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Real Talk: Jackson. Appropriation VS Appreciation.

This is about Jackson Wang from Got7 wearing dread locks in a Chinese advertisement, just in case you haven’t seen all of the drama and people attacking him. (pictures below)

I’ll start off with saying, I don’t give a fuck that he wore dreadlocks. There, that saved you a lot of reading and time, so if you would like to unfollow/block me, go ahead. Agree to disagree. People want MY opinion on this, so here it is:

The way people are attacking him is all kinds of wrong. I’m ok with people explaining nicely about the history of dreads and how people can take an offense to non Black people wearing that style, that’s their opinion, even though some where being way too harsh about it but reading all the hate comments are disgusting. You would think Jackson got caught in an animal cruelty case (God forbid) or rape case (God forbid), so I’m reading twitter and instagram and saying to myself…what is happening? I’ve never seen K Hip Hop artist get THIS much heat and they wear dreads and braids on a daily basis, but when Jackson wears them in an ad, he gets so much hate and death threats.

“He’s so wrong”

“Educate him”

“He doesn’t care about Black people but he’s wearing our hair style” - Oh I’m sorry I didn’t know Jackson hated Black people..

Let me tell you something, I know people are going to hate me for my opinion, but they hate me anyway lol, so fuck it. I understand where their passion comes from, people hate that other races look up to Black people and want to dress like us, be like us, but at the end of the day they don’t want to be with us or could care less about us for real, I GET IT!. I get it, there’s a lot of people out there that don’t like us for real but wear our hair styles. I understand appropriation. I understand the history of it all. I’m proud to be Black and love my race, my culture and the passion we have.

And I also love that other races look up to our people sooo much that they want to dress like their favorite rapper, or try their style, the rappers themselves are even flattered and don’t care, they just love that they are looked up to and inspire people of all races.

Oh wait, my antil Blackness coon-ness is showing, let me stop! (sarcasm)

But personally, If people who are not Black wear braids, dreadlocks and they’re NOT doing it to mock us, profit from us, claiming it as their own, not a racist, and fucks with my people heavy and NOT doing it to degrade our race (like Jackson!), then I don’t give a damn how you wear your hair, bitch you can wear dreadlocks til yo ass 90, I do not give a damn, there’s some fuck up things going on out there in the REAL world of appropriation. Like this fashion show that was urban themed, gave them afros, braids, but there were no Black people in the show, obviously I was annoyed, because what are they doing? Profiting off of Black people and NOT giving any credit and claiming it as new/ their own. That’s the problem with appropiating. It’s stealing from one’s culture and giving no credit.

What is Jackson doing? Is he racist? is he claiming it as his own? Is he constantly doing it? Is he discrediting Black people and acting like it’s a brand new thing he’s doing?

What did Jackson do that SOOOOOOO MANY other non Black people do every day and are getting their hair braided as I type this. I’m lost as to why people are jumping down his throat and giving him threats and demanding an apology like he said “N*gger” or something?

This girl shared my inner thoughts on appropriation. (should watch this).

And also this.

^ He’s right!  What I said above, he’s NOT doing it to degrade or profit from our race. I said my thoughts before he even responded.

+ People are offended by his response saying he “is saying fck you to us, he doesn’t care about our culture, he doesn’t listen to us”, damn! what do you want him to say? Do you not see the hate comments he’s getting?, telling him to die, saying racial slurs, you guys want to play victim in every little thing so badly, there is NOTHING wrong with his responses, they are haters. He could’ve said worse.

+And “you are on the wrong page” he’s right! If you don’t like him and want to send him hate, then you ARE ON THE WRONG PAGE. If you have a problem with him, then don’t be on his page. don’t even click on it.





The last thing on my mind is someone’s hair. I don’t know about y’all but I got bigger fish to fry in this racist world, and Jackson’s 2 minute twists are the least of the problem.

And I know they will say, “So who cares wrong is wrong, he needs to be educated”, HE IS! He knows about Black people, his role models are Black, so of course he’s going to want what they want, you guys are acting like he wore the dreads to be ignorant and racist and you’re acting like he constantly “steals” from our culture and profits from it, he doesn’t.

I’m out.

Here’s the picture:

Watch the haters come in 3, 2, 1…

anonymous asked:

Pretty pretty please can you write something where Alex and Kara see Maggie when she's on the heavy bag or upset and Kara goes to comfort her but Al's like 'sweetie, I've got this' and it's sweet and comforting and amazing and I've been crying since I woke up this morning please give me something fluffy!

