, just tell me.
  • Kara: Okay, I can do that.
Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
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  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
  • Main blog - @tcwes

baebot and me were throwing ideas around
‘I’m sorry I got really excited about that punch buggy I didn’t mean to hit you hard enough to bruise’ au

“I take singing in my car very seriously and I’m sorry to have distracted you at a four way stop serenading my rearview mirror. Please don’t sue me I have no insurance, we can just buff out that bumper au’

'I took to many self defence courses as a child and now my automatic response when someone grabs my arm is to throw them over my hip I’m so sorry. At least I took first aid too?’ Au

'You were staring at me all class and I’m pretty sure you didn’t take any notes want to borrow mine?’ Au

'You forgot your phone on the bus next to me and I texted your dad (he was in your recent contacts) to get it back to you. and for some reason he is now convinced we are living together? Apparently you left home and are lying where you are… Don’t worry I kept your secret. I don’t know how, but hey I’m actually looking for a roommate so hey au’

'You’re a colossal douche bag to everyone at school but I’ve seen you split your lunch with the small creatures around the school and you’re really nice to little kids and the elderly at your shitty part time job but it’s not like I’ve been watching you or anything I swear.’ au
‘Oh fuck shit! Your allergic to nuts?!?! I just wolfed down a whole bag in front of you. Please don’t die, I’ll drive you to the hospital. And pay your bills I don’t know but im at your service please don’t die shit’

'I wasn’t paying attention and almost walked in front of a train thanks for grabbing my sweater- wait aren’t you the guy/gal/etc who caught me when I fell off the ladder yesterday oh shit now I’m embarrassed I swear I’m not usually this much of a clutz’ au

’ I put posters around campus for an event but your the only one to show up so I guess we can split all this food?’
'Turns out we’re the into two in the school willing to admit we like xthing so that means we’re best friends now right?’ Au

’ I can’t believe you like that one lesser known thing too… But wait. No no no, you like that character? Hmm no I’m sorry we can’t be friends’ au
'I’m the most awkward person I know but you’re always around when I say something clever’ au

'You keep fucking talking during class- but your conversation is honestly more interesting than the lecture so eh’ au
'We keep ending up in the same classes and I swear it’s not on purpose. Wait what do you mean it might be?’ Au
’ I noticed you sketching during class and they are damn good wow.. Wait is that me???’ Au

'I’ve been following your blog since jr high but it still took me almost three months to figure out who you are and now I have to remind myself to use you’re actual name’ au

'This cat keeps visiting my house isn’t he cute? Oh wait this is your cat? 
It isn’t? Oh it’s their cat?! 
Damn, their cute. You agree? Hmm maybe we can negotiate a cat share.’ Au

'We’re in like three classes together and you suddenly stopped showing up for all of them are you okay? Yes I got your name from the prof and your cell number from the online site thing. What do you mean that’s creepy?’ Au

’ you look like you have an aesthetic blog. And what I mean is do you have an aesthetic blog? Because I want to follow it my god you are beautiful’ au

'We’re catching the same plane somewhere and it’s been delayed by like six hours want to get a hot drink with me?’ Au

’ we both have a crush on the cute barista. This is war. Orrr something more?’ Au

'Holy shit the person in this picture is beautiful. What do you mean that’s you?’ Au

’ ok so I just joined this class… I know! I know it’s three weeks to the final exam. Do you mind teaching me everything? I can pay!’

'My best friend hates you and i can’t figure out why. Care to explain?’ Au

'I’m on the bus. Your hair game is strong. Like too strong.. It’s stuck in my jacket zipper and my stop is coming up.’ Au

'I know we’ve been going to the same school for almost four years but I don’t actually remember ever seeing you before Au’

’ I’m single, pregnant, and grumpy. I’m sorry for ranting to you on the bus but you just seemed so sweet. And I’m really craving nibs and you have like an entire bag in your hand.’ Au

'We both reached for the same ridiculously rare book at the second hand shop at the same time but it’s mine and if you want it you’re going to have to move in with me’ au

anonymous asked:

I believe that Bellamy is in love with Clarke, (even Bob somewhat confirmed when he said that Bellamy's feelings for Clarke have been realized) and before 3A happened I would have said that Clarke was in love with Bellamy as well. But now, I'm not so sure... what do you think? I think she loves him, but isn't in love with him *yet.* I think she knows that her feelings for him are different than the feelings she has for her platonic (lol) friends whom she also loves.

OH MY GOD BELLAMY IS ABSOLUTELY TOTALLY NO DOUBTS IN MY MIND AT ALL IN LOVE WITH CLARKE. Honestly, he may as well have it tattooed across his forehead at this point.

As for Clarke, that’s The Question for team bellarke, isn’t it? I have heard so many convincing versions of Clarke’s feelings and where I tend to fall is that Clarke has Very Significant Feelings for Bellamy. I think that she’s known for a long time that he’s incredibly important to her but I tend to believe that she’s refusing to think about exactly how important he is to her and what exactly that means. She hasn’t really had an opportunity to and as we’ve seen, Clarke is a wee bit skittish when it comes to allowing herself to accept/admit her feelings especially when it comes to romance.

I wouldn’t be surprised if Clarke has been telling herself for awhile now that no of course she isn’t in love with Bellamy because that is a very high stakes sort of thing and he is way too important to risk so nope nuh uh not at all what do you mean I’m protesting too much? How dare you say such a thing. Shut up what do you know?

That said, I think 3x15 and “start with Bellamy Blake” was a Major Moment in Clarke’s head around her feelings for Bellamy (and credit to @storyskein for kickstarting and inspiring my thoughts on this timeline). You could see it all over her face, she was sucker punched by the idea that she was going to have to let Bellamy be tortured, probably to death, to protect the world and she was Emphatically Not Okay with that entire concept and totally at a loss about what to do with that. I am deeply curious to know how that would’ve played out while simultaneously incredibly grateful that we didn’t see it because boy howdy do I not want to watch Bellamy get tortured however it ended up being resolved (I genuinely do not have a clear idea of how I think that would’ve gone, I know how I hope it would’ve gone but I really don’t know). Everything with Clarke and Abby was already way too much and my heart may have actually given out.

That said, I don’t think she’s had a minute to really think about the implications of her big Bellamy shaped epiphany and because she’s Clarke she’s probably filed it under Things To Think About When The World Isn’t Ending. BUT. Let’s say the reactor thing is true. Let’s say they really do have six months. Let’s say Clarke is incredibly aware of the clock running out and the fact that she’s let the clock run out with her last two love interests and how horrible it was to wait until the end to admit her feelings and how much time she wasted. Let’s say now that she’s had that 3x15 epiphany suddenly she can’t quite ignore her feelings for Bellamy that have been steadily growing whether or not she’s aware of them. Let’s say those feelings keep poking at her like hey, hey Clarke, hey Clarke we should do something about this. Let’s say it becomes harder and harder for Clarke to ignore how not exactly platonic her ~platonic feelings are.

