i hate like almost all of my exes

Pass me the controller part 2

Here is the second part of this imagine, I hope you enjoy, this one was certainly a lot more fun to write. Again, let me know if you want to see a part 3 xo


After failing at FIFA for an hour or so and drinking much more than I planned I actually remember why I was there in the first place. I was having so much fun with Jack that I had completely forgotten about all the drama with my ex. It was only when my phone lit up with another phone call from him that I remembered.

“Is that him?” Jack asks, slightly slurrring.

“Yeah just ignore it. He’ll only try giving me all the excuses he can think of but they’re not going to work this time!” My vision is a little blurry and my hand is shaking as I try to flip over my phone. I can’t even remember how much I’ve had to drink.

Before I can react Jack has picked up my phone, “hey jackass.” He shouts. My heart pounds. “If you know what’s good for you then you’re never going to call y/n again. Don’t text her, don’t try and find her, just leave her alone because you’re a fucking douchebag ok!” And with that he hangs up grinning proudly.

“Oh my god.” Is all I can get out.

“That should do the trick”

We both burst out laughing, “I can’t believe you just did that! Thank you!” I throw my arms around him and give him a huge hug. As soon as he wraps his arms around my waist I feel the atmosphere change. He’s nuzzled his head into my neck and his arms are wrapped around my waist.

I don’t know if it’s the alcohol but I swear I feel him smell my hair. I pull away from the embrace, unsure of how to react. His beautiful big blue eyes are staring into mine, trying to read my expression. My mind wanders back to what he was saying earlier about the girl he liked. Surely he wouldn’t hug me like that if there was another girl he was interested. Or maybe I’m just going crazy. 

“I should probably head home.” I mutter, not totally convinced that’s the right this to say. 

“You’re not in any condition to go anywhere y/n." 

"I can’t stay here. I don’t have anything with me" 

"You can have one of my t-shirts and you can sleep in my bed, come on,” he takes me by the hand and pulls me up. My heart flutters at his touch. I can’t believe it. Not only am I falling for Jack but I’m flaking for him when he admits to me he’s in love with another girl. I am such an idiot. 

“No honestly I’m ok. I’ll sleep on the couch maybe” I pull my hand away from him and he looks hurt. 

“Y/n I’m trying to help you. You’re clearly hurting but you can’t be mad at every guy, we’re not all like your ex, especially me, as much as you don’t believe it.” He look on his face is breaking my heart. I’ve gone from hating Jack’s arrogant guts to wanting him to hold me like he did before in a matter of a couple of hours. It’s almost making me feel sick. 
Actually I feel really sick. 

I think I’m going to throw up. 

I run to the bathroom and hear Jack call out after me.
My eyes go white and I start uncontrollably vomiting into the toilet. My eyes water and my face goes bright red. 

“It’s ok, let it out” I think I hear Jack behind me. 

As I come to I realise he’s right next to me, one hand holding my up and the other holding my hair. As I sit up he wipes my face with a towel and finger combs my hair smooth. I’m so embarrassed, “thank you” I manage to get out. 

“Don’t worry about it babe” he holds my face in his hands, “you’re definitely not going anywhere tonight. You look gross.” It takes all the energy I have but I manage to punch him in the arm and he giggles, “come on let’s brush your teeth ” He scoops me up in his arms and carries me through the door way and into the bathroom.

“You don’t have to do this Jack, I can walk” I wriggle out of him arms and immediately fall to the floor. Not only am I still drunk but I am also exhausted from crying and vomiting up he entire contents of my stomach. Great.

“Y/n! Just trust me ok?”

“You’re incredible.” I blurt out. I meant to say that in my head.

“If you can look me in the eye and say that to me again when you’re sober I’ll believe you” he walks over to me with a shirt, “put this on ok? I’ll be back in a minute with some water for you.”

He vanishes from the rooms and I successfully manage to brush my teeth but taking my dress off proves to be a little harder than anticipated due to a ridiculous amount of zips and buttons.

After what feels like an hour of trying to get out of my dress I hear jacks footsteps coming back up the hallway. He laughs as soon as he sees me.

“Help me” I ask pathetically.

He puts the water down, grabs his shirt and comes over. I turn my back to him so he can undo my dress but he hesitates, “it’s not that complicated” I tell him.

“No it’s not that,” his voice almost quivers. I can see in the corner of my eye that his hands are hovering just above my dress. He catches me looking and snaps himself out of whatever he was doing. After two zip and buttons my dress completely falls down before I can catch it.