Kara knows something’s wrong the moment she enters the building.

Maggie’s heartbeat is steady, but elevated, hard, and while she’s generally learned to avoid walking into Alex or Maggie’s places – or her own bedroom during game night – when their heartbeats are quick and rapid, Maggie is alone.

She’s alone and loud hip hop that Kara can’t identify is pounding along with a rhythmic thudding.

Kara sighs.

Maggie’s working on her heavy bag.

Normally, Kara wouldn’t give it a second thought – Maggie loves that thing – but she’d had breakfast with James this morning and he’d regaled her with tales of how hard Maggie had just pushed him – and herself – in the gym.

So this probably isn’t her regular workout.

She gives up on the door after it becomes clear that Maggie’s not going to hear it, so she jets around the building and raps, instead, on the living room window.

Maggie’s face – sweat-streaked with focused, furious, intense eyes and messy hair swept off her neck in a high bun – doesn’t change when she sees Kara, and she doesn’t stop bouncing on the balls of her feet.

But she does tug at her gloves with her teeth, and she sheds one to yank the window open for her girlfriend’s little sister.

“Need something, Little Danvers?” she yells over her music, glad she doesn’t have to turn it down because of Kara’s superhearing. Without waiting for an answer, she replaces her glove and goes back to slamming combinations into the bag, working on her breathing and hip rotation with singular focus.

Kara watches her for a long moment.

“How do you do that? Alex says I always drop my left shoulder before I throw a punch, that it gives me away.”

Maggie sighs and gestures Kara in front of her, still weaving up and down on the balls of her feet.

“You shouldn’t have to drop your shoulder because it shouldn’t be up like that to begin with. Keep the tension in your core, not your shoulders.”

She reaches around Kara’s body and hesitates before touching her. Kara nods, suddenly breathless, suddenly shy, and Maggie is somehow both gentle and firm as she shows Kara with a splayed hand on her stomach, how to brace her abs, with gently tapping fingers on her shoulder, prompting her to relax it.

“Good, Little Danvers. Now when you punch, try not to send my bag through the wall, okay?”

Kara grins and pulls her punches, and Maggie surveys her with sharp eyes.

“You seemed pretty in danger of putting it through the wall yourself, Maggie.”

She catches the question in Kara’s voice, and she grunts and shifts Kara by the hips to the side so she can go at the bag again.

“It’s nothing, it’s whatever. Just a workout.”

“I heard you already had an exhausting one this morning.” There’s no judgment in Kara’s voice, just concern, but Maggie launches a rough roundhouse kick at the bag anyway.

“Our line of work, you can’t train too hard.”

“Actually, you – ”

“I’m fine, Kara. What did you need, anyway?”

Kara slips her phone out of her pocket and texts Alex as Maggie launches a new assault on the bag.

“Winn and I are in the mood for pool, and we wondered if you wanted to come.”

“No phone?” Maggie asks without looking at her, and Kara’s heart threatens to break, because she knows her sister’s girlfriend is breaking, but she doesn’t know why.

And her worst nightmare – both of their worst nightmares, she imagines – is not knowing how to help.

“You weren’t answering.” Kara finally reaches over and turns down the music, because her own senses are starting to overload. Maggie opens her mouth to object, but glances at Kara’s face and nods immediately, silently, like she understands without needing an explanation. Because she does.

Kara finds herself hoping that her sister marries this woman.

Maggie keeps her gaze on Kara’s face and her eyes soften somewhat. She stills for the first time since Kara flew in and rips off her gloves with a sigh.

“You ever just… for no reason, everything feels like the world’s ending? Except it’s not actually?”

Kara nods softly, slowly. “This one of those days?”

Maggie just stares at her face for a long moment, like she’s evaluating how much she wants to risk, and before she can decide, Alex’s key scrapes the lock.

One look at Maggie’s somehow both guarded and open face, the sweat pouring down her body, the slow swiveling of the heavy bag, and the concern in Kara’s eyes tells her everything she needs to know.

“Oh sweetie. I got this.” She strides over to Kara, squeezing her hands and kissing her cheek gratefully. “You wanna go get us some takeout?”

“I’ll go to that organic place in Austin, okay?” she tells Maggie, who fights tears and shakes her head, struck silent by the way the Danvers girls just… want to care for her. For some reason she can’t fathom.

“You don’t have to, Little – ”

But Kara’s already kissed her cheek, smiled softly at her sister, and flown back out the window.

Silence rises in her wake, and Maggie goes to put her gloves back on.