Basically, I think Clarke’s got all of the pieces and just needs to let herself put them together and if one of the themes of s3 was “Bellamy is in love with Clarke and knows it,” I’m SUPER EXCITED for the inevitable parallel season “Clarke is in love with Bellamy and can’t ignore it any longer.”

sometimes the stars decide

summary: “Alright. Friday night?”

She pump-fisted him, adding an exploding sound as their hands separated. “It’s a DD.”

He gaped at her. “Come again?”

“A Double Date.”

(or that time ruby and killian looked for dates for each other just like phoebe and joey do in f.r.i.e.n.d.s., and we all know how that turns out…)

notes: for my precious traveling baguette @emmaofmisthaven who’s celebrating her birthday :DDDD i’m sorry for it not being a) the lost boys related b) an ef au, but i’m sure you’ll somehow make me write those on another day, you adorable little shit <333 have the greatest day babe!

also on ao3

“I’m tired of dating,” Ruby stated as she slipped down the couch until she was resting with her back to it and stuffing her mouth with popcorn. Killian rolled his eyes.

“Then don’t.”

He heard her shuffle against the carpet. “No, I meant - I’m tired of dating awful people, you know?”

“Was your last date that horrible?”

“He wouldn’t stop staring at my boobs through dinner. I mean, a girl enjoys being appreciated but that was going too far even for my standards.”

