i fell in love at a rave

stephenamell: Ever since we met in late 2011, my Wife has raved - no pun intended - about Coachella. I decided - in a semi joking way - that I was going to hate it for no reason whatsoever. And I’d poke fun at her when the set list was released and she’d get excited. Then I’d ask her not to contact me at all during the weekend, again, jokingly. And I DELIGHTED in the fact I knocked her up and she had to miss the festival for the first time in almost a decade. But then, in May of 2014, we fell in love with the desert… next thing you know we have a place there to relax during the Arrow season and host our friends and family. Then last year during Coachella, something felt different. She was at our house, with our friends, doing something she loves… without me. That’s not how a marriage / friendship / partnership should work. If your Wife (or whatever) loves something, you should love it too. So I did something every spouse should learn to do: I admitted I was wrong, and apologized in a very concise sentence with zero uses of the word “but”, then asked to go. And we went. We did everything she wanted to do and I got to share an experience that brought us closer together because doing something your partner loves always helps you understand them better. What a weekend. Until next year. ☀️🌵🎸❤

The Crow’s Nest: A few thoughts on Oliver & SW

For those hating on Oliver right now: I feel you. I understand that you’re confused, that a character you just don’t get is making stupid choices.

From my experience with people, everyone is just plain stupid. Including me. I did a stupid thing yesterday that I had to pay the price today. It happens. We are irrational, skeptic, fearful, biased, and imperfect personages. We’re human.

And saying that one person is never at fault is not true. Even if it’s only 1% of the blame, we all make mistakes.

For Oliver, Susan is easy. In 5x05, Human Target comes into play, and tells Oliver that Felicity has moved on, and he should to. HT sets Oliver up to correspond with SW. He tells Oliver that since he’s become Oliver, he tells him that he should go for it.

Oliver goes for it. I mean, HT essentially tells him what to do. Have you ever wanted someone else to make a decision for you? To have your doppleganger to appear out of the sky and say, “Look! Date that one!” And so he takes an easy road. His life is hard. He’s mayor by day, hero by night. When does this guy sleep? 6am to 8am probably. And here is this guy telling him that a beautiful woman is interested in him and he should go for it.

Before he does though, he talks to Felicity.

“ I want you to be happy, and in the spirit of that, I think that you owe it to yourself to find out if what you have with Billy is real, and I owe it to myself to embrace whatever’s next for–for me when I’m not (the GA)”

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An Ocean Away - Part One

Lin x Reader

Word Count- 2,007

Warnings- Maybe a couple of swear words, but nothing apart from that.

A/N- This is my first fanfic and I hope you like it. The Hamilton Broadway/Hamilton London/Moana timelines don’t match up but put it down to creative license! All feedback is massively appreciated!

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@stephenamell: Ever since we met in late 2011, my Wife has raved - no pun intended - about Coachella. I decided - in a semi joking way - that I was going to hate it for no reason whatsoever. And I’d poke fun at her when the set list was released and she’d get excited. Then I’d ask her not to contact me at all during the weekend, again, jokingly. And I DELIGHTED in the fact I knocked her up and she had to miss the festival for the first time in almost a decade. But then, in May of 2014, we fell in love with the desert… next thing you know we have a place there to relax during the Arrow season and host our friends and family. Then last year during Coachella, something felt different. She was at our house, with our friends, doing something she loves… without me. That’s not how a marriage / friendship / partnership should work. If your Wife (or whatever) loves something, you should love it too. So I did something every spouse should learn to do: I admitted I was wrong, apologized and in a very concise sentence with zero uses of the word “but”, then asked to go. And we went. We did everything she wanted to do and I got to share an experience that brought us closer together because doing something your partner loves always helps you understand them better. What a weekend. Until next year. ☀️🌵🎸❤

Real Budoblr Talk, you guys.

I’ve been doing martial arts for close to a year, and I know I have sporadically made posts for just as long. You’ve probably heard me rave about it and crack jokes, like “I do it because I want to be tiny and terrifying,” or “I’m three ounces of whoop-ass!” What can I say? I fell in love with all of it quick and I haven’t looked back… But today, after class, we started talking about circumstances where girls would need to protect themselves and I remembered why I started training. I’m going to jump on a soap box and tell you why I wanted to start martial arts, what I’ve experienced since, and what the deal is.

So, I’m a small girl in marital arts. I wanted to practice some form of self-defense years before I started because I’m a tiny-as-hell woman and I have had too many, too scary close calls where I could have been beat up or worse. Hell, even if I didn’t have experiences of my own that nearly went from “bad” to “WORSE,” the city I love is still an epicenter for human trafficking and the area I live in has been getting dangerous. I won’t even go into how MOST sexual assaults are done by people that know the victim personally because we’d all get bummed out… But yeah. I don’t think the world has gone to shit, but there are a lot of scary things that we all need to be aware of.