“Whoa whoa, okay,” Alex reaches out with gentle hands to stop her. “You don’t have to talk, babe, but you need to be gentler with your body, okay? Can you do that for me?”

Maggie stares at the ground and Alex kisses her forehead.

Maggie backs up.

“I’m all sweaty and gross.”

“Sweaty, yes. Gross? No. Never.”

Maggie sighs and Alex waits until she knows Maggie’s ready for a tiny push.

“One of those days?”

Maggie nods, humiliation written everywhere on her body, and Alex’s heart shatters.

“Well, Kara will be back in a little under an hour. You know what that gives us enough time for?”

“I’m not really up for sex, Danvers.”

Alex pffts. “No! Here, you shower. It’ll help. I’ll warm the towels for you. And I’ll have a surprise waiting when you come out, okay?”

Maggie sighs skeptically, exhaustedly.

“Do you trust me, babe?”

Maggie nods, because if she’s not beating the life out of something, it’s about all she can do.

“Good. So go. Shower.”

She does. She does and she hates every moment of it, especially the parts that make her feel somewhat, somehow, better.

But her throat unsticks and when she steps out of the bathroom in the tank and boxers Alex had slipped in and left for her, she speaks, because she panics.

Because her studio isn’t all that big, yet she can’t see Alex.

Alex, who told her to trust her. And yet she couldn’t see her anywhere.


“Down here, babe!”

Alex’s voice is muffled and the smile in it, the barely restrained, bursting enthusiasm, is so clear that Maggie’s lips start tilting upward of their own accord.

“Danvers, what – “

Because as she rounds the couch, she finds Alex buried in a fort made, it seems, of every single pillow and blanket Maggie owns.

“It’s the Bad Day Tunnel. Or hole. Or fort. Or burrow. I can’t decide what it should be called. Kara would always call it the Fortress of Sistertude, but I very much don’t want you to be my sister, so I figure we should come up with something else.”

In spite of herself, Maggie plops down in the fort next to Alex, who tosses a blanket over her shoulders and lets her lean into her body.

“What does one do in the Bad Day… thing?” she asks in a monotone, because she’s scared that if she allows any emotion into her voice – like the overwhelming feeling of being cared for, being heard, being seen, that Alex is giving her so perfectly – she’ll break.

“One has a bad day. It’s where you go when you’re extra sad. You can do anything you want in the fort. Drink scotch – don’t worry, the scotch is for you, I brought myself root beer – ” And sure enough, there are bottles and glasses in the center of the fort – “and when Kara gets back, eat food. There can be music and there can be crying and there can be yelling and there can be cuddling, and I brought tissues and your favorite stuffed animals and your phone in case you want to just zone out and scroll through Instagram or something.”

“So basically you made me a depression tent. Where I can be depressed and it’s okay.”

Alex’s eyes fly wide, thinking that Maggie hates it. Thinking that she’s messed up, thinking that she’s hurt her more, offended her, been insensitive to her, not heard her.

“Yes?” Her voice is small and her voice is terrified, but then Maggie’s soft lips are on hers, and it’s one of the softest kisses they’ve ever shared, because Maggie has the energy to beat a heavy bag senseless but she doesn’t have the energy to sustain a passionate kiss, so Alex lets it stay soft, stay gentle, stay tender, stay perfect.

“I love you, Alex,” Maggie whispers into her lips, and Alex swears she won’t cry.

“I love you too, Maggie. However you feel, whenever you feel it.”

They’re both asleep in the depression tent when Kara returns with three heaping bags of takeout, and she smiles and sets the bags down and crawls into the fort, the tent, the safety, with her sister and her future sister-in-law. Alex feels Kara’s warmth and hums happily, shifting in her sleep so Kara can slip onto Maggie’s other side and help Alex hold her safe, hold her steady, hold her loved.

Hamilton High School AU!

A/N: I’m so excited for this! With every person’s headcanon there’s a little something about me too!

Request: no one asked for this, but did that stop me from writing it? No

Let’s start with Aaron because he is me

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anonymous asked:

I would really really really really really like to hear your opinions on Marie Lu's WARCROSS cover. Like, really.

SO this cover has been Much Discussed since its release earlier today and I have seen some very mixed reactions. understandable. it’s a weird rainbow cube.