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when you get catfished
  • Dude: ur so beautiful queen
  • Bae: aww sweet :)
  • Dude: i'm being serious, you're the greatest thing to every happen to me and i love you so much
  • Bae: haha same :)
  • Dude: you've changed my life for the better. you've made me the happiest man on earth. i want to live my life with you forever, queen
  • Bae: nice :)
  • Sister: *rudely bursts into room* Are you still talking with that catfish?
  • Dude: She's not a catfish!
  • Sister: Her facebook photo is a stock photo. It has a Getty Images watermark on it.
  • Dude: Has it ever occurred to you that perhaps she put the watermark on her own photo so nobody would steal it from her to catfish other people?
  • Sister: That's... just... what?
  • Dude: You're jealous because you don't have anyone who loves you like my bae does.
  • Sister: I'm not jealous of you. You're miserable. You don't have a job. Your room looks and smells like shit. You haven't been outside in like two months. Hate to break it to you little brother, but you're a fucking mess.
  • Dude: I may be a mess, but at least I'm not as horrible a sister as you are!
  • Sister: ...You're not my sister.
  • Dude: Good, I'm glad. *slams bedroom door shut*
  • Sister: *under her breath* He's so damn hopeless.
  • *sister's cellphone vibrates*
  • Bae: *via text* u should back off :)
  • Sister: Who is this and how did you get my number?
  • Bae: u shouldnt mess with things u dont understand im more powerful than u can ever comprehend :)
  • Sister: LOL? Excuse me? Are you trying to be threatening in a text message? You don't scare me, whoever you are. I've dealt with worse from stalkers.
  • Bae: im no stalker u bitch no one wants to stalk u because ur pussy is ugly and has gross meat flaps on it i am all encompassing and all powerful u r just a cockroach and u should stop obsessing over wat ur brother does becauses its kind of creepy and sad also i fucked ur boyfriend and ur dad both of whom complimented me on my pert genitalia :)
  • Sister: You're completely deranged.
  • Bae: deranged or not its true that i am an almighty being with worshipers across dimensions they love me because i represent the whole i am an amalgamation of all that is great and all that is awful and i am also them and i have great tits and a firm ass and over 1 million followers on insta who recognize me as the full cycle :)
  • Sister: Yup, completely deranged. BLOCKED. *heads back to her room, lies in her bed, and yawns* I can't believe my brother, honestly. Getting involved with a such a completely maniac. I hope he gets it through his head that he's being manipulated sooner or later. I actually feel bad for the pathetic guy.
  • Sister: *dozes off* My dream world is so comfortable. No brother. Not catfish. Just me and a realm of infinite possibilities.
  • Bae: actually im here :)
  • Sister: Fuck, why am I dreaming of you.
  • Bae: i told u im all encompassing im everything even your dreams im even u to some extent :)
  • Sister: Your weird god complex is boring.
  • Bae: tru tru im no god tho if i was a god id be spreading myself thin... u kno most people arent aware of me until someone else they kno meets me and then i become them and theyre all me and im all them :)
  • Sister: I have no clue what you're talking about.
  • Bae: hmmm i guess what im tryna say is that theres no getting rid of me now we should date :)
  • Sister: I don't want to date you.
  • Bae: lets be siblings im ur brother now :)
  • Sister: I don't want to be siblings with the person who just asked me out. That's weird.
  • Bae: okay then im u now :)
  • Sister: No, you're not!
  • Bae: too late :)))))
  • Sister: Nope!
  • Bae: no nopes matter ive already overtaken your entire social circle bye bitch :)
  • Sister: Overtaken my social circle?
  • Sister: What did she mean by that?
  • Sister: I feel so lonely now.
  • Sister: I really wish
  • Sister: I had some clue
  • Sister: Of what is happening
  • Sister: Because I feel so distant now
  • *for months and months it propagates itself as the sister until who the sister was no longer matters*
  • Dude: *texting his sister, teary eyed* you were right! im fucking miserable!
  • Sister: :?
  • Dude: my gf, she broke up with me she said things got weird and then her account just disappeared so i cant even talk to her anymore and i feel like garbage and i just want to die
  • Sister: sounds lame :/
  • Dude: i think you were right about everything you said about her all those months ago! i think she was just using me for something but i don't know what.
  • Sister: mmm :/
  • Dude: i don't know what to do anymore, you're all that i have left, but I can barely leave my room without feeling like an idiot.
  • Sister: sucks :/
  • Dude: do you think that maybe we can talk later about stuff idk i just need to speak to someone face to face and i cant face mom and dad they don't even care.
  • Sister: idk im busy u know work and school and stuff :/
  • Dude: oh okay, but like text me when you're free i'm sorry i've been so distant and like a complete dickhead all year.
  • Sister: no problem hope u feel better :/
  • *his sister's room had been unoccupied for all those months*
  • *she had been left in a world of dreams as her reality was now much like the faultless smile of a stock image model*
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  • Sam
  • "So how are you and your boyfriend, Sam?" my mom asked on the other line of the phone. I rolled my eyes and inter ally sighed. I didn't actually have a boyfriend. But my, god was my mother getting annoying asking me when I'd get a boyfriend and bring him over. So I lied and said I did have one. Didn't even give her a name or anything. And somehow, she, and everyone else believed me. And it's been going for about two and a half weeks now.
  • "We're fine, mom." I sighed into the phone. My mom clicked.
  • "You don't sound fine." She inferred. Act in love, Sam.
  • "We are, don't worry, I'm just really tired." I reassured. She stayed silent for a moment.
  • "Okay... How about you two come over for dinner on Friday?" She asked. That caught me off guard. I moved out of my parents house a few months ago, since I was 18 and had enough money saved up. So I lived in an apartment building across town.
  • "Uhhh..." I pulled my phone away from my face to check what day it was. Wednesday. I haven't seen my parents or my brother and sister in almost a month. I couldn't say no.
  • "... sure..." I replied dully. She giggled.
  • "Great! I can't wait to meet this guy. I'm sure you got your paws on one handsome devil! Come around six?" She finished. My mouth ran dry. What the fuck was I gonna do? I couldn't come up with a clever break-up story in three days. Maybe I should tell them he died in some ridiculous way. That'd be kind of funny. But not believable. I guess I just had to go with it. I sighed.
  • "Yeah, I guess." I huffed. My mom giggled.
  • "Yay! Okay, I love you, baby! I'll see you then." She concluded before hanging up. I ended the call and threw my phone on the couch. Fuuuuuuck.
  • I thought for a long while and what the hell I was gonna tell my parents. I did NOT wanna tell them the truth and have them nag, nag, nag me about it. But what could I do? I thought for a while more before it came to me. I could have someone pretend to be my boyfriend for the night. I thought about my options. Right away, Mike and Matt were off the table. They were in the middle of some ridiculous love triangle with Emily. Chris wasn't exactly an option either. He and Ashley had something. I don't know what it is, but it's something. And the way Chris takes things, he'd get the wrong idea. So that only left one other person.. Josh. It's not that I didn't like Josh, because I did, I was closer to him then anyone else. But the thought of asking him to pretend to be my boyfriend for a night was a little weird. But what else could I do. I sighed and pulled out my phone and texted Josh.
  • 'I'm coming over.' I texted.
  • 'Ummm?? Ok but no ones here'
  • 'That's fine. Hahahaha I need a favor.'
  • 'Oh god. Should I be scared?'
  • 'Uh, maybe?'
  • ' jesus Sam'
  • 'Be there in like ten minutes.'
  • 'You suck'
  • I laughed and closed my phone, not responding. I gathered my stuff and headed to Josh's house. This was gonna be an interesting conversation.
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  • I approached Josh's house and groaned. I was already regretting it. But it was too late now. This was a better idea then any of the others I came up with. I walked up to the door and knocked.
  • "Helloooo? Josh?" I yelled. Nothing. I turned the handle of the door out of curiosity and sure enough, it was open. I walked in slowly, closing the door behind me.
  • "Josh?" I called again. Still nothing. I walked into the living room and sat my bag down. I've done this before and usually Josh is just in the bathroom or getting out of the shower or something. I stood and waited. For a lot longer then I wanted to. I pulled out my phone text him. Suddenly, a pair of hands jabbed my sides and a yelled in my ear. I knew damn well who it was but I still screamed and dropped my phone. I whirled around and go figure, there was Josh, giggling like an idiot. I flushed. I didn't like when people grabbed my sides.
  • "Josh!" I growled, slapping his arm as he laughed at my minor shame.
  • "Hey, lame-o, what's up?" He chuckled. I rolled my eyes, remembering this awkward talk I was about to have. I sighed.
  • "Hey, is everything okay?" He asked, his smile slowly dying away.
  • "Uhhh, okay. So remember my parents?" I asked. He nodded.
  • "Remember that thing I told them? That was actually true a few weeks ago?" I continued. He raised an eyebrow.
  • "Yeeaaaahhh..? The one where you told them you have a boyfriend when you very well do not?" He said, a ghost of a smile on his face. I nodded.
  • "Yeah, well, they wanna meet said boyfriend on Friday at their house for dinner, and I can't get out of it." I went on. Josh simply blinked.
  • "And... I need someone to pretend to be my boyfriend for the night." I finished, smiling a little too innocently. Josh was unresponsive for a moment before he ultimately burst into laughter. I stared at him as he laughed.
  • "Okay, okay, lemme get that straight. You want me to be your boyfriend for the night?" He repeated. I looked at the floor. Hearing it out of someone else, it sounded ridiculous.
  • "Yeeees..." I groaned. I didn't look at him.
  • "Okay." He said casually. I snapped my head up.
  • "What?" I asked, kind of skeptical that he agreed to this. Let alone as casually as he did.
  • "I said okay. I'll pretend to be your boyfriend so you don't have to deal with the wrath of your parents." He said clearly. Thank. God. I huffed.
  • "Thank you!" I groaned.
  • "No problem, babe." Josh said, winking at me. I blushed.
  • "No! Don't call me that." I stammered. He noticed my demeanor and snickered.
  • "Sorry, dear." He smirked.
  • "Stoooop! I'm going home, Josh." I growled.
  • "Whatever you say, baby." He continued. It was really weird coming from him.
  • "Goodbye! Josh!" I screeched, walking out the door.
  • "I LOVE YOU, BABYYYY!" He yelled after me.
  • "Baaaaaaaaaah!" I yelled back as I walked out of his yard.
  • "I will see you Friday at 5!" I yelled as I walked away. This was gonna be a looooong Friday.
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  • Friday came a lot faster then I wanted it to and I dreaded it a lot. This was gonna be super weird. I mean, even if I was bringing my family an ACTUAL boyfriend, it would be weird. But it was going to be even weirder because I wasn't bringing them a boyfriend. I was bringing them a Josh. Good thing Josh has never met my parents before. A beep outside distracted me from my dreading. It was Josh. I took a deep breath and made my way out into the Fall outdoors. There was Josh outside my Apartment building in his stupid little car with a stupid little smile on his stupid little face. I wordlessly got into the passenger seat.