I feel my cheeks redden again and reach for the shirt in jacks hands but he’s not paying attention. His eyes are fixated on me. Taking in every inch of me in my bra and underwear. His eyes flick to mine and he has a lust in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. He comes towards me, still holding the shirt in his hand. He stands inches from my face and looks from my eyes to my lips back and forth.

I lean in and press my lips on his. It’s like I have no self control. My heart is beating to fast I can barely breathe. He puts his hand to the back of my neck and I feel myself soften. He pulls me in closer, my body against his and kisses me deeper. I let out a little moan as he kisses down my neck, sending chills down my spine. His hands are all over me, touching every inch of my body like it’s the only chance he’ll get. I clumsily try to lift his shift up and thankfully he pulls it over his own head. He’s so much more muscular than I ever knew. He’s so warm and so loving, kissing me all over. He pulls away from my lips for only a moment as he picks me up and carries me to his bedroom, pushing me back onto the bed, crawling on top and locking lips again. Hes messy and rough, leaving marks on my neck and chest. I start to run and the bulge building in his pants. “Y/n” he whispers, almost out of breath. The way he says my name sends me into overdrive, “y/n” he says again, a little more impatient this time. He pulls away from me, “Conor’s home”

twenty one

request: Please can you write a piece where Harry forgets y/ns birthday? But she tries not to show she’s upset with a happy ending? Xx

no warnings! pure fluff ahead

It was my twenty first birthday. Harry hadn’t mentioned he had any plans for my birthday, but I assumed it was because he was trying to surprise me. I was pretty attuned to what he was doing at all times so if he had even mentioned anything about my birthday I would have figured out in seconds what he was planning. He couldn’t keep a secret from me if his life depended on it.

I woke up on my birthday to an empty bed, which was slightly confusing as I was sure Harry had been in it last night. I rolled over to his side and found a paper on his pillow.

In the studio today. See you later tonight, love you. -H.

I frowned at the note. He was really going to spend my birthday in the studio? Had he forgotten? How could he forget? It was January 26th, just under a week away from his own birthday. There was no way, no way, he could possibly forget my birthday. Maybe he left a present in the kitchen?

I yawned and pulled myself out of bed, padding down the hallway. I searched the kitchen high and low, the living room, I even checked Harry’s closet in our room to see if he was trying to hide it. Nothing. I frowned and bit my cheek. He could have it with him? Not that the present was the point, I just wanted some indication that he hadn’t forgotten my birthday.

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Branches - Wicked Dragon Queen family

for @geeky-galpal who gave me all the Zelena thoughts last night. Lily and Zelena talk about Regina and Maleficent. 

also on Ao3

She thought if her sister fell in love again, it would be someone heroic: noble, foolish, endearing, disgustingly good. 

Not a villain. Especially not a villain who already has a child who happens to look a heck of a lot like her sister. Not that anyone else seems capable of noticing. 

Her little sister hasn’t, of course. Never really thinks anything through. 

It started when Regina was sick. Tonsillitis, which is funny really. Her foolish little sister gets thrown against walls, beaten to a pulp being damned heroic against whatever villain the stupid town has managed to antagonize this week, but it’s tonsillitis that makes her stay home. Ridiculous.

Of course, she doesn’t even tell Zelena. No, she hears about her sister being sick third hand at the diner from the not-so-Charmings and her nephew (who is still a bit jumpy because she did try to strangle him last year.) Can’t blame him for that. Still haven’t figured out how to apologize properly. Sorry, really hated your mum at the time didn’t know we were actually sisters who cared about each other. Blame grandma. She’s a piece of work that one.

“Well, it makes sense. Maleficent can’t catch strep throat.” Snow makes it sound perfectly logical that a dragon makes a good nursemaid and Zelena’s relieved there’s no space at her table so she can’t be expected to sit there.

Zelena rolls her eyes and shifts baby Robin to the other arm so she can eat. Bloody diner only has two high chairs and little Prince Neal basically has one on reserve. 

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@patricelavoie_ 38, Montreal (Canada) Director of PR, ex Firefighter and ex TV Journalist. I started to grow a chevron mustache 5 years ago for @Movember. I liked it : that was different, a bit edgy, a bit old school, a bit cop from the 70s ;-) I got so many compliments (mostly from guys) that I started to shave it less and less often (even though my ex hated it).