But I actually like it? I appreciate the non-traditional, very dynamic way to present the title. It’s definitely Out There conceptually, and kind of obtuse in terms of semiotics; like, what are we looking at here? A Rubicks cube but……. future? gaming? sci-fi? what? But I’m in favor of weird abstractions on the cover as long as they’re relevant and interesting, and the colors/ iridescent metallic effects here are SUPER striking. The motion blur effects could have been handled a little better, but that’s a nitpick. There’s a very slight tilt shift/ depth of field blurring and it’s v classy; one of the hardest things about doing a Single Photorealistic Item as ur cover focus is maintaining some sense of depth (and therefore visual interest) despite your object ostensibly not existing in a real space; this nails that. Given that the goal here is basically to communicate “VIDYA GAMES/SLEEK TECHY STUFF” and there’s any number of super obvious/ less interesting ways they could have gone with that, I think this is a cool, surprising solution, executed well. And it’s super unique; I can’t think of a single cover to compare it to.

(I’ve had design teachers espouse that good design is liked by all but great design is always going to have some people passionately hate it. I don’t know if I’d call this great design, but there’s something to be said for inherent controversy of opinion re designs that take real creative risks.)

Also, regarding the Queen’s Thief covers that have been asked about (still working on a full post for those, BUT), the War Cross cover is actually a good entry into “cover designers using 3D rendered text/ objects.” And, wouldn’t you know it, there’s a reason; Lu linked to the person who designed this and they specialize in 3D modeled typography; like, that’s their entire instagram gallery. @ art directors take note.

I’m also gonna take this opportunity to look at Lu’s other covers, bc they’re not very good.


Regarding the Young Elites series, um, there’s a difference between typographically driven and “hey we just put some type over some textures” and this is rly straddling the line. They also don’t look great together, and. lol. how bout those SUPERIMPOSED WOLF EYES.

I’m not saying it looks like a werewolf romance novel but I don’t have to.

the evidence speaks for itself.

bet y’all didn’t expect this post to end on werewolf smut, did you.

we have fun here at bookcoversalt.


Chilling with these two… After years of websites pretending these two badass ladies knew each other well and baseless, false information of back stabbing and hatred from low-brow websites filled the minds and hearts of fans… They finally were able to get together for their first real dinner. Let’s stop spreading hate everyone, there’s already too much of that right now in our world. Join in on the love. Only love here- always has been always will be. Media companies preying on the passion from vulnerable and or impressionable minds of fans to sell advertising through click-though traffic is a disease in our society. It’s poisonous.
Let’s finish this series with respect and kindness and continue that in our lives. I think it’s time. What do think?


In which me, a crazy Bughead shipper with emotional connections to all characters and the handling of them, goes on super long rants on Instagram confession posts when people say ‘Barchie HAS to happen’ or ‘The love triangle (I think it’s more of a quadriangle now) is so iconic’.. 

Yes, I am extremely passionate. 

Yes, I’m fairly new to tumblr but all Bughead accounts are so nice and welcoming, I thought I’d see if anyone agrees or if I’m just plain cray-cray.

No, this isn’t any hate to any writers/creators/actors/characters/ships. It’s just an un-harmful opinion.

don’t mind me just about to get all emotional up in here again

i miss chris, i miss his tweets and his puns, I miss his instagram posts and his a+++ captions and emoji use, i miss seeing him talk so passionately about his role, i miss his interviews, reading how interesting and smart he is

i really hate these antis, i have no issues with you hating his character (i hate the mon hate but at the end of the day it’s tiring sticking up for a fictional character and you’re entitled to your opinion about characters), but i can’t stand how they hate on an innocent man who is so incredibly undeserving of this hate, i can’t stand how they know they don’t have a reason to hate him so they insult his looks and his talent, and i especially hate how they call him an abuse apologist for doing his job, how they have attacked him by saying things i don’t even want to repeat, all because of a fucking fictional character and ship

like chris means so much to so many people and you’re taking him away from us, it isn’t fair

the signs watching their favourite sports (football) team
  • taurus: We're gonna win this!! No wait we won't :( Okay yes guys we will win!
  • gemini: they're letting me down again wow what a shit team i hate them so muc- *team scores* YAAAASSS FINALLY GOD BLESS THEM THESE ARE MY BOYS
  • cancer: *is really supportive. cries a lot*
  • libra: *only knows half of the players, probably doesn't even give a shit, but takes a pic and instagrams* so proud of my club 💕💕 #COYG
  • scorpio: *singing the hymn/anthems; passionate af*
  • capricorn: *#1 pessimist; places bets against their team*
  • aquarius: *hates their club's rivals with a passion, would probably rather die than lose to them*
  • pisces: *emotional but loyal; at EVERY game; singing; always a proud supporter no matter what! (can be a dick tho)*
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Hello I’m a 16 years old guy who lives in the south of Spain, I’m going to graduate  next semester and school is  getting harder.