  • "Hey, you look nice." He complimented. I snorted. I really didn't. I'd usually dress a little better to go see my parents. But I didn't totally bum it. I could tell Josh had literally JUST got out of the shower because his hair was still a little wet and his entire car smelled like Axe.
  • "Are you seriously okay? I can pretend to be sick and you can tell your mom I have malaria." He suggested. I laughed, remembering that I actually considered telling my parents my boyfriend died.
  • "It's okay. I'm okay." I assured, nodding my head.
  • "Promise?" He asked, offering his pinky. I wrapped my pinky around his and squeezed.
  • "Promise." I repeated. He smiled.
  • "Okay." He said quietly before starting his car and setting off to my parents house.
  • "So, how should I act? What should I do?" He asked, sounding almost nervous. I raised an eyebrow. What did he have to be nervous about?
  • "Uhhh.. Just be you. We're gonna have to hold hands and whatnot but just be yourself." I shrugged. He nodded.
  • He opened his mouth to say something but closed it.
  • "What?" I asked. His face slowly got red and he shook his head.
  • "Nothing." He mumbled. I tilted my head. I've never see Josh like this. Josh was almost always goofy. Kind of cocky. Never did I ever see him nervous, this was kind of unlike him.
  • "What are you all nervous about?" I asked out of curiosity. He shook his head.
  • "I don't know...." he said, giving me a weird look. I dropped the subject as we pulled up in front of my parents house. I exhaled deeply.
  • Josh parked and looked at me.
  • "You ready?" He asked, his face suddenly eager. I rolled my eyes. Not really. But there was no turning back. I sighed and nodded my head.
  • "Yeah, let's go." I mumbled, getting out of the car. My stomach was in knots. I didn't really care if they didn't like him or not... Okay, I did, but that wasn't my main concern. My main concern was that now my parents will now forever think of Josh Washington as my boyfriend. And that was really weird to me. Josh waited for me and once I caught up to him he gave me one last look as to say "are you sure you're sure?" I nodded my head and walked up to the door, knocking gracefully.
  • "Don't be nervous." He whispered quickly, just before the door opened and my smiling mother appeared.
  • "Sammy-bear!" She squeaked before hugging me tightly.
  • "Hi, mom." I giggled. I was happy to see her after almost a month. I needed this. She eyed Josh for a moment.
  • "Is the boyfriend I've heard next to nothing about?" My mom asked. I was kind of flustered.
  • "Uh, yes! Mom, this is my b-boyfriend, Josh." I said with an awkward smile. It felt so weird to say. I looked at Josh and he seemed almost confused and a bit lost. I grabbed his hand and gave him a look. He looked surprised for a moment, before snapping back into it.
  • "Uh-um, yeah, hi, I'm Josh Washington. Nice to finally meet you." He greeted politely. I was surprised he was capable.
  • "Hello, Josh, nice to finally meet you, too." My mom said. This might not be too bad.
  • "Well, come on in!" My mom cheered, scurrying into two house. I looked at Josh. He looked back at me.
  • "You okay?" He asked. I nodded. He squeezed my hand a little tighter. I involuntarily smiled. What the hell is happening to me? I brushed it off and yanked Josh in the house. I followed my mom into the dining room.
  • "Hey, Sam's here with her boyfriend!" My mom announced to my father, brother, and sister at the table.
  • "How much did you pay him to show?" My brother asked, causing Josh to chuckle. I, took my hand from his and elbowed him in the ribs.
  • "Shut up, Evan." I growled.
  • "Relax," Josh whispered in my ear. I let out a breath and calmed down. It was awkward for a moment, Josh and I being the only ones standing.
  • "Well, don't to strangers, sit down, you two!" My dad said. I did as my dad said and dragged Josh to a chair next to me and we both sat down.
  • "Uh, Josh, this is my dad. My brother, Evan, and my sister, Brooke." I introduced.
  • "Hi." He said awkwardly. Everyone else kind of mumbled "hellos."
  • "Well, dinners almost done, so for now, we can just talk." My mom shrugged.
  • "Josh." My dad said. Josh tensed up next to me.
  • "Yes?"
  • "Do you wanna come and help me get drinks for everyone?" My dad asked. I instantly got nervous. He was about to have a talk with Josh. And with Josh's attitude it might not be too pleasant. And Josh knew it because his foot started tapping on the floor like crazy. I put my hand on his.
  • "U-um, yeah!" He stammered. My dad nodded and got up up, then walking into the kitchen. Josh got up and walked with him, but not before giving me a peck on my head, which made me blush hard. My mother grinned as he walked away, noticing my almost surprised expression.
  • "How long have you two been dating?" My sister asked. I blinked slowly.
  • "A little more then a month." I said, kind of out of it.
  • "He really likes you, huh? He does! I can tell by the ways he acts!" My sister inquired. That caught me a little off guard and I had to think. I wasn't too sure if Josh was a good actor or not, but tonight it seemed like it. But then again, he was so nervous before we got here... And he was obviously trying to make some sort of good impression on my mom and who knows what's he saying to my dad.
  • "Right?" My sister asked. I thought a little but slowly nodded.
  • "Yeah.. I guess he does." I mumbled. As if on cue, my dad and Josh came out of the kitchen. I was almost surprised when thy came out laughing and talking. Josh slid in the chair next to me and my dad sat down as well.
  • "Some drinks..." Evan muttered. My dad's expression turned a bit sour upon realizing he didn't even get drinks.
  • "Damn. I'll get 'em." He said plainly, going back into the kitchen. I leaned close to Josh.
  • "What'd you say to him?" I whispered for only him to hear, kind of puzzled by how my dad was totally and absolutely cool with it. Josh smiled.
  • "The truth." He whispered confidently. My eyes went wide.
  • "About the you and I situation?" I replied. He shook his head.
  • "Not exactly." He whispered. I gave him a puzzled look and he just smiled at the rest of the table. I raised an eyebrow, kind of afraid of what they talked about. I almost didn't wanna know.
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  • The night went okay, Josh and I did fake couple things like hold hands at the table and and hug a little longer then most would. Everyone got along. It wasn't that bad. And the night was almost over.
  • "How about me make toasts?" My dad suggested.
  • "With Pepsi?" I quirked, tilting my head. My mom shrugged.
  • "Why not?" My mom smiled. She stood.
  • "I'll go first... A toast to my lovely family! I wouldn't change a thing." She said before sitting down. I smiled. Evan stood.
  • "A toast to myself. Because I am a bad-ass motherfucker." He said. My mother gasped and I slapped my hand over my mouth. Josh, however, proceeded to laugh his ass off.
  • "Evan! Language!" My father hissed. Evan just smirked. I slapped Josh's arm as he laughed hysterically.
  • "Josh!" I growled, trying myself not to laugh. He tapped my arm.
  • "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm calm." He chuckled, clearing his throat. Emma stood.
  • "A toast to Sam! I'm glad you finally decided to come over." She grinned and sat back down.
  • "Thank you." I mouthed to her before standing up for my turn. I thought before I spoke.
  • "Ahh, a toast to all of you! Mom, dad, Emma, Evan, Josh. You're all so important to me, and I don't know what I'd to without you." I finished before sitting down. Josh didn't even look at me before he stood up. He took a deep breath before starting.
  • "Okay, um, a toast to... My girlfriend. My beautiful, amazing, best friend. Sam.. I don't know where I'd be if I'd never met you. And I can never, ever, repay you for what you've done for me. Thank you." Josh finished before finally sitting back down. My jaw dropped open. I couldn't believe what he said. I looked at him for a long time. He didn't look back at me. A smile slowly stretched across my face and I leaned over and pecked Josh on the cheek. He smiled and blushed.
  • "That was nice..." my mother said quietly. My dad stood up.
  • "Well, my toast is also to my wonderful family. And Josh, who I hope will stay around a long while. Tonight was perfect in the most imperfect way. And that's just the way I want it." My father finished to close the night. We all smiled. My mother wiped the forming tears out of her eyes. Josh wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him. I leaned into his chest and smiled. Tonight was amazing.
  • "Um, I really think we should get going.." I announced, intertwining my fingers with Josh's
  • "Are you sure?" My mom asked. I nodded.
  • "Yeah, it's getting late I'm tired." I said. My brother snorted.
  • "Use condoms." He said. My face flushed and Josh laughed.
  • "Evan, stop!" I hissed. Josh squeezed my shoulder and I relaxed. I don't know why that of all things calmed me down. My head was all confused, I needed sleep.
  • "Oh yeah, I almost forgot." Josh mumbled. I was about to ask what he was talking about until he pulled me into him and brushed his lips against mine. I didn't respond out of surprise. And then he stepped back. I couldn't speak, just babbled incoherent things. Did... he just... do that? Maybe it was just for my parents to see it now something, I don't know. Now we really needed to go.
  • "Bye everyone, I love you!" I said loudly before dragging Josh out the door. We got in the car and drove away.
  • "Well that was ah... Interesting." Josh quirked. I nodded slowly. And it was. It went a lot better then expected to
  • "Yeah...." I mumbled, still kind of shocked by the random kiss. I didn't know if he was planning it or what but I was still kind of surprised. I mean, I was still have a hard time processing Josh as my "boyfriend."
  • "Maybe we should go out as a couple again sometime. Pretend to be a couple around town." Josh shrugged. I snorted.
  • "Or we could not pretend.." he said quietly. What was he implying? I mean, I knew he was joking but still. I laughed.
  • "Good one." I replied. He stayed silent for a second.
  • "Yeah, I was uh... just.... just joking." He said quietly. The rest of the care ride was silent until he pulled up to my apartment building.
  • "Thank you so, so, so much for this Josh! I have no idea how to repay you!" I thanked as I exited the car. He put a hand up.
  • "Don't. Tonight was nice." He said. I nodded and turned to walk inside. Then I remembered something I wanted to ask him and turned back around.
  • "Josh?" I asked. He looked at me.
  • "Yeah?"
  • "When you said you told my dad the truth... What did you mean?" I asked curiously. Josh bit his lip and raised his eyebrows.
  • "Well.. He asked me how I really felt about you. So I told him the truth." Josh said simply. I thought for a minute. But when my dad came out of the kitchen, he was still obviously under the impression that Josh and I were dating. Wait a minute... I finally put two and two together. He literally asked me out in the car and I thought he was kidding! He was not kidding!
  • "Oh, wait, Josh..." I said, feeling like an asshole. He shook his head.
  • "Don't worry about it, Sam. I'll see you later." He said, driving off without another word.  I called for him but he kept driving, driving, driving and then he was gone. My head was running wild. I'm so dumb. I didn't realize Josh liked me.. I'm not even sure how I feel about him. I mean... I don't know if I like him... Of course not, its Josh. Obviously I do, he's the only one that can do what he does to me. Ugh, this was so confusing. Suddenly, my phone started to buzz and I pulled it out of my pocket and it was a text. From Josh.
  • "I had to do it just once." It said. I ran my fingers over my lips and felt my cheeks get red.
  • Ugh... Josh... What did I do?
The Letter