The second I could, I joined a dojo that teaches martial arts that are more practical for combat or self-defense. When I started, my instructors and a lot of the other students noted why I would need it. My instructors and training partners will often give me instruction that helps ME with my size. A few of them don’t fool around when they remind me of situations where I’ll really need what I learn. I’m always being told by new guys that I train with they’re glad to see girls train in self-defense. They make me feel like I have the right to be there, and I’m always super grateful that they willingly train with me and teach me. That, and I made some awesome friends since I joined, so that’s cool. <3

I joke a lot about the bruises that I get in class (and I even show them off) because this form of martial arts can be harsh. There’s a lot of pain involved, but I’d never want anyone to go easy on me when we’re training because someone out there that would want to hurt me would laugh at the idea of “going easy.” People can be really depraved, and I wouldn’t want to “go easy” on anyone who thought so little of my well-being that they’d use, abuse, or murder me.

I don’t like to think about the situations where I’d have to use what I’ve been learning. I’m not naïve enough to think that I’m guaranteed to kick *anyone’s* ass who wants to fuck with me. I remind myself all the time that I need to learn so much more because I’ve only just started. I will say that I have looked at all the things considered and I have decided that I need martial arts as much as I want it. I’ll be sticking with it for as long as people will train with me, and I want to train for many, many years. Expect me to bug ALL OF YOU about it for as long as you will know me.

If you’re reading this Budoblr post and ever considered going to self-defense workshops, sign up for a weekly class so you can stay in practice. If you have a female friend/family member/gal-pal that you’d want to protect, tell them to sign up or buy them a membership. I will always bug everyone to pick it up, and I won’t even bug you by telling you that you must go to one specific place to train (but I will 100% recommend my dojo to everyone on my list because they rock. You know, JUST SAYING).

Thanks for reading this far and for putting up with me when I geek out about getting punched in the nose or kneed in the knee. Martial arts makes me feel like I can be big and powerful, and I’ll never go back to being “just a small girl” ever again.

StephenAmell: Ever since we met in late 2011, my Wife has raved - no pun intended - about Coachella. I decided - in a semi joking way - that I was going to hate it for no reason whatsoever. And I’d poke fun at her when the set list was released and she’d get excited. Then I’d ask her not to contact me at all during the weekend, again, jokingly. And I DELIGHTED in the fact I knocked her up and she had to miss the festival for the first time in almost a decade. But then, in May of 2014, we fell in love with the desert… next thing you know we have a place there to relax during the Arrow season and host our friends and family. Then last year during Coachella, something felt different. She was at our house, with our friends, doing something she loves… without me. That’s not how a marriage / friendship / partnership should work. If your Wife (or whatever) loves something, you should love it too. So I did something every spouse should learn to do: I admitted I was wrong and apologized in a very concise sentence with zero uses of the word “but”, then asked to go. And we went. We did everything she wanted to do and I got to share an experience that brought us closer together because doing something your partner loves always helps you understand them better. What a weekend. Until next year. ☀️🌵🎸❤ (Source: Stephen Amell IG)

Stephen Amell for man of the year please. Lovely couple that make me use language like: totes adorbs. ❤️❤️

A Few Thoughts on ‘LA LA LAND’ (D. Chazelle, 2016)

1. So much raves for this movie - the record-breaking 14 Oscars nominations, the numerous awards it has received, and the generally positive reviews from critics and viewers. I have been listening repeatedly on its soundtrack long before I have seen the movie and when I finally saw it, it dawned on me - everything good that they say is legit. 

2. We’ve seen the familiar story on Once (2006) and Begin Again (2013) - two lost souls passionate in their own craft met and fell in love despite of the circumstance, with the beauty and power of music perfectly intertwining with the narrative. But there is more to this than the usual - the songs, the screenplay, the jaw-dropping cinematography, the direction, the actors, the musical score, and the musical numbers. Simply put, it’s like everything good wrapped into one, excellent masterpiece.

3. I became a fan of Ryan Gosling and Emma Stone (sorry, Andrew Garfield) after I saw their movie ‘Crazy, Stupid, Love’ (2011). What amazed me more, aside from Emma Stone’s natural humor and convincing performance was how Ryan Gosling prepared for his role - he actually learned how to play the piano. Wait, not just piano but Jazz music which is considered as one of the most difficult to learn and play. (Trust me, I’m a Music teacher.)

4. Speaking of music, I think what made this excel above other movies of the same type was the use of Jazz. Jazz music relies on improvisation, that is, musicians are required to be inventive and create music on the spot. The beautiful music reflects on the story and vice versa - beautiful, sophisticated, improvised, and natural.

5. I thought the “Expectations versus Reality” montage in '500 Days of Summer’ (2009) was the most heart-wrenching and depressing scene in a romantic/love story that I have seen. I was wrong. Screw that “What could have been” (or some critics say, “A typical Hollywood ending”) montage towards the end of the movie! The melancholic beauty of those last minutes. Why do you have to break my heart?

(5 Stars for the City of Stars!)

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Here they are ! 

I’ve been practicing my painting, and wanted to put my skills to the test by painting my babs. 