Now I keep a mustache all year long. You have to be confident and own it, because you have people commenting on it all the time. Over the year, it has almost become a trademark and a sign of my engagement towards promoting men’s health as an volunteer ambassador for @movember.

anonymous asked:

Why are men so disgusting about bi women? It's like they either hate us or they sexualize us. My ex knew I was bi and when he found out he suddenly became very mistrusting of me and was always paranoid I was cheating on him. It's like they're almost THREATENED by our attraction to women since they feel so entitled to women

I know! Men are fucking disgusting and they think they can possess bi women because they love fetishizing us. Tbh they can all die. 

A drabble: Draco Malfoy, Harry potter

Anonymous said:

Draco malfoy draft 5

Sure! :)

#5 : “Quick! Pretend that we’re dating”

When my now to be ex left me for some other girl, I was devastated. I couldn’t understand why he did that, was I not good enough? I had all those thoughts going on my head, and I was so sad all the time. But as a Slytherin, I kept it all inside at least for the public. But when I was with my friends, Pansy, Draco and Blaise,  I could speak about it and they helped me. After a week, I started to get more angry than sad. Who the hell he think he is?

I thought about different kinds of revenges, but after awhile, I decided that I wouldn’t do anything, because he wasn’t worth it. But I did try to make some special effort on my appearance, to let him see what he gave up, and will never get again. It did still however hurt me to think about, but I started to feel better.

Well, until one of my friend decided to throw a party, and as she was friends with me and with my ex, she invited both of us. I didn’t want to go, but Pansy pleaded me to come with her, and I didn’t have a heart to not go, as she didn’t really have other girlfriends. Almost all the others in the Hogwarts hated my friends, but that is because they didn’t know the real them. And Draco was something more than a friend to me, but I thought that he wasn’t interested of me like that, so I never did a move on him, fearing that it may ruin our friendship. So I had decided to move on with my life and gotten together with my now-to-be ex. But that little crush still however still was there, on the background.

A few hours before the party, I started to get through my wardrobe, and after a while, I decided to wear my new dress. It was a black glitter dress, and cut quite simply. I put on also black high heels and big diamond earrings. I put my (Y/H/C) hair nicely, and did my make up. Then I went to look for Pansy. She was sitting in the Slytherin common room, and talking with Blaise and Draco. They all looked nice too. I saw that Draco looked at me a bit longer than usual, and when he saw that I looked at him, we both turned our heads, and blushed. Pansy and Blaise looked at each others knowingly. “Alright, let’s get going”, Pansy said happily, and grabbed my hand, and got me moving towards the door and the party.

After a while in the party, I got annoyed and tired of the loud noise, so I just went to sit on the one of the chairs next to a wall, until I saw that my ex arrived. And not alone. I don’t know what went in me, but I rose from my seat, and walked to Draco, who was just standing and looking bored. I grabbed his hand, and turned him to face me.  “Quick! Pretend that we’re dating”, I whispered to him. He looked at me weirdly, and I subtly nodded towards my ex, and he realised what was going on. “So you want to make him jealous?”, he asked me smirking. I nodded with mischievous smile. “Okay”, he said and stepped a bit closer. “Let’s just talk, and look like you don’t even know that he is in the same room, okay?”, he said smiling. I nodded and returned the smile.

He told me some terrible stories and jokes and I laughed to them, and it was not all just pretend. I really liked talking to him. He came closer all the time, and we talked more quietly, and he sometimes touched, my arm, or hair, and I felt like I would die because my heart beated so fast.

Then I looked subtly to where my ex was, and I saw that he looked at me angrily, then grabbed that other girl, and kissed him, right there and then, knowing that I would see it. I quickly looked away, and I knew that Draco had also seen it. He didn’t say anything for a while. “You still care about him?”, he asked quietly. “No, I don’t care about him. I just still don’t understand that why he did it to me. He treated me like I wasn’t good enough to him. I guess I wasn’t” , I laughed bitterly. “Hey listen to me, you are the most beautiful girl here is, and you are so smart, and funny. He couldn’t possibly have found better girl, because there isn’t!”, he said quickly and sternly. I looked at him with amazed eyes, and then he realised what he had just said. “You think so?”, I asked quietly, with a small smile. “Well,..yes”, he said embarrassed.