I love listening jazz music, photography is my passion, and I want to travel all around Asia and south America. I have no idea what to do next year, I really  don’t like my classmates and I hate my mathematics’ teacher. I prefer YouTube before anything else. I’m kinda antisocial (maybe is because I’m Capricorn ♑ hehe), I’m very interested in Illuminatis and masonry. I love Friday Kahlo, Pablo Picasso, and Salvador Dalí, also I like tattoos and long conversations (feel free to tell me anything about life) If you still want to know about me check my instagram @unpuntomenos and my tumblr @whateveryoudream Chat you soon 
It Hurts (Jay Park x Reader)

P.S @khiphoponeshots I love your kind and caring ass bitch. To anyone out there that wants to meet a genuine, loving, beautiful and supportive soul, go to her. This is for you babe


 You loved him, you really did, but the evidence was right here. Your best friend came up to you with a serious look on her face, bitting her lip when she sat down, you knew something was up. She passed you her phone and said

 “Look closely” 

you examinated the picture, your eyes went straight to his neck. You never gave him hickeys, first because you thought they were weird and second, because your relationship wasn’t public.

 You looked up to your friend, she loved Jay and they were close, but she looked equally pissed, she had straight up threaten him to burn the studio if he fucks up 

“Can I handle it?” 

 she was up for a fight. You sighed and shook your head negstively, your mind wanted to give him a chance, the benefit of the doubt. 

“No, I have to do this” 

 “Fine, but can I do it after you talk to him?” 

“We’ll see” 

You went out of the room. You called him, waiting for him to pick up

 “Hey baby”

 “I need to talk to you”

 You went straight to the point. He didn’t know why, but you sounded serious, mad.

 “Umm, sure”

 “Ok, when will you go home?”

 He realised that something bad happened. You didn’t want to visit him at the studio, that meant something, that something was not good.

 “I can come over yours”


Maybe that would be better. Since you lived with your vest friend, you could instantly run to her and cry on her shoulder. 

“I love you”


You hanged up. Jay was left stunned, could you really now? No, how could you know? You didn’t meet up with him. He can’t tell you about it, it would destroy you, you would leave him. He was selfish, he couldn’t let you go.


You didn’t hug him when you opened the door, you just moved to the side and let him in. He was nervous, you both could tell that something was bound to happen. He sat down with you in the couch

“Was she good?”


“The girl that gave you the hickey, I saw the picture”

 He didn’t know what to say. He just looked at your face, biting his lips, thinking whay was the right answer. 

“I’m sorry”

 That’s all he could say. He was ashamed of what he did, he loved you, you were his queen, his woman. You stood by his side, you loved him, flaws and all, you suffered through the tours, the long hours on the studio, the sneaking around and it was all for him. Is this how he paid you off?

 “I can’t believe you” 

You rose from the couch, running your hand through your hair in frustration. “Let me explain”

 “Explain what Jay? I don’t want to hear the details” 

Your voice got louder, your eyes sparkled with rage, you were hurt.

 “It was just a kiss, it was after the concert, I had too much to drink and just got lost, Ari” 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” 

You yelled. He tried to hold your hand, but you pulled away. Those hands had touched another person, those lips have kissed another woman, he has been ‘marked’ by a random girl at a club.

 “How could you do this Jay? I stood by your side, I supported you, this is what I get as a thank you?” 

You were pointing fingers,your eyes were full of tears. By the time you finished your sentence, some of them managed to escape, running down your cheeks and dripping from your chin. He couldn’t stand it when you cried, you were a person that always had a smile on your face so when he saw those tears, it was like knifes to his heart. He didn’t know what to do, what could make this better? You sat down on the couch, hiding your face in your hands. He kneeled down to your level, he wanted to apology

 “I don’t know what to say Ari, I love you I really do, I regret it with every fiber of my being.”

 “Get the fuck out!” 

Your best friend yelled. Jay stood up and looked at her, of course she would entervene, he wouldn’t expect anything else 

“Serafina please”

 She grabbed him by his shirt, dragging him away from you. 

“I don’t want to hear it, you are out”

 She opened the door and pushed him out with all her power, closing the door to his face. You heard her footsteps getting closer to you, she sat next to you and wrapped her arms around your fragile figure, hugging you in a motherly way. You broke down to her arms, she was one of the few people you felt comfortable about crying in front of them.

