i don't deserve to go to hell

Dear gossip blogs

 

  • I don’t care who 5sos have fucked all year
  • I don’t care if they have 10 girls up in their grill
  • I don’t care that they’d rather spend time with girls than go to the park
  •  I really think it’s stupid that you hate on them for having a break
  • 5sos are humans and are allowed to have shitty days and not smile
  • They’re allowed to be too tired to meet fans
  • They’re allowed to be pissed if fans are being rude
  • Stop twisting the boys’ words
  • Stop nit picking and focusing on bad stuff they do
  • Did you know that it’s an actual crime to snoop and say such vile stuff about people you actually don’t know? you could be taken to court sweeties.
  • Again I don’t care were they put their dicks last night
  • And guess what? neither should you.
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supernatural hiatus creations ~ week twelve

“I could go with you” (Dean x Castiel) 

i’m sorry

The first time Keith kissed Lance, there was alcohol involved, of course there was. Lance had discovered the somewhat unsafe looking thousands of years old space liquor cabinet underneath the main castle, and had dragged the entire gang there to marvel at his findings. Shiro passed to go pace around and think about something deep and meaningful, and after a couple of bottles of space wine Pidge was passed out in the corner and Hunk had wandered off to go eat anything and everything, and it was just the two of them, drunk past any semblance of control. Keith would have jumped out of the ship right them if Lance told him to, he was so far gone. They were lying there on the ground next to each other, fingers just barely touching, courtesy of Lance, and Keith was staring up at the ceiling and all the pretty swirls and patterns in it, completely mesmerized. He’d since forgotten what they were talking about, but he was giggling and so was Lance and they were such a mess, oh, they were a trainwreck. And Keith found himself looking into those perfect blue eyes, the eyes he hated, the eyes he loved, and Lance smiled this big, goofy smile at him, and then their lips were touching and it was like once Keith had gotten a little bit he couldn’t have enough, and they weren’t people, they were pure energy, raw and electric and amazing.

The first time Keith told Lance he loved him, they were alone, and Lance was crying, and Keith’s only thought was that he had to make him feel better, he had to. It was late at night, the time of night when Keith pretended he was sleeping and Pidge held her computer like it was the only thing keeping her alive and Shiro acted like he didn’t have waking nightmares and Hunk snored like a fire engine and Lance thought about how much he missed home. He was awfully sentimental, more than Keith, certainly, more than any of them, except maybe Pidge. That night, Keith was wandering around the castle with dark circles under his eyes and murder on his mind, wishing he could just let himself have one moment of peace. Most of the crew were sleep deprived monsters, and it showed. He wondered how much the rest of them wished they could close their eyes and keep them closed, how many times each night they laid there, staring up at the ceiling, waiting for the soft hands of sleep to latch onto them but, of course, they never did. Keith was tired and fed up with everyone and their bullshit, and he half hoped that if he paced up and down the hall enough times he would pass out from exhaustion. He found himself outside Lance’s door, as he did most nights, and he leaned against the wall, listening and wondering if Lance had somehow managed to get those few restful hours he seeked so much, even though he knew he hadn’t. Instead, all he got was sniffling, the sound of someone trying to hide that they’re crying, although Keith didn’t know why – he was far to tired to even think about crying over anything right then. He didn’t want to have to deal with Lance and all his drama and yet, almost against his will, he pushed the door open and sat down next to Lance on the edge of his bed, where he was hunched over like a defeated old man, crying into his hands. Keith didn’t know why – he just wanted to have some peace and quiet, and this was the completely opposite of that –, but he reached out and put a hand around Lance’s shoulder and pulled him close. He let his dejected boyfriend rest his head on his shoulder, and he ran a hand through his hair in an effort to calm him down, to calm both of them down.

“It’ll be okay,” he assured Lance, even though he had no idea what he was sad over, and even though they both knew it probably wouldn’t be okay. And then he spoke, those three words he’d thought over and over but never said, that burned away at his mind and heart and invaded his thoughts when he needed them least. “I love you.”

The last time Keith kissed Lance, he was in a state of panic, the walls were closing in, his breaths were erratic, jarring. He couldn’t hear anything but the rush of blood in his ears, tears streaming down his face as his lips brushed Lance’s against and again, cold, pointless, unnecessary. He pumped on his chest even though he knew it was hopeless, counting numbers he had already lost track of through the blood in his mouth, he’d chewed away at the skin on his cheeks without realizing it. It was pointless, this was pointless, everything was pointless, oh god, oh god, he couldn’t breathe. Every bit of air tasted like poison, the rising and falling of his lungs ached in his chest, this wasn’t his air this was Lance’s. He was falling, he was losing him, he was gone, he was gone, Lance was gone, why was he still doing this? Why did he still think that if he tried hard enough, he could bring him back?