I couldn’t hold back anymore, and I just grabbed his face, and kissed him. He kissed me back almost immediately, and held my head with his hands. After a while, we broke, to breath, and he just looked me in the eyes. “God, I have wanted to do that so long”, I said laughing. “Yeah, me too”, he said smiling.  And I didn’t even bother to look at my ex anymore.


I’m so confused about people saying SNS isn’t canon because NaruHina/SasuSaku fans are homophobic because like.. my husband’s ex bf, who’s gay, hated SNS? He hates Sasuke and almost all of the gay scene I met in SK (including gay/lesbian/bi/pan peeps) hated SNS.. they shipped NaruGaa and essentially said Gaara was better

i know none of you guys really care but omg, okay. so you all know about my asshole ex, or at least the majority of you do. i was with him on and off for like 4, almost 5 years and he had this friend the whole time, who HATED me. i mean he was his best friend, they were like brothers. tbh i was a really mean bitch but that’s another story. WELL. i thought his friend, we’ll call him Stefan (yes like Stefan Salvatore ok just go with it lol) had left because i hadn’t seen or heard from him in awhile and this really upset my ex, but eventually he moved on. but then something happened to my ex, tbh i don’t know what he’s been a total asshole lately, AND STEFAN COMES BACK. well guess who’s best friends now? ME N STEFFY!!!! :D and he’s soooo sweet and i have a fuckin crush okay like i’m totally losing my shit over here. okay i’ll shut up now

a list of things i’ve been thinking about a lot.

1) i live in the same town as tyler and caitlyn from teen mom, n i work at walmart, so i often see tyler in there doin his thing. very rarely is it both of them. i feel like it’s caz people are less likely to recgognize just him. makes me sad that she may feel anxious to live her life and go out into public.

2) i regret almost all my tattoos. i was such a different person when i got them as who am i now. oh well.

3) i hate the house i live in. it’s literally falling apart.

4) my mom is depressed and she depresses me. her apathy is disgusting.

5) my best friend stopped talking to me, only for a day. maybe for a week. maybe forever, who knows.

6) i miss my ex from high school. idk if it was who he was, or if that was just a simple time in my life.

7) i have excema, and it’s been acting up lately.

8) my boyfriend spends almost 200$ a month in weed, i thought he would cut back on the month of my birthday to get me a gift, or take me out. he has flat out told me i’m not getting anything.

9) i’m not even getting my birthday dinner, or ice cream cake caz i’m not buying my own.

10) i talk to people at work occasionally and no one seems to care what i say, but do i care when they talk?

11) i have a constant debate in my head to see a therapist, i don’t think it would help.

12) there is this new kid at work, who just seems so interesting, he greets me when he sees me. i want to be his friend

13) i bought 150 prisms color pencils, new markers, and a nice coloring book. i colored one section and stopped. i cannot ever finish anything. my obsessions come and go. i’ve wasted money.

14) i can’t believe i keep all of this in. i mean im telling tumblr, which embarrassingly enough i have poeple i know irl on here, but oh well. i’m a mess.

15) i don’t like who i am.

16) i don’t find joy in much anything anymore.

17) tomorrow’s my birthday. i keep saying that, like maybe eventually i’ll be excited. i’m going to be 21.
i won’t be drinking, id turn into an alcoholic.

18) sometimes i wish i enjoyed drinking, or smoking. i don’t. it’s prevented me from having friends.

19) my plans for my birthday are cleaning, laundry, and getting grocieries.

20) i see so much road kill on the way to town.

21) i ran over a bunny on the way to town.

22) i didn’t mean to obviously, but they are so fast, and the speed limit was high.

23) i have my own bunny, it makes me sick. i wanted to die.

24) i’m so pathetic it’s not even funny


By @akhuna, I swear. If it wasn’t for you. I’d look like a loner blog person

  • Birthday: December 24th

  • Gender: Male

  • Relationship status: Single

  • Favourite colour: Teal and Black!

  • Pets: None because my roommate hates them

  • Wake up time: i usually get up around 7:30 naturally every day

  • Love or Lust? Both! 

  • Favourite Food: @akhuna likes Porridge, but who likes porridge?! lol. Mac and Cheese all the way!

  • Met a celebrity? I have, Gimli from LOTR, 3 of the original power rangers, I feel like i have met more. Maybe not?

  • Last song listened to: Spotify in the car, last song was…Gold Guns Girls by Metric

  • First kiss: I was 17 almost 18, in my ex’s(gf at the time) bedroom. 