Dear Will,

So here we are, trapped inside our respective prisons. Mine I do not occupy by choice, but yours is a prison of your own making. Does that make it easier or harder to live in, I wonder?

I don’t find it easy, living in the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane. I don’t know how you stood it, being endlessly submitted to such mistreatment, poked and prodded and forced to hear you own story told back to you in the most reduced and inaccurate terms by cretins and half-wits. I have renewed respect for you, Will, for your endurance and your patience. In moments when my strength is tested, I play at being you, and I find my circumstances easier to bear. On the day I write this letter, I have officially been inside this institution for 253 days, the same length of stay as your own. We are, for now, the same. Tomorrow will be uncharted territory.

I have long desired to write to you, but have restrained myself for various reasons. The most obvious is that I know this communication cannot be private, and I find it vulgar to think of the dirty hands of unwanted eavesdroppers scratching at my words for insight into my mind, and into yours (Hi Jack! My love to the wife!) but this is a necessary evil, and one I am willing to overlook for the time being. However, on account of those extra sets of eyes, I have found it prudent to include within this letter statements that bear no resemblance to my true thoughts, but I know you are keen enough to separate out the wheat from the chaff.

There are other reasons why I have delayed writing to you. I admit I was angry with you for a very long time. I won’t pretend that as I recovered from the wound you gave me, and continued to suffer from its lasting effects, that I didn’t wish to revisit all of the pain and humiliation back upon its maker. I would have very much liked to see you cope with the indignities of a colostomy bag. I am still unable to eat meat of any kind—and I need not explain how demeaning and inconvenient a state I find that to be.

My, but you knew what you were doing. Had I been first to the hilt of that knife, I would have merely used it to cut out your heart. You were more creative, and punitive, in your vengeance. But I should have expected nothing less from you, Monte Cristo. Your literary forebear was of the belief that the punishment ought to fit the crime, and here I am, betrayed and brought low by illness and suffering, languishing in this dull asylum with a bunch of unimaginative lunatics as my only companionship, unable to seek out even the simplest of pleasures.

I carry many scars now, Will. So many scars that you have given me. I have you inscribed here, and here, and here. I never shall forget you. But it grieves me to think that you carry no scars in return. You are clean, and unmarked, and bear nothing by which you might remember me, your greatest friend. But then I remind myself: your scars are all on the inside.

I forgive you for what you did to me, Monte Cristo. I cannot deny that you were justified in your actions, and I respect them, as I revere the imagination that gave birth to them. You had me hoisted on my own petard, and how can I be anything but impressed? I think back to what transpired between us inside your Wolf Trap, and I find myself wondering how much of what I saw there was real. I replay my memory again and again; I scrutinize it with the eyes of a forensic investigator, searching for the truth. You weren’t lying to me that night, were you, Will? If you were lying, I would have known. You were simply telling me the wrong version of the truth. I find this thought to be of some consolation.

You should have come with me. We would have enjoyed each other’s company, as we always have.

I can forgive you this wound. I can forgive you Wolf Trap. But there is something you have done that I cannot forgive. I can’t forgive the damage you have done to yourself, and the damage you are no doubt continuing to perform upon yourself now that I am gone. You should have heeded my warning in Wolf Trap. But you dismissed my words unjustly before you ever heard them, to your detriment. Don’t destroy yourself to spite me, I beg you. We don’t invent our natures, Will. They are issued to us, along with our lungs and pancreas and everything else. You mustn’t fight it. You were born with something beautiful, and to subject that beauty to willful destruction is a crime against nature, a crime against God, and even I can’t forgive that. The thought of you putting all that potential to waste, knowingly, spitefully; I can’t bear it. It gives me very good cause to hate you, Will. Be warned.

There is a passage I like from The Count of Monte Cristo. The Count receives a warning from his two new friends, the Baron Franz d'Épinay, and the Viscount Albert de Morcerf. The Count, you see, has just described his preferred method of revenge, “slow, profound, eternal torture.” (Forgive me if I mistranslate, I am working from my memory in French.) His friends don’t see the wisdom of his taking on the role of judge and executioner. They warn him: “Hatred is blind, rage carries you away, and he who pours out vengeance runs the risk of tasting a bitter draught.”

So, Will, how did it taste?