I only did suey’s head cause i didn’t think she needed a whole canvas, if i was just gonna use a few colors . also i painted her when i was bored and had free time . @ask-suey-suicide-pony-blog

Beats and rave where my first portrait and i enjoyed it so much ! Just experimenting with all the colors and shading ! @ask-beats-and-rave

For splash  i wanted it to be special , so a few days after i finished beats and rave i  sketched her up and began to paint her in class ,then i put it off for almost 2 weeks and finished her today ! Her hair color was fun i had to make a dark color for shading and i fell in love with it for some reason. The paint looked liked melted dark chocolate i just loved it . 

ANYWAY 

Im becoming a fan of painting  ! i’ve always painted but i was never too good at it ,but sense im getting better i wanna paint all the time ! XD

Enjoy ! 

Dear ex-lover,

It doesn’t kill me anymore to be “just friends” with you, and that makes me think I’m over you, over us. Maybe I am, maybe not, there’s no way to tell. But here is a list of things I’ll never admit to you:

i. In my bedside drawer, I still have the old bottle of deodorant that I used to wear when we had our summer romance because it reminds me of the beautiful beginning of our wild but innocent love. And once in a while, I like to inhale it all in and that puts a smile on my face, just like you used to.

ii. After you stopped teaching me your mother tongue, I fell in love with it. Even though you stopped recommending good movies, I continued on my own because I still craved to learn the language. I’m in love with those movies and the actors and the songs, and you’d be surprised if you knew how better I got at comprehending the language.

iii. I have never ever wished anything bad to happen to you, and even now, I want you to be really happy in life. I’m genuinely happy whenever our mutual best friend tells us you’re doing good, and I still rave about your achievements to everyone I know.

iv. Even though your mom hates me enough to tell you not to talk to me, the respect I have for her is beyond words. She’s one of the strongest people I know of to have survived everything life threw her way with her head held high, and bringing up an amazing person like you, simultaneously.

v. Just sometimes I still hug my pillow tight imagining it’s you as my eyes are closing because that gives me the feeling of safety and security and it reminds me of a time I felt intoxicated in love. It warms my heart.

vi. I haven’t heard your voice in more than three months but I remember the way your voice felt like silk saying my name, and the butterflies I felt in my stomach. I remember a lot of things you said that came straight out of your heart, and I feel lucky to have had that kind of young love.

Love fades and love stories are buried but the things you learnt from them and the feeling they gave you are for life.

Thank you for teaching me everything you did. I hope I too taught you something to remember me by.

Signed,
Your ex-lover.

Obsessed on Younow

Dans POV

Y/n and I have been dating for quite some time now and everyone has been so supportive of it. She was currently out doing late night errands since I was still sick from the tour and I was doing a younow.

Every time I looked in the chat there was always someone that said “where’s y/n?!” “Was she okay while you and Phil were on tour?!” I couldn’t help but talk about it, but I kept thinking that it made it seem like all I talk about is y/n.. even though that’s all I really want to do.

“Am I really going to be talking about y/n? Is this what you guys want me to talk about?” Whenever I see or hear anything about her I just can’t stop my from smiling and giggling “fine alright I’ll talk about y/n… Well she came with Phil and I to Florida for Playlist Live, then she came back for the Chicago show and then joined us for Vidcon, so we got to see each other at least three times during the tour which made me incredibly happy.”

I know I shouldn’t be talking about y/n for too long since there are people who are watching my liveshow for me. As much as I love y/n and I love talking about her, I shouldn’t talk about her too much.

“Someone said ‘what was the last concert you went to?’ Does the Brits count? Oh my gosh y/n freaked out when I told her Phil and I interviewed Years and Years. She absolutely loves them.” Shit I brought up y/n again. “Alright! What else should we talk about??” I said as I awkwardly laughed.

“Dan?!” I heard from the kitchen.

Finally, Y/n’s home from the shops. “I’m in my room love! I’m doing a liveshow, did you want to join?” And here I am again talking about y/n.

She walked into my room with a bag of chips and a glass of water. “How are you feeling sweetheart?” She said as she hugged me from behind and then felt my forehead for a fever.

I held her arms and squeezed her close. “Say hi to 18 thousand people!”

“Hi guys! What has Dan been gossiping about while I was out?” I stayed quiet as she was looking through the messages. She looked at me with a little smirk and said “according to them… You’ve been on and off talking about me?”

Y/n moved to sit on my lap. “Guilty as charged.” I smiled at her.

“I picked up a pizza on my way home so when we’re done here we can go watch Game of Thrones.” She said happily

Here we go gonna talk about Y/n again “guys, y/n didn’t watch Game of Thrones before, but she watched an episode with Phil and I and she fell in love with it. Isn’t that right love?” She had that cheeky little grin on her face that I just love so much. “Well guys, it’s been about an hour and I’d like to eat some pizza with my lovely girlfriend, that I can’t stop raving about.

“Bye younow!” We said in unison

Once I knew the broadcast had officially ended I gave y/n a kiss on the cheek. After that she said, “you know.. when I was out shopping, I was listening to your broadcast and you literally brought me up 5 times dude!” I couldn’t help but blush.

“Sorry babe.. I guess I’m obsessed with you.” I said as I kissed her temple.

She got up from my lap and grabbed my hands to pull me up said “C'mon! The pizzas getting cold!”

I gotta admit. I’m absolutely obsessed with that girl.

I'm Sorry, What?