 “It hurts” 

“I know baby, I know. Let it out Ari, it’s okay”

 She whispered, rubbing your back. The tears kept coming, your nose was running and the sobs shook your entire body.

 “I love him” 

“I know you do. Everything is going to be alright”


 He never stopped contacting you. He called you, texted you, emailed you, he even send you direct messages to instagram and twitter. You thought that maybe you should talk to him give him a chance to explain, you missed him and loved him dearly, you’ve been together for more than a year. Did he deserve a chance?


Your Best friend hated the idea with a passion. She was very protective over you, but she saw how miserable you were those days, she just held her tongue back and nodded. At the end of the day it was your life and she respected that, so she let you do what you wanted to. To You agreed on meeting him at the studio, when everyone had already left the building. You dressed casual and drove there, you gripped the steering wheel, your mins was racing with thoughts. This could end great or it could go all the way wrong, leaving you in tears. You took a deep breath as you knocked the door, he opened it with a smile, he had missed you and seeing your face brought him joy.

 He acted without thinking so he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your waist, you hugged him back. You stayed like this for a while, taking in each others presence, he kissed your hair and leaned to whisper in your ear 

“How are you?” 

“I’m good”

 He let you go and closed the door. You sat down on the leather couch, he sat down in his chair.

 “I missed you” 

He said. You didn’t know how to answer that, honestly you didn’t even know what to say at all, you didn’t think this through. He picked up on your awkward and hesitand attitude, so he decided to speak first 

“You don’t know how much I love you Ari, I miss you every day. I never though I would lose you, I never wanted to lose you, you are the girl of my dreams. I hurted you, I cannot even forgive myself”

 “You kissed another woman. She gave you a hickey”

You stated. You could see and feel how sincere he was, you saw the pain in his eyes, you noticed the dark circles under his eyes. 

“I’m not too selfish to not beg. I will beg you for another chance, I don’t deserve it, but I want it. I need you Ari, you are the person that keeps me going, you are the woman I want to spoil, the woman I want to call ‘princess’, the woman I want to hug, the woman I want to kiss, the woman I want to make love with. Please Ari”

 It was the first time you saw him tear up, his hands were shaking

 “All I want is to love you and be loved by you, i lost a think I thought I won”

 He whispered, as his head hanged down, looking at the floor. You got up walked to him, you sat in his lap, wrapping your legs amd arms around him, putting your head at the crook of his neck. He instantly hugged you back 

“I love you”

 You whispered in his ear. You didn’t fully forgive him, but you believed in him, you knew that he had true and raw feelings for you.

 “I love you too”

 His voice was groggy, deep. You looked at him, reaching to wipe away his tears. 

“Don’t hurt me again” 

“I won’t, I promise you that”

Originally posted by huckleberryb

Dating Jackson would include

| Mark version | Jaebum version |

- first of all Jackson is an angel, we all know that

- he would be the cutest boyfriend ever

- he would always be there for you

- and would always be worried about you and would always know if something was wrong 

- “Are you sure that you are alright, Y/N?”

- “Yes Jackson, I’m great.” 

- “I can see that something is wrong.”

- he would always rub your back while hugging tightly 

- “I missed you so much, Y/N!” 

- “We didn’t see us for only two days Jackson.” 

- he would try to hide his relationship but would fail 

- “My biggest inspiration is definitely my girl- I meant best friend Y/N.”

- the other boys would tease him because of that

- surprises every. freaking. day. 

- you would always either find roses or sweets in your house 

- he would also leave some cute notes written on little pieces of papers 

- “I tried to make you pancakes because I know that you love them but I kinda failed so I bought you your favourite food instead :)”

- and then you would find another note

- “I’m sorry about the mess in the kitchen. I will clean it up later.”

- and you would know that he wouldnt clean it up

- he would love to play with your hands

- and with your hair

- i feel like jackson would love your hair

- he would probably grab it while kissing you

- jackson kisses would be incredible

- with so much passion

- and slow

- ugh

- he would also love to kiss your neck 

- and would know your sweet spot

- jackson would love to see you wearing his clothes

- i feel like jackson hates fighting

- “Hey Y/N, I’m sorry, ok? I really hate it when we don’t talk to each other.”

- he would probably post a picture of you on instagram but the picture would be blurry so the fans would not be able to see your face because he doesn’t want you to get hate

- but he would write “I love you” in 1000000 languages in the caption

- jackson would always want to make you proud

- “How was the performance, Y/N? Did I look good?”