I’m sorry. My internment has made me mean. An animal in a cage has no resort but to fall back upon its nature. There are days when I could tear this place apart with my teeth. I have no patience for mankind now that there are bars separating me from them. I abhor them more than I ever did when I was free. They try my patience. I am forced to find pleasure in little mischiefs. You no doubt think it crass that I have been speaking to Freddie Lounds. But if there is to be a circus, I must be sure to appoint myself its ringmaster. Don’t worry. Of course Miss Lounds tried to push me into selling you up the river, but I avoided answering any questions that might cast you in a negative light. I sang nothing but your praises, Will. As I always have. I may have bent the truth where I needed to, but I will make sure the whole world sees only the very best of you.

Oh, Will. These games I play here by myself are not enough. It doesn’t seem fair. When you were trapped within these walls, I visited you faithfully. We played a game together the likes of which I had never known, and may never know again. Oh, that game. I dream about that game. I have never been so profoundly happy and alive as I was during those precious months in which we sparred together. I know you feel the same way. Why can’t you pay me back in kind? Why won’t you relent, abandon your boat motors and return to me here in my little cell, so that our respective imprisonments might be made easier to bear? You won’t be able to resist forever. You will come back. Circumstances will force you. Jack will force you. You will force yourself. Come back to me, Will. Come back and play. There are times I fear I might die if you don’t. I might die if I don’t see you.

But then I remember: I don’t have to see you to see you.

Yours always,

Hannibal Lecter

anonymous asked:

What is your opinion on Martin's racist slurs and homophobic language?

Well, as someone who has followed Martin and read almost every one of his interviews in the past few years. I really don’t see it.

Are we referring to anything that was written by the dailyFAIL? Because I learned long ago not to read anything from them. They misquote everyone in order to get a headline and sometimes they just make up their own quotes. This is a popular interview to use as evidence when people want to call Martin a bad person. Amanda has said multiple times that he didn’t say half of those quotes and that’s just the Dailymail failing at everything and trying to get you to read their articles.

The Lucy Liu comment? If you’ve ever heard Martin give an interview you know he’s a very sarcastic guy. I’ve heard they know each other in real life and that she took no offense to his little joke. It’s everyone else that thinks he’s now a horrible person. Do you think that when Martin said he loved working with all the Sherlock cast but that Rupert Graves was a sod, he was being serious? I kinda thought it was a joke and actually laughed, but I guess if you are taking everything he says seriously than wow.. what an evil person. He’s got a bit of a dark, dry humor… I personally find him very funny, but if you are a very literal person, and don’t take sarcasm well, then you might think he is an ass.

I can’t really defend him for the rape joke, but let me ask you. How many bad jokes have you told? How many things have you said that you regret? Was it a bad joke? Yes. Am I going to change my opinion on him and start calling a pro-rape homophobic ass who hates women? No. He took one joke too far, realized he took it too far and stopped, moved on. Dear lord, I’ve said so many horrible things in the heat of the moment but thank God I’m not a celebrity that has my every move and breath watched. Martin made a mistake… oh God! that means he’s HUMAN! Here I thought he was superman.

You can choose yourself if you think he is an ass or not. I know Peter Jackson is very picky with the cast he chooses to work with because he wants to work with nice, good people and if you are neither of those he doesn’t mind letting you go. Martin was first on his list to play Bilbo, i would trust PJ’s judgement. Martin seems lovely in all the behind the scenes stuff when you get to see more of him as a person, and not just the part of himself he chooses to show in interviews. If he was really an ass do you think he would be doing stage door 2-3 times a week for three months while doing a play that clearly exhausted him? No one expected him to do stage door, yet he did because he is a nice guy.

Anyway, believe what you want to believe. If you want to believe everything the dailyFAIL writes, then that’s your choice. If you want to believe that everyone needs to be superhuman and never make mistakes, that’s fine to, but you shouldn’t be following me then, because not only do I defend Martin, but I also say a lot of stupid things without thinking about them, I’m human… so is he..

Beach Christmas - Requested (Calum)

NUMBER SEVENTEEN (Can you do a Calum imagine here you don’t have money to go home and celebrate Christmas so Calum takes you to meet his own family and they surprise you with presents and stuff) requested by Anon, ENJOY!!!!

*Merry Christmas!* you send the message to Calum as you wait for the kettle boil, seconds later your phone is ringing, you pick it up to see a FaceTime coming through from Calum. You answer and wait for it to connect, Calum’s face beaming through the phone.

‘Merry Christmas’ he cheers, you chuckle a little 'Hey’ you greet, 'You look beautiful’ he winks, 'Cal I just got out if bed, I haven’t even had a drink’ you laugh, but he just shrugs. 'So what time you coming round?’ He asks, you smile a little, mixing your coffee with your spare hand.

'Yeah, I was thinking Cal, I’m just gonna stay here. I mean you hardly see your family anyways and I don’t want to intrude on your biggest break’ you explain, he is just smiling at you; you nod a little when he doesn’t speak.

'Oh sorry, was that not a joke?’ He fakes and you narrow your eyes. 'Calum’ you whine. 'What? I see you less then I see them and this way I get to see you all at once’ he tells you casually.

'But I’ve only met them once, I don’t want to make their Christmas awkward’ you explain, he frowns and parts his lips as though he is about to say something but you notice his eyes look over the phone, 'Show her’ you hear Mali whisper from off camera. 'Oh’ Calum nods as though just remembering something and you bite down a smirk, he starts walking and you just wait until the camera is turned and you see a pile of present about to someone’s knees.

'They are your from me’ you hear Calum, you frown a little and the camera is brought back to his face, he has a huge smile pulling his lips. 'What? Mine?’ You ask shocked and he nods. 'Nooo, Cal we said no presents’ you whine, he pulls a face before slowly shaking his head. 'Nope don’t remember that, maybe I remember you saying you couldn’t get presents and I said it was fine’ he teases and you narrow your eye. 'Cal I haven’t got you anything’ you pout making him laugh a little his eyes crinkling in the corners.

'And check this out’ the camera is turned again to show five presents, your raise your eyebrows in question before it’s turned back again 'two are from Mel and three from mum and dad’ he tell you, you gasp 'seriously! Oh god Cal I haven’t got them anything. I feel so bad’ you tell him and he shrugs. 'They don’t care and Mel said if you don’t come here we are all coming to you’ you roll your eyes before sighing.

'Fine, you win, when do you want to round?’ You ask and he shrugs 'Aby time is good’ he tells you 'Okay so like two hours?’ You asks, at his jaw drops and eyes widen, 'an hour?’ You question and this time he pulls an unimpressed face. 'When do you want me to come?’ You ask, 'Twenty minutes’ he gives you a cheeky smile. 'Cal it take fifteen to get to yours’ you laugh. 'It’s okay I’m gonna pick you up’ his eyes look off camera again and you can hear hushed voices but not the words. 'Nope, no I won’t because my car if getting fixed, Mel will pick you up’ he nods. You shake your head to decline the offer but Calum talks over you. 'Great see you in ten minutes bye’ and he hangs up. SHIT ten minutes to get dressed and ready to go.