* Jefferson × Reader
* 2-139: Hi, I’m Y/N, and I have no idea who you are, but I need you to kiss me.
* Modern

A/N: I know it’s been a few days but like I said, those pain killers make me insanely tired and it’s hard to focus. Plus I had some trouble getting this story started. Anyway, enjoy!

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“Angelica, you can’t be serious.” You groaned.

“Y/N, come on! You haven’t had a boyfriend in quite some time. Take a risk for once.” She shot back.

“By aimlessly flirting with random men in a bar?” You inquired. The Schuyler daughters and you went out for drinks. As they started talking about their latest relationships they asked you about yours. They learned that you still haven’t had another boyfriend for a while and told you to go and flirt with someone.

“Why not?” Peggy asked you.

“I just don’t see the point.” You shrugged. The girls all shared a glance.

“You’re worried about being shot down.” Eliza said, it wasn’t a question.

“What? No!” You argued, your pride made it impossible to let them know that was indeed the case.

“Then prove it.” Angelica challenged.

“Fine.” Damn your pride. You were going to prove to them that you were confident and that you wouldn’t be shot down. You scanned the bar looking for a man to take a risk with. Up at the bar there was the very man.

He had wild and fluffy curls surrounding his face. He was wearing gray slacks with a magenta suit coat and white shirt. His facial hair was neatly trimmed and added greatly to his physical appeal.

You confidentially stood. You did a quick once over of yourself, then you approached the bar. You stepped right up next to him so he’d acknowledge you. He looked you up and down with an intrigued smile. “Can I help you?” You asked. He took a sip of his drink.

“Hi, I’m Y/N, and I have no idea who you are, but I need you to kiss me.” You said, getting straight to the point.

He almost spit out the drink he took. “I’m sorry what?!” He asked appalled.

“I need you to kiss me.” You said. “Now preferably.” You added.

“Can I ask why?”

“To prove a point.” You told him.

“I do enjoy proving people wrong.” He said with a slight smirk. “Alright, but I have one condition.”

“What?” You asked suddenly wary.

“I get to take you out on a date.” He said. You almost laughed.

“Alright.” You said. With that he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. His arms found their way around your waist. You arms went around his neck and one of your hands buried itself in his hair. Your hand tightened around the curls and he groaned against your lips.

He pulled back, both of you breathless. He had a satisfied smirk of his face. “Did that prove your point or would you like to drive it home a bit more?” He asked.

You laughed lightly at his boldness. “I believe that did the trick.”

“Well, I can say I’m excited for our date.” He said. His hand slid down and slipped your phone from your pocket. He pressed a few buttons and handed it back to you. “Thomas, by the way.” You checked and saw he had sent himself a text from your phone.

“Well Y/N, you’ll be hearing from me.” He downed his drink and turned to leave. You stood dumbstruck for a few more seconds before shaking yourself and returning to the girls.

“What was that?!” Angelica asked.

“Told you I wouldn’t get shot down.” You said triumphantly.

“Clearly not!” Peggy said. They were all looking at you astonished.

“Guys honestly it’s no big deal.” You told them.

“Please at least tell us you’re going out with him!” Eliza said.

“Of course!” You assured them.

“Good.” Angelica said. You gave her a confused look. “There was a hell of a lot of sexual tension in that kiss.”

Thomas wanted to meet for dinner a few days later. Of course you had to ask the Schuylers for their opinion on what you should wear.

“Are you ever gonna tell us what the two of you said at the bar?” Peggy asked.

“Does it matter?” You asked as you ran a brush through your hair.

“Yes.” Angelica said. She was flipping through the outfits in your closet.

“I walked up and asked him to kiss me.” You said with a blank face.

“No, seriously.” Eliza said, taking your confession as a joke.

“It was just a bit of flirting.” You tried instead.

“That was quite an outcome for a bit of flirting.” Angelica observed. You only smiled in reaponse.

About an hour later you had the girls leave. You checked yourself over one last time in a mirror. You put a bit more effort into your appearance then you had when you went out for drinks. Angelica had helped you put together a great outfit that was both beautiful and enticing.

You got in your car and drove to the restaurant that Thomas wanted to take you to. You took a deep breath before exiting the car. This really was your first date in a while and it came from an impulse decision.

You walked in and scanned the place. It was nice enough for a first date, no hostess to seat you but a relatively pleasant air. You saw Thomas stand at a table across the room and offer a small wave. You smiled and walked over. He pulled your chair out for you, ever the gentleman apparently.

“Pleasure to see you again.” He said with he flirty smile. “You look lovely.” He complimented.

“Thank you.” You said with a blush. “I see you’re still pulling off the magenta suit coat.” You told him.

“I make it work.” He said with a smile, a wide genuine one. It pulled a smile from you too. The two of you fell easily into conversation. While talking you noticed someone behind him.

“No way!” You said with a slight laugh. Eliza had been raving about having a date with Alexander tonight, and here they were. “Hang on a minute.” You told Thomas and stood to go see them.

“Y/N!” Alexander exclaimed happily when he saw you. He pulled you into a hug.