- “You were fantastic, Jackson.”

- that would mean the world to him 

- jackson would love to talk to you about the future

- “Do you think that our children will be as beautiful as you are?”

- “I hope they get your eyes because I love your eyes.”

- “You will be the best mother and best wife ever, Y/N.”

- then he would rest his head on your shoulder and fall asleep

- jackson would also be very jealous

- “Who was the boy you were talking to yesterday, Y/N?”

- “It was just one of my friends, Jackson.”

- “Hmm… Ok…”

- a lot of cuddling

- he would help you to fall asleep by playing with your hair

- jackson would also call you every day because he needs to hear your voice before going to bed

- jackson would be a great boyfriend because he is cute af but also sexy af at the same time

me: i hate d/e/n/n/o/r with a burning passion because denmark is my brother

also me: this image of me in denmarks coat? this is my icon now, im putting it on my ids page too. i love this image. i dont know why, really. but its my favourite. its my skype icon too, and will be my instagram icon when one of my datemates breaks our matching icons. on discord too, this is my icon. im not being dramatic or anything, i just really……. really……… love this image? w

More Leoji Headcanons

bc i’m bored and also trying to stay up until 11pm for free pancakes

includes some juicy shit @maracachin and i yelled about

y’all ready to get the cute and fluffy

  • guanghong flying to the u.s. to surprise leo on his birthday!!!
  • like he totally conspired with leo’s family
  • and tied a gigantic bow around his waist bc he’s the birthday present
  • PILLOW FIGHTING!!!!!! and cute pillow talks after that
  • leo teaching guanghong the traditional american art of food fighting
  • guanghong actually thinking that it’s a real american tradition
  • phichit: hey guang–
  • gh: *throws a cup of flour at phichit*
  • phichit: *coughs* omg what the heck guanghong???!
  • gh: it’s ok it’s an american tradition
  • phichit: it’s not???
  • gh: ur not american
  • phichit: ???? i live in detriot???????
  • phichit, five minutes later, in ultimate realization: oh goDDAMIT LEO DE LA IGLESIA
  • BOYFRIEND!!!! SHIRTS!!!!!! AND MATCHING!!!!!!!!!! HOODIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
  • leo and guanghong doing mini duet covers of songs and putting them on instagram
  • (leo plays the guitar while guanghong gets the shaker)
  • guanghong HATES time zones with a burning passion, but guess who likes to see his cute-when-sleepy face when they skype
  • they took NOH8 pics together once
  • and binge-watched of all of the harry potter movies
  • (they’re both hufflepuffs FIGHT ME)
  • tickle fights where guanghong always win
  • they both love staying behind the movie for all of the credits 

anonymous asked:

Her Instagram pics were so much better in 2015 than now

her ig aesthetic is still pretty nice like i won’t hate on it it’s cute, kinda black/white/brown theme. but we all know the lavender filter & ig borders of 2014-15 was like the best ig aesthetic of anyone ever… soooooo pretty and made her whole ig look so soft and relaxing and pleasing. iconic, queen of ig aesthetics


Chanyeol - 150723 Instagram account update: “많이 힘들고 화도많이나고 답답하죠? 우리가 안아줄꺼고 우리가 위로해줄께요 그러니깐 우리믿고 항상 좋은것만 보고 좋은말만 해요 앞으론 제가했던말 기억하죠? 맘편히 사랑만 할수있게 해줄께요😊”

“You’re angry and frustrated and very tired, right? We will hug you and we’ll comfort you so just trust us and always see only good things and say good things. You remember what I said before, right? I’ll make it so that you can love without worries”

some random pansmione headcanons (bc i’m pansmione trash)