'Oh noooo, do people actually do that on Christmas here?’ You laugh as you follow Mali into the house and she laughs too. 'We sure do, Australians going the beach is like British having snow’ she explains this makes you laugh harder. 'It doesn’t actually snow on Christmas, hasn’t for year’ you I from her, she throws her hands up in defence 'Sorry, and forgot I was talking to a Brit’ she laughs and you nudge her shoulder makings her laugh a little more.

'My two favourite girls getting in so well’ you look up to see Calum’s deep eyes holding yours. 'Oh and here’s my number one’ he cheers, you turn a little to see Joy coming through behind you, she laughs her eyes crinkling like Calum’s do, as she walks to him, he throws his arm over her shoulders. 'Hold up, mum favourite?’ Mali teases, Joy laughs 'I birthed him I have to get some positives from it’ she jokes making you laugh. 'I’m the perfect son and don’t you forget it’ he winks down to his mum.

'Keep dreaming rock star, I’ll always be favourite’ Mel teases his further as she walks past ruffling his hair and she calls 'baby brother’ over et shoulder, You follows her and as soon as they are both out of sight Calum comes forwards takin your waist in his hands and softly pressing his lips to yours. 'I’m glad you came, Christmas wouldn’t have been right knowing you were alone and not with me’ he whispers against your lips.

'I can’t believe they want me here, it’s only been a couple of months’ you remind him, he shrugs 'longer than anyone else, and they love you so better get used to it’ he wink before pressing his lips back to yours, you move first, parting your lips to get him to move and he does, one hand moving to your neck pushing your head closer to his as your lips you with each other. You’re interrupted by a clearing of the throat and pull back to see David standing in the door awkwardly. You give him a small smile.

'Erm, sorry I will leave you to…erm…yep’ he stutters clearly uncomfortable. 'No we’re just about to come’ you tell him, his face brightens as he nods and gushers you into the room where the other two are.


‘I can’t believe I’m on the beach on Christmas day, its crazy’ you laugh, Calum chuckles pulling you down so you’re sitting on his chest, while he is sprawled out on a deck chair his dad bought. ‘Welcome to Sydney baby’ he jokes, closing his eyes, ‘Cal I’ve been her months’ you hit his chest lightly. ‘Well you wouldn’t know it from how pale you are, you need to get out more’ he teases, you huff ‘It’s not my fault I’m not beautifully tanned’ you moan, a smirk tugging his lips as he squints to see you, ‘I know I am babe, don’t be jealous’ he laughs, ‘Oh  no I was talking about Mel’ you laugh, he glares at you, poking his finger into your side, you jump up to avoided it but he doesn’t leave it, standing and chasing after your, you squeal as you jump over a sand castle, you reach the water just before Calum and kick it at him, he freezes glaring at you, you gasp covering your mouth, ‘Oh baby, I’m sorry, I got your hair wet’ you tease with a wink and that’s all he needs to jump in after you, his arms wrap around your waist and he pulls you back against him, pressing his lips into your shoulder, he leaves a soft kiss and when you realise he isn’t gonna tickle you, you relax into him. ‘I’m glad you came’ he tells you, ‘I’m glad you gave me no choice’ you laugh a little and he does too. You pull out of his arms and walk backwards a little, him watching you, he pouts when he sees you get out of the water.

You run back to where the others, you look over your shoulder to see where Calum is but as you spin to look back but you hit someone full force, flying to the floor, you hear a groan and realised you and Mali where in a bundle, twisted together on the sand, you both groan for a second before looking at each other and falling into fits of laughter. ‘Merry Christmas’ she pushes out through her cries of laughter, you nod taking one of Calum’s outstretched hands as Mali takes the other and he pulls you up at the same time. ‘My two girls will always need me’ he brags winking at you, you roll your eyes as his arm wraps around you holding your waist, Mali standing next to you, David holds out a drink to you, you take it and Mali takes one too, Joy hands Calum one and keeps the other to herself, while David pours himself another, you stand to gather, and Joy smiles at you all, raising her glass in the middle, ‘Merry Christmas’ she cheers, we all cheer too, and Calum presses his lips under your ear and whispers ‘Many more to come’.

From Chelsea

Preference #90: You're best friends and your boyfriend breaks up with you
  • Michael: Your vision was blurry and you were finding it hard to breathe, but you managed to get to Michael's because you just wanted to curl up beside him and cry all night. You knocked on the door and folded your arms across your chest and sobbed quietly before the door swung open. He smiled once he saw it was you, but that smile was quickly gone when he realized the state you were in. He gently pulled you into his house and led you to the couch and held you close to him, rubbing your back as you sobbed into his chest. "H-He broke up with m-me. I loved h-him so much, Michael..." You stuttered, tears falling from your eyes. He leaned his head on top of yours and continued to rub your back to try and calm you down. "He is an idiot for letting you go, (Y/N)." Michael tried to make you feel better, but unfortunately you weren't sure anything could at this moment. "I'm not just saying that because we're best friends and that's what you want to hear right now. I'm saying it because it's true and it's what you need to hear. Any man who lets you out of their life is a straight up dumb ass and I can't believe he let perfection go." You felt his lips on the top of your head and you smiled slightly, looking up at him. "Thank you for being you." You leaned down and laid down, laying your head on his lap. The rest of the night he tried to get your mind off of it and when you were ready you both talked about what exactly happened and Michael helped you a lot which you were extremely grateful for.
  • Ashton: "What's up?" Ashton asked on the other end. You could hear loud voices in the background and you felt bad that you interrupted whatever he was doing, but you just really needed him at that moment. "I guess you're busy, but I just really need to see you..." Your voice trailed off and you tried to keep your voice clear. You know if it were shaky or anything he would automatically know something was wrong and ask a million questions. You heard him laugh slightly. "(Y/N), I'll be back in a few weeks I told you that already! You'll see me soon enough, goof ball." He continued to chuckle and you closed your eyes, letting tears fall from them. You sniffled and Ashton stopped laughing. "Is something wrong? Are you okay?" Suddenly, the noise in the background was gone and you could only hear his voice. "I...No, I'm not okay. I don't want to drop this on you while you're away, but-" "No, I want you to drop whatever is bugging you on me. Please, (Y/N)." He pleaded, sounding more eager by the second. You sighed and closed your eyes once more. "I'm single." There was silence on the phone. You could tell her was shocked, especially since you and your boyfriend - now ex-boyfriend - were fine just last week...or so you thought. "What the hell... Oh my god, I'm so sorry, (Y/N). I wish I could be there with you right now..." You smiled at the thought, but told him there was nothing he could do. It was just nice to have him to talk to about this. You explained everything. Like how you both thought you were happy together for the last three months, but didn't realize that you weren't because you both were so blinded by the love you had for each other. You didn't realize that you could be in love, but not happy; neither of you did. "Well, as soon as I get back I am taking you out and make sure you forget all about that guy. If you're ever down about it, though, just shoot me a text and even if I'm doing a show I'll reply." He laughed at his joke and it made you smile. You were glad you had a friend that could make you laugh or smile no matter what mood you were in.
  • Calum: You waited in your room for Calum to show up. You had texted him ten minutes ago asking if he could come to your place it was urgent. You and your boyfriend had just broken up and all you wanted to do was talk to Calum about it. He knew how to make you feel better about it all. Suddenly, he barged into your room panting. "I came as quick as I could. What's the emergency?" He asked as you were laying on your bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. "He dumped me." You spoke quietly. Calum stood there shocked, and sat down beside you, asking if you were okay. "I thought I would be okay, but I'm not. Am I not good enough for him? What did I do wrong?" You sat up and looked into Calum's eyes. "Do I need to go to his place and beat the shit out of him? Because I will! You know I will!" He was about to get up from the bed, but you pulled him back down, laughing. "No, no. That's not necessary. I just need you to tell me that I'm beautiful and a wonderful person." You joked as he leaned in for a hug, rubbing your back. "Hey, now I can be the only guy in your life that you really need." He joked. You both laughed and stayed together for the rest of the day watching movies, and that's all you really needed.
  • Luke: You screamed as you continued to throw things at the wall and onto the floor. You were so frustrated with everything that was happening at this moment and wanted to punch a wall, but chose not to. "Hey, (Y/N)?" You heard a soft voice from behind you. You had a picture frame in your hand and threw it onto the ground, letting out another frustrated scream. You felt arms around you and you struggled for a moment, but finally quit and began to sob. You both fell to the ground and you felt them rub your hair. You looked up and saw your best friend, Luke, looking down at you sympathetically. "You were right. He was an ass. He left me for some grade nine he met at a party." You were about to grab another picture of you both to break, but Luke stopped you. "He did what?!" Luke's voice raised slightly and you looked up at him, startled. "I'm gonna fucking kill him." Luke was about to get up and do God knows what to your ex, but you stopped him. "No, don't. There's no use. He's worthless to me." You both sat on the ground for a few minutes, then Luke got up, helping you up, too. "How about we go get some food and then go egg his house, yeah?" Luke suggested and you smiled, following after him. Thank God, for Luke.
Picture Preference #15 Awards Show