“I’m glad Eliza pulled you away from your desk.” You joked. You and Alexander had grown closer when he started dating your friend. In the first few months they were inseparable so you got to know him fairly well.

“Well I’m just working to get a new idea incorporated in the company.” He explained.

“And apparently someone relentlessly fights against everything he suggests.” Eliza said.

“I’m serious. Jefferson doesn’t rest, his own goal is to see me destroyed.” He complained. They walked to get a table and went by your own. “Speak if the devil.” Alexander groaned.

“Hamilton.” Thomas said coldly.

“Jefferson.” Alexander spat back.

“Wait. This is the Jefferson you always complain about?” Eliza asked. “Oh boy…”

“Yeah. Why?” He asked, noticing the awkward air that descended.

“Because Y/N, is my date for the evening.” Thomas said coldly, standing and facing Alexander.

“Seriously?!” Alexander exclaimed. “Y/N, you can do better!” He told you.

“Watch it Hamilton.” Thomas growled.

“Why should I?” He argued. “Face it Thomas, you’re all talk and no action.”

“Oh and you would know all about action wouldn’t you Alexander?” He sneered.

“What do you mean by that?” He shot back.

“I mean the action you had taken with Maria Reynolds.” He spat out.

“Thomas!” You shouted at him appalled. Maria was a drunken mistake that Eliza had graciously forgiven him for. Still, it was a sore memory for both of them. “That was out of line!” You shouted.

“Come on, this bastard deserved that!” He retorted.

“Well the only bastard here is you!” You fought back. “You’ll excuse me if I leave this date early.” You snarled at him.

“Oh because that was the impression you gave a few minutes ago.” He said sarcastically.

“That was before I realized what an ass you were.” You shot back. “So goodnight and goodbye Thomas.” You grabbed tour purse and walked out.

“Y/N!” Eliza called after you as you crossed the parking lot.

“Hm?” You asked, turning to face her. Alexander was behind her as well.

“I’m so sorry.” She apologized.

“Sorry that Thomas was an ass?” You asked incredulously. “It’s not your fault.” You told her.

“But he was out of line and it completely ruined your night.” Alexander said apologetically.

“Guys, it’s fine really. At least now I know he’s not worth my time.” You shrugged and left. You laid in your bed that night thinking. Thomas was in fact horrible. But was attractive and interesting as well. Maybe you were thinking too much into everything. It was your first date in a some time and you were just struck by appearances.

But if that’s the case, why were you so upset by how the date ended?

The girls dragged you out for drinks once more. You would’ve preferred to stay in, seeing what happened last time. Peggy was talking about a man that had flirted with her at a coffee shop a few days ago. Angelica raved about an attractive man she was talking to. Eliza was quiet.

She knew if she mentioned Alexander then everything about your failed date would be dredged up. You laughed lightly at Angelica’s story and continued toying with your half empty glass. You took a drink and paused. Thomas was once again at the bar.

The night you met he was drinking a bar but now it was whiskey. You wondered if he was as upset as you were lately, as a result of your failed date. Or maybe you were just over analyzing everything. You sighed and took another long gulp from your glass. Eliza glanced over at you then followed your gaze to the bar.

“Y/N…” She tried.

“Stop Eliza. Really its fine.” You said holding up a hand. You know she must have informed her sister of the outcome of that night or they would’ve asked about it by now. Still, the other two glanced between you and the man at the bar with a curious look.

“Look, I’m just gonna head home.” You said. If you didn’t leave now, there was every possibility you’d get drunk. You weren’t crazy about that idea right now. You got up and left the bar.

“Guys do you think there’s anyway we can help her?” Eliza asked.

“You’re the one who knows the specifics of that night.” Angelica said.

“Thomas was rude to Alexander so Y/N was rude to him.” She explained. “She doesn’t act it, but I know she’s upset about how the date ended.”

“And Thomas?” Peggy asked. “How does he feel?”

“If his whiskey intake is anything to go on, then pretty bad.” Angelica said, watching him from where she sat at the table.

“We have to try anything.” Eliza said determinedly.

Thomas glanced up at a knock on his office door. “Angelica Schuyler. To what do I owe this pleasure?” He asked.

“I’m here about something rather personal Thomas.” She explained.

“Oh really?” He leaned forward, his flirtatious smirk on his lips.

“Nothing like that.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s about Y/N.”

“Leave.” He said, his eyes growing cold. “I don’t need told again how I acted was out of line. She did that well enough herself.”

“Actually, I was hoping I could help you two resolve your argument.” She said.

Thomas looked at her with renewed interest. “Go on.”

“Look. I want to help, but you need to agree to one thing first.”

“What…?”

You were in much better spirits tonight, it may or may not have been from a few drinks. You went out with the girls and Alexander came along too. It was rare he spent time with you, always working and unwilling to take a break.

Someone walked up to your table and cleared their throat. You looked up and glared at Thomas. “Look I came to apologize.” Everyone stared at him in astonishment. “May I sit?” He asked, gesturing to an empty chair. Every one turned to you for your answer. You curtly nodded.

He took a deep breath. “I was put of line that night.” He began. “So I need to apologize. Alexander, I’m truly sorry for what I said. Not only was it rude but it was also uncalled for.”