  • okay so pansy just. has to be touching her gf at all times
  • like she’ll hold hermione’s hand, put her arm around her or be playing with her hair
  • she just loves hermione so much and wants to touch her. all the time like pansy chill
  • and hermione pretends like it doesn’t effect her but her heart races like crazy. and whenever pansy does that (which is basically whenever pansy is present) hermione can’t think about anything other than her gf
  • and she scowls and rolls her eyes, but never tells her to stop, but when pansy does stop, hermione will take pansy’s hand and put in on her thigh or something
  • but when pansy brings it up hermione’s like babe idk what you’re talking about shut up and she gets all flustered
  • also i imagine that crookshanks hated pansy so much
  • like…. with a passion. (bc tbh i think theyre exactly the same they’re both feisty, intelligent and love hermione w all of their hearts)
  • but eventually he warms up to her, like if pansy has a bad day he’ll crawl into her lap, but pansy has to pet him, and if she doesn’t he’ll growl (i know he’s a cat but listen. crookshanks will growl ok)) utill pansy does.
  • hermione takes a million pictures with her muggle phone and posts all of them on her instagram (pansy thinks the muggle phone is dumb, but when hermione isn’t looking she’ll play candy crush non stop)
  • and pansy starts to paint. and she’s kinda terrible and clueless but hermione thinks pansy is adorable (especially with that baby pink paint smeared on her cheek) and tells her that. pansy grumbles and pouts bc she’s not adorable she’s intimidating and scary.
  • she reluctantly starts going to muggle art classes and actually starts to get better
  • pansy’s favourite thing to paint is hermione but she hides the majority of them bc there are an embarrassing amount of paintings of her.
  • like she’s literally added a new hidden room in their apartment so she could hide her paintings there bc she’s very self conscious about them. and there are so many of hermione omg how does she have time to do anything other than paint hermione???? (she doesn’t)
  • and one day hermione accidentally finds the room and gets so overwhelmed. the paintings are actually beautiful like damn pansy got so good?? (ofc she did she hasn’t stopped painting since she started like) and like 90% of the paintings are of her and she feels so loved and she just loves her gf so much.
  • and pansy comes home from an afternoon of hanging out with her bffs draco and blaise to find hermione in the painting room
  • pansy pales and is like shit shit shit mione probably hates me gr8 (why would she hate you pansy stop pls???)
  • but as soon as hermione sees her she hugs her so hard and the make out for what seems like forever
  • until crookshanks starts growling and scratching their feet bc he wants attention and he isn’t getting any.

@jadeameliabadwi: still can’t quite believe we actually performed at the Brit Awards last night. And were nominated for two awards! We mightn’t have won but we had one of the best nights of our lives. Thank you so much to all the fans who voted for us ❤️ I am so fucking proud of us and what we’ve achieved. We don’t let any hate harm us or stop our determination to constantly want to do better. We worked so hard on this performance and are over the moon with the reaction it’s had. I love our whole team around us for having the same passion that we have ❤️ We had an epically cheesy movie style hug watching Adele closing the awards and I realised, once again, that there is nobody else I’d rather share my dreams with than these 3 girls ❤️

*Tagged by hainue to answer the things


- Snuck out: Nope

- Broke a bone: One time my brother broke my leg trying to make me do the split when we were little

- Cried yourself to sleep: Yeah

- Self Harmed: Kinda

- Been Depressed: Mhm

- Been lonely: Yes almost everyday


- Birth date: 8/20/1996

- Biggest fear: the dark

- Relationship status: currently being held hostage by scribbliestbear 

- Dream job: animator, I want to create a show

- Dream Car: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Dream house: nice house or apartment with a nice view (aesthetics are everything


- Like someone: yeah

- love someone: yes

- have a bf/gf: yes

-Want a bf/gf: gee idk

- Have Tattoos: nope

- Have piercings: nope

- Party?: nnnnnnoooooooo


- Band: Passion Pit

-Movie: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Tv Series: *breathes heavily* Legend of Korra

- Book: the harry potter series

- Color: pink atm

- Animal: Bears


- Twitter or Facebook: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-Twitter or Instagram: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Instagram or Facebook: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

-Coke or Pepsi: Coke

- Coffee or Tea: Coffee (although I dont drink either I just like the smell of coffee)

- Tacos or Pizza: pizza

- Summer or Winter: summer

WOULD YOU EVER??????????????????????????????????

- Get Married: maybe

- Have kids: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- Swim with sharks: no?

- Share a banana: i hate bananas just take the damn thing away from me

- Eat rotten food: no?

- Marry a foreigner: yeah if they are nice

-not gonna tag anyone-

jadeameliabadwi: still can’t quite believe we actually performed at the Brit Awards last night. And were nominated for two awards! We mightn’t have won but we had one of the best nights of our lives. Thank you so much to all the fans who voted for us ❤️ I am so fucking proud of us and what we’ve achieved. We don’t let any hate harm us or stop our determination to constantly want to do better. We worked so hard on this performance and are over the moon with the reaction it’s had. I love our whole team around us for having the same passion that we have ❤️ We had an epically cheesy movie style hug watching Adele closing the awards and I realised, once again, that there is nobody else I’d rather share my dreams with than these 3 girls ❤️