Hair and Makeup:


Stepping out of the limo, you clutched Harry’s hand tightly. This was your first awards show and you weren’t really sure what to expect. As you both stepped onto the red carpet, all you could hear was ear-piercing screams and you were almost blinded by flashing cameras. As you walked further along, all sorts of questions were being thrown at you both.Harry kept whispering sweet things to you from time to time, reassuring you that you were doing fine,as he knew you were extremely nervous. He was so excited to have you by his side as this was such a big event for him and you were one of the most important people in his life. 



Hair and Makeup:


As you walked down the red carpet with Liam by your side, you were quite nervous but also extremely excited. Ever since you were a little girl you had watched the VMA’s. You loved to see all the beautiful women walk the red carpet with handsome men by their sides. Never in a million years had you thought that some day, that would be you. You spent all day getting pampered and preparing yourself for the big night and now, as you stood on the red carpet, you didn’t want it to end. You strutted your stuff, stopping for interviews and smiling for the cameras that were pointed at you from every angle you could think of. As you reached the end of the carpet, everybody was complimenting you on how well you handled the red carpet and Liam couldn’t get over hoe beautiful you were.



Hair and Makeup:


Watching Louis perform alongside the other boys at the VMA’s made you feel as if your heart would burst with pride. You’d been together for almost 3 years but you had still never been to an awards show with him as you felt you didn’t belong in the showbiz side of his life, and preferrred to stay at home. Louis convinced you to come to this one as he said it would be really special and would love to have the most important person in his life there to watch him and cheer him on. Just as they finished performing,Louis announced that he had something he needed to say. He walked to the front of the stage, all the while looking at you. ‘Y/N, I finally convinced you to come to an awards show with me and I really want this night to be one you’ll never forget. We’ve been together almost 3 years now and I love you with every little piece of my heart. I look forward to waking up every day just to see your gorgeous smile. I love verything about you. I love your dimples, even though you think they make you look childish. I love your laugh, even though you think it’s obnoxious. I love how every time you try to cook you almost burn our house down, even though you think it’s terrible that you can’t cook.One thing I love the most about you is how Y/N Tomlinson sounds. I love you so much, and I never ever want to lose you. Will you do me the pleasure of being Mrs.Tomlinson?’ he said, getting down on one knee as he pulled the most beautiful diamond ring you had ever seen from his pocket. You ran to the stage with tears in your eyes, 'Yes,yes,yes,yes,yes,yes a million times yes!’ you said. He picked you up and spun you around. You kissed him with every ounce of passion you had in your body,as everybody in the audience clapped and cheered.



Hair and Makeup:


'Go talk to her!’ Niall said to you. 'It’s not as easy as that,Ni.she’s been my idol for years. What happens if I say something stupid or get all tongue tied and just stand there staring at her?!’ you sighed. Beyonce had been your idol ever since you were a teenager, and even being in the same room as her got you all giggly and excited. You really wanted to go up to her as you knew it was a chance that might never come around again but on the other hand you wanted to run the other direction just to avoid seeing her and being all starstruck in front of her. You didn’t want her to think of you as some weirdo that sat staring at her for the whole night. Before you knew what was going on, you felt Niall grab your arm and drag you over to where Beyonce was standing. 'Hey!’ she said smiling at you both, champagne glass in hand. 'Hey! You’ve been Y/N’s idol for years and she really really wants to talk to you, I can see by her face. She was just too nervous to come over in case you didn’t like her or she did something stupid.'Niall said to ehr before walking away.'Awe babe, don’t you ever be nervous comign to talk to me. To be honest,  I really admire you. Your fashion sense is just perfect it’s so on point like girlll…’ 'Oh my god, I actually can’t believ this, I love you so much!’ you said. 'I love you too hun!’ You both had a really great conversation before it was time to take your seats. You even ended up swapping numbers! Sitting in your seat, you smothered Niall with kisses. 'Thank you so much baby, you are actually the most amazing boyfriend in the whole world and I love you so so much!’ you explained, snuggling into him to watch the show. He kissed you forehead and turned to watch the introduction.



Hair and Makeup:


You walked on stage, searching the crowd for Zayn and the boys as you took your position beside your co-presenter, Ed Sheeran. You called out the nominees for the 'Best Song of the Summer’. Together, you called One Direction to the stage to collect their award. When they arrived on stage, Zayn came straight to you and gave you a loving kiss. 'I would like to thank Y/N for being there for me throughout my career. I know it’s hard when we go on tour for months at a time but she has never once thought of elaving. She has always been there for me and I feel like she deserves this award just as much as I do. I would not be here, stnding on this stage with these four incredible lads if it wasn’t for my beautiful Y/N.’ 

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       Stay Beautiful xoxo ***