Alexander sat stunned. “Uh I accept your apology.” He finally said.

Thomas turned to you. “Y/N, I’m sorry for how horrible I was. I give you my word that I will never act out again if you are kind enough to give me a second chance.” He looked nervous, he kept his eyes down in his lap, daring only a few peeks at you through his bushy curls. “I also can promise to not be as rude to Alexander. I can’t promise to be his best friend but I can promise to be more civil.”

“Oh please Y/N, for the sake of peace, consider this.” Peggy jokingly pleaded.

You laughed lightly before looking back at Thomas. He was finally looking at you steadily, waiting for your response. “Alexander, do you really forgive him?” You asked.

“You know, I really do.” He said with a small smile. “Never thought I’d live to see the day Thomas Jefferson apologized though.”

“And you Eliza?” You asked. “You were hurt by his words too.”

“Y/N, you’ve been out of sorts since that night. I know this guy can fix that so of course I forgive him.” She told you.

You turned back to Thomas. “Then I forgive you too.” He smiled that bright smile that you’d thought of endlessly. The one that brought your own smile out. “However, apologizing was definitely not your idea.” You said and his smile fell. “OK fess up. Who at this table planned this?” You asked.

Angelica shamelessly raised her hand. “I knew you wanted him, so all he needed to do was apologize and I told him that.”

“You couldn’t possible know that I wanted him. At least not that badly.” You told her.

“Oh please. I told you, a lot of sexual tension in that one kiss.” She said dismissively, causing a bit of laughter. You and Thomas shared a bashful look. Which shifted into something more affectionate. “Oh just kiss her already.” Angelica groaned.

Thomas wasted no time in leaning forward and capturing your lips with his. While that first kiss was impulsive and infatuatous, this one was more passionate. It was as if he was securing his promises with this kiss. You gripped his curls again, grinning against his lips as it pulled a groan from him again. You forgot where you were until Alexander loudly cleared his thoat.

You pulled back and wouldn’t look at your friends. You knew your face was pure red. “Please Angelica,” Alexander began. “Never ask him to kiss her again.” The group laughed while Thomas just looked at you with his smile, not his smirk. You grinned up at him. While your friends teased you, you were really glad they helped fix this. You were even more happy that they were willing to look past Thomas’ actions in the past so that you were happy.

“You know Alexander.” Thomas said, getting the attention of the table. “I don’t need to be told.”

“Well then please tell me before you do so I can leave next time.” He joked. You were surprised to see them joking already.

“Oh you know I only live to make you suffer Alexander.” He said before kissing you soundly again. You felt Thomas’ lips quirk up in a smile when Alexander let out an exaggerated groan.

Dear ex-lover,

It doesn’t kill me anymore to be “just friends” with you , and that makes me think I’m over you, over us. Maybe I am, maybe not, there’s no way to tell. But here is a list of things I’ll never admit to you:

i. In my bedside drawer, I still have the old bottle of deodorant that I used to wear when we had our summer romance because it reminds me of the beautiful beginning of our wild but innocent love. And once in a while, I like to inhale it all in and that puts a smile on my face, just like you used to.

ii. After you stopped teaching me your mother tongue, I fell in love with it. Even though you stopped recommending good movies, I continued on my own because I still craved to learn the language. I’m in love with those movies and the actors and the songs, and you’d be surprised if you knew how better I got at comprehending the language.

iii. I have never ever wished anything bad to happen to you, and even now, I want you to be really happy in life. I’m genuinely happy whenever our mutual best friend tells us you’re doing good, and I still rave about your achievements to everyone I know.

iv. Even though your mom hates me enough to tell you not to talk to me, the respect I have for her is beyond words. She’s one of the strongest people I know of to have survived everything life threw her way with her head held high, and bringing up an amazing person like you, simultaneously.

v. Just sometimes I still hug my pillow tight imagining it’s you as my eyes are closing because that gives me the feeling of safety and security and it reminds me of a time I felt intoxicated in love. It warms my heart.

vi. I haven’t heard your voice in more than three months but I remember the way your voice felt like silk saying my name, and the butterflies I felt in my stomach. I remember a lot of things you said that came straight out of your heart, and I feel lucky to have had that kind of young love.

Love fades and love stories are buried but the things you learnt from them and the feeling they gave you are for life.

Thank you for teaching me everything you did. I hope I too taught you something to remember me by.

Signed,
Your ex-lover.