The last time Keith told Lance he loved him, it was a struggle just to open his mouth and say those words. Because he was holding Lance against him and everything was the same: his hair, his jacket, it was Lance, his Lance, but behind that jacket there was no heartbeat, the body was getting cold and even Keith couldn’t stop it. Lance would never smile again, he would never laugh so hard that Keith had to join in, he would never act like an idiot just because he could. And he would never hear what Keith was trying to tell him, he would never understand those last few words that might as well have stayed left unspoken.

“I love you.”

Every word, every syllable, every letter ached, and the hole in Keith’s chest grew larger, and he doubted it would ever close.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

★ good morning

rotoscope animation (gif) by the ever stellar @froschkuss, drabble by @elfrooted. thank you, chacha, for being you, the sweetest friend and kindest soul, as well as one hell of a hard-working and amazing artist. you have my eternal gratitude and admiration ♥


cullen’s arm, limp from the quietude of dreams undisturbed, tightens around him before either of them dare to crack their eyes open. alistair’s hand feels warm over his, fingers laced loose against his stomach, and he leans back, secured in his embrace, legs intertwined as thumbs and knuckles flutter in caresses unhurried. there’s a sound between them, a note of longing, i’ve missed you, and alistair smiles and cullen’s lips touch his cheek and he sighs, a chuckle that swells with the rise of his chest. it’s crowded, full, hearts pounding in gentle devotion, and alistair cranes his neck for him, the tender stretch of his mouth brushing against his own. good morning, and cullen hums and alistair beams, noses nuzzling, seeking, bodies molded and wrapped in languid urgency, lazy, senses stirred awake.

good morning.

and with him by his side, the same tremor in his breath, the same ease in his arms, open for him, willing, welcoming… he could never imagine a better way to start his day.

Richonners! Give yourselves a pat on the back!

Since last weekend we have been putting in the work in order for our ship to receive the recognition it deserves. I am so proud of every single person that spent long hours voting and going through CAPTCHA hell, for spreading awareness, and for encouraging each other. 

We really came together as a fandom and it has been an awesome experience to go through with you all. 

A special shoutout to @shipnation, she started the crusade that led us to outvoting last year’s winner of that poll. And she has been an unstoppable force, pushing us to keep going. Drinks to you!

Now, we may have lost the EOnline poll, but we know that Richonne was indeed the TOP TV Couple of 2016. Richonne going canon made POSITIVE news all over even before 6x10 had officially aired, the 6x15 episode sneak peek of Richonne on AMC’s youtube channel has 360k+ views. The Richonne fam keeps growing with more and more new shippers joining our rank. And let’s be real, Richonne is the BEST thing Scott Gimple has done and he did it right in season 6. 

So, let’s put our energy into getting our lovelies on the cover of EW @entertainmentweekly and TV Guide @tvguide. Let’s get Richonne trending on twitter. There are so many other ways we can help Richonne (Andy and Danai) receive more recognition, let’s do it!!

Gifs belong to @anjelia3

sooo... i'm going to kindly ask that folks stop sending my asks about beck before i get shady as hell. i know who he is, and in no way believe he deserved that album of the year award for his most watered down and uninspiring record in 20+ years. to win it against beyonce's industry-altering record is insult to injury. fair warning: don't come for me unless i send for you.
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dean: quotes (1/3)
→ dream a little dream of me

OMG lookit people, I’m FAMOUS!

Isn’t it funny how pros don’t know how to use the block function? Hell, I only saw this because someone took a ss, I’ve blocked the OP of that message ages ago, along with what, prolly more than half the pro fandom? Yeah, time for me to go into the NH and SS tags to block more people. Please feel free to do the same, nobody deserves to be personally hunted by these cyberbullies. 

no but you don’t understand how badly i need sam to grab dean’s shoulders and shake him and ask why in god’s name he’d think that he deserves the mark of cain and deserves hell and deserves all of the bad stuff that’ll come with it because dean might make hard choices and might make mistakes but everyone makes mistakes but the difference between dean and most is that dean does things out of love and loyalty and a fierce protectiveness that few can match. and that the last place dean deserves to be is hell and the last thing he deserves to be tied to is something so dark because dean is good and he’s nothing like the demons and the monsters the evil people that deserve hell and there are just things in this world that are needs not wants okay? 

Rivalries don’t have the same impact when you’re not a local. And hating a rival isn’t a requirement for supporting a team.

You know what I want after tonight’s Arrow? I want Ray to go hang out with Cisco and geek out over stuff. Hell, he and Laurel should both go hang out with Cisco, at least then they’d be happy and appreciated without any angst. Both these characters deserve better than the fan pandering trash Arrow has become. And don’t even get me started on the way Arrow has mishandled the character of Ra’s al Ghul. Disgusted doesn’t even begin to describe how I feel about Arrow right now. 

It’s pretty obvious that Season 3B is going to be hell for us Brallie shippers. Not only with the prospects of seeing Brandon and Callie having to force themselves to live a lie as siblings, but also at the prospects of TPTB trying to restart that thing with Callie and AJ. All i have to say about that is