When Aphrodite says we are the same
I am arrogant enough to agree
She tells me she knows what it’s like
To look into eyes filled with love
Only feeling guilt
And I am swallowed by a sea of relief
She understands
There is suddenly a sister I never knew I had
When I tell her that men in love is the thing that scares me most
She only agrees
A history of eternities in her eyes
She knows the fear
And as my words overwhelm the room I realize
The goddess of love is just as afraid as I am
She has seen just as well as I have
How easily “I love you” becomes a demand
How easily it can be a threat
And when my words become skipping, scrambled
Pleas, begs for her to leave me, to let me be alone
She puts her hand over my mouth
She tells me of Hephaestus
And tells me she loves him
She tells me he listens to her
And believes her
I didn’t understand
But I knew it was important
No one has ever believed her before she told me
No one would believe a slut
And the word is an affection in he mouth
Softened
Because he believed her
As his family came to him with ravings of her infidelity
He listened
And he believed HER
And Aphrodite tells me she first fell in love with his hands
They were so steady, so strong, but never anything but gentle
And when they held her they weren’t filled with desire
But patience
She had never known patience before she told me
When she was a thing to be had she wasn’t something to be waited for
Then suddenly she was
And she told me that she had found me a lover and I didn’t believe her
And I begged her not to make him want me
I don’t want to be wanted
And she understood
And she gave me him
His hands were gentle as they held me, patient
He didn’t want me, he only took what I was able to give and he didn’t ask for more
And when I told her that he thought of me like a gift and not a promise
She didn’t understand
But she knew it was important
—  I Was Never Thankful for Love before (Harper Carter)

Ever since we met in late 2011, my Wife has raved - no pun intended - about Coachella. I decided - in a semi joking way - that I was going to hate it for no reason whatsoever. And I’d poke fun at her when the set list was released and she’d get excited. Then I’d ask her not to contact me at all during the weekend, again, jokingly. And I DELIGHTED in the fact I knocked her up and she had to miss the festival for the first time in almost a decade. But then, in May of 2014, we fell in love with the desert… next thing you know we have a place there to relax during the Arrow season and host our friends and family. Then last year during Coachella, something felt different. She was at our house, with our friends, doing something she loves… without me. That’s not how a marriage / friendship / partnership should work. If your Wife (or whatever) loves something, you should love it too. So I did something every spouse should learn to do: I admitted I was wrong and apologized in a very concise sentence with zero uses of the word “but”, then asked to go. And we went. We did everything she wanted to do and I got to share an experience that brought us closer together because doing something your partner loves always helps you understand them better. What a weekend. Until next year. ☀️🌵🎸❤
SA

Manny Imagine: You're Cute

“Y/N its a dog, shes not going to bloody transform, stop staring at her you’re scaring her.” Manny tell as me as I stare down at the adorable fluff ball that is Cookie.

She yaps at me jumping forward to lick me. I ribbher ears picking her up and putting her in my lap. Manny shakes his head as he looks down at Cookie.

“You are going to regret that, she won’t leave you alone and is going to whine when you try and put her down.” Manny tells me just like he does everything I play with her.

I pick her up holding her in front of my face . I move her paws and out on a high pitched voice. “Why you hating on me ?” I ask him. Laughing he pushes Cookie down into my lap again.

“Weirdo.” He says under his breath as he draped his arm over my shoulders. “What do you want to watch?” He asks me as he clicks through our watchlist.

“Errrmm… Cars.” I tell him as it comes up on screen. Manny presses it , playing it. “Best movie ever.” I tell him happily, hitting his thigh.

“Like I said before, weirdo.” He says again with his adorable little giggle.

As we are watching the movie Cookie stays on my lap, in a trance with all the colour on the screen.

I nudge Manny. “Remember when we met?” I ask him. His face is taken over by the biggest smile.

“What when you were in love with Jed?” He asks me nudging me back. Laughing I push his face.“I wasnt in love with Jed , it was Tobi actually.” I correct him. “Either way when I met you I completly forgot about him.” I tell him, intertwining our hands.

“Being cute doesn’t make me forget that you spilt an entire bottle of juice on me when you apparently fell in love with me.” Manny tells me. My mind flashes back to the day.

***

“Tobi this is Y/N, Y/N Tobi.” Mrs.Lerone introduced us. Little did she know I knew her son very well from constant stalking.

Tobi hugged me. “Nice to finally meet you, my mum raves out you all the time.” He tells me before imitating his mum, “Oh Tobi, you know (insert parents name) daughter Y/N she learned to fly a plane and talk to birds.” He jokes. I laugh along with him while his mum blushes, playfully smacking him.

“Well she is an amazing girl, maybe you two could go out?” His mum said wiggling her eyebrows before walking away. I blush a deep red as does Tobi.

“Ignore her.” He tells me as he slings his arm of my shoulder. “How about you help me set up the drinks table?” Tobi tells me leading me to an empty table at the side of the lawn. I mid my head and take my jacket off, putting it on a near by chair.

“Grab those bottles of juice and out them in the massive water cooler thing.” Tobi tells me as he grabs a few bottles as well. Tobi fills up first before I do. As I am pouring the last bottle someone comes up behind me and scares me. In defemse I turn and dump the entire 2 litles of mixed fruit juice over the person a very cute person may I add. I watched his face change a million times in a second before he waggled his finger at me and walked off back in side.

****

That was the first time I had ever seen and met Manny. Manny snaps me out of my little daydream with a clap in front of me.

“How long do you think we will last?” I ask him mindlessly.

I watch Manny as he thinks for a moment. “I don’t really see us breaking up if I’m honest. Your annoying voice has become a part of my daily life. I can’t really imagine life without you.”

A huge smile takes over my face as I kiss Manny. “I am so in love with you.” I whisper against his lips.

“I am in love with you too.” He says back and is about to go in for another kiss when Cookie jumps up and forces us apart. “Never thought I’d have to battle my dog for my girlfriend.” Manny laughs as Cookie growls. He pets her as we get back to watching the movie.

Imagine

Brad’s been away for around three months, and even though you knew that he wouldn’t be back for your Birthday, you still missed him. I mean of course you missed him. Before he left, Brad made you promise that you’d have a party, invite all of your friends and have a blast, well that was one offer you couldn’t refuse. It was the night of your birthday and the party was in full flow, but it still wasn’t the same without Brad, you wanted to rave with him, hug him, get drunk with him but you knew that you couldn’t. The hall was full of people dancing, you were stood by the bar speaking to your uncle, when suddenly the music went off and the hall fell silent. All of a sudden a video appeared on the screen, and there was Brad, stood in the recording studio.
“Hey Y/N, I’m really sorry I can’t be here for your Birthday, I hope you have an amazing day, Happy Birthday beautiful girl, I love you" 
Smiling to yourself, you looked down as everyone awed and clapped. 
"So Y/N” continued the message “If you just look to your left, you should see something familiar”
As you looked to your left, James was stood talking to one of your friends, Jess. He gave you a wave, and you gave a slight wave with a confused expression on your face. He pointed over to the bar, and you excused yourself from your Uncle to step out and look. Stood at the bar talking to your Uncle Harry was Tristan, he raised his glass to you and looked over to the dancefloor. There was Connor breaking things down with your young cousins. You laughed and he gave you a thumbs up, he then tilted his head towards the door. As you shifted your gaze towards the door, a figure stood in his skinny jeans and a shirt. There stood Brad, with hands in his pockets. Running over to the door, you grabbed him and hugged him so tightly. 
“Happy Birthday Sweetheart” He whispered in your ear
Giving him a gentle kiss, the music started and the party continued. Spending the rest of your night on the dancefloor, you danced with Tris, James and Con. Brad came and put his arms around you, dancing to the slow song that was played. Maybe your birthday didn’t turn out to be so bad after all. 

So, I just finished reading Orange and I fell in love with everything, from the story to the drawing style. So much that I want it for myself foaiedueoadjosh so this was my first doodle inspired by it. It’s a bit too similar for now, but it’ll adjust after some time.
Elie and Plue from Rave Master (which I LOVE btw)

Although I was striving to be his soul mate and subtly becoming more aware of myself as a spiritual being, my heart longed for the very temptations he was fighting to conquer.

While I patiently waited at home at Graceland for his returns, planning romantic interludes, he was attempting to overcome worldly temptations and believed he was going through a cleansing period, physically and spiritually. Any sexual temptations were against everything he was striving for, and he did not wish to betray me, the girl waiting at home who was preparing to be his wife.

He felt guilty and confused about his natural reaction to female advances and I believe that this was his greatest fear when it came to marriage. He loved me and deeply wanted to be faithful to me but never felt certain that he could resist temptation. It was a persistent battle, and it even got to the point where he felt he had to resist me.

“Cilla,” he said one night before we went to bed, “you’re going to have to be pretty understanding these next few weeks, or however long it takes. I feel that I have to withdraw myself from the temptations of sex.”

“But why? And why with me?”

He was quite solemn. “We have to control our desires so they don’t control us. If we can control sex, then we can master all other desires.”

When we were in bed, he took his usual dose of sleeping pills, handed me mine, and then, fighting off drowsiness from the pills, pored over his metaphysical books.

As his soul mate I was expected to search for answers as fervently as he did, but I just couldn’t bear reading the ponderous tracts that surrounded us in bed every night.

Usually within five minutes of opening one, I’d be sound asleep. Annoyed at my obvious disinterest, he woke me to share an insightful passage. If I voiced the slightest protest, he’d say, “Things will never work out between us, Cilla, because you don’t show any interest in me or my philosophies.” Then, pointedly: There are a lot of women out there who would share these things with me.“

Faced with this threat, I forced myself to sit up and try to read the passage. The print swam before my eyes in one big blur.

I wanted to share romantic, not religious, inspirations with him. I tried to cuddle as close to him as I could, feeling the warmth of his body. He told me to sit up and listen, and he read yet another passage, repeating it several times to make sure I grasped its significance. I could bear it no longer. I lost control and started screaming.

"I can’t stand it! I don’t want to hear any more! I’m sick and tired of your voice going on and on! It’s—driving—me—crazy!” I was hysterical, pulling at my hair like a wild woman.

“What do you see?” I demanded. “Tell me, what do you see?”

He stared up at me, his eyes half-closed. “A mad woman, a goddamn raving madwoman,” he answered, slurring his words because of the sleeping pills.

I fell on my knees beside him, crying, “No, Elvis, not a madwoman, a woman who needs to make love to and to feel desired by her man. Elvis, you can have your books and me too. Please don’t make me beg,” I cried. “I really need you and want you.”

By the time I’d finished my tirade, all I could hear was the faint sound of religious music playing on the radio. I looked up at him. He had fallen into a deep sleep.

Chapter 25 excerpt from Elvis and Me.