  • Tall or short: I think I’m average? 5 ft 6 inchs or 168 centimeters? is that the right conversion??? Who knows. 

I’ll tagggggggggggg @avaltar, @spicyfern, @imtoowhiteforthis, @pikarawrrr, and @rachelvotescats

It really fucked with me, even months after you know? It really fucked with me. I had never had someone take my heart and completely rip it to shreds the way he had. I didn’t know how to deal with it, I didn’t know what would stop the pain.

I think that during all that confusion and heartache, that’s when I changed. And I mean really changed. Now when I think about it, it was almost like I had become everything I hated in him. It’s like when he left, a piece of him stuck with me and it was still fucking, fucking with me.

—  an excerpt from a book ill never write (4)
Say Cheese!

[Send me a 5 word prompt and I’ll write a BH6 ficlet about it] I think I took quite a few liberties with this one…

            Honey Lemon could tell you her life story through selfies. If she had to guess, she probably had thousands of pictures of herself spread out across cameras, cell phones, and computers. All of her pictures were digital. There was only one photograph that Honey Lemon loved and cherished enough to print out on actual photo paper and tape to her bedroom mirror. It was a rare day like today when she dared peel that picture off the mirror, risking its condition to bring it close to her heart.  

            It was an old picture featuring two eighteen-year-old girls who were fresh out of high school and just beginning their lives at the San Fransokyo Institute of Technology. Nowadays, they were known by their friends as Honey Lemon and GoGo, but back then they were Dulce Rodriguez and Leiko Tanaka. And they couldn’t stand each other.          

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anonymous asked:

May I ask for your personal thoughts about Taylor Swift? And her latest album (with the assumption 'half if it was inspired by Harry')? I think Taylor is a talented artist and a smart businesswoman. I like her music (some). I hope I could find out why I have this love/hate RS with her. You can ignore these ridiculous questions if you don't want to answer, but please please consider it. Thank you very much.

Yeah, of course I can talk about Taylor. But first, I want to clarify that most of what I have to say is about her music and her career, not necessarily her as a person? Because she does have a lot of faults (most notably: 1- her super second-wave interpretation of feminism and the fact that it has become part of her brand, and 2- the fact that her “art has value! artists deserve to be paid!” campaign feels a lot more disingenuous than that of, for example, an artist like Amanda Palmer, who also believes that art has value and that artists deserve to be paid, and therefore chooses to utilize things like Kickstarter and Patreon, so that her fans are paying a fair price for the art they consume while cutting out a lot of the bullshit bureaucracy of the music industry) buuuuuuuut those faults would require an entirely separate post to explore! And given that this is a One Direction sideblog, I’m guessing you mostly want me to talk about her from the perspective of a 1D fan! So, moving right along…

It took me some time to get into Taylor Swift as an artist. As I said in my most recent ask response, I mostly grew up on punk and hardcore, so I didn’t really have much of an interest in a country artist with pop leanings. She first started becoming famous when I was in high school. I worked at a library, and we had a really limited CD collection, but we ordered Fearless the day it came out, and of course I listened to it at some point. Sure, I was into hardcore, but I was also seventeen, and I was the secret girlfriend of somebody who treated me like shit, and you can bet your ass that there were nights when I was driving all over my small town with the car windows down, moodily wailing “you don’t have to caaaaall! anymore! I won’t pick up the phoooooone!” 

And I think that moments like that are the basis of Taylor’s success. Even if you don’t like her as a person, or you don’t like her sound, you can probably find that one lyric one of her song’s that hits you where you live. It’s the difference between a lyric that’s generic and a lyric that’s relatable. Generic songs are about nobody; relatable songs are about anybody. I think it’s so bizarre that some people hate Taylor Swift because of who she wrote her songs about, because in all honesty, I don’t give much consideration to the artist’s personal life when I’m listening to a song. Did Taylor almost definitely write “All Too Well” about Jake Gyllenhaal? Yeah. But when I hear a verse like “time won’t fly, it’s like I’m paralyzed by it / I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it / after plaid shirt days and nights when you made me your own / now you mail back my things, and I walk home alone,” I’m not thinking about her shitty ex-boyfriend and his fucking stupid plaid shirts. I’m thinking about my shitty ex-boyfriend and his fucking stupid plaid shirts. Did Taylor probably write “Last Kiss” about Joe Jonas? Sure. But if you think that I hear “so I watch your life in pictures like I used to watch you sleep / and I feel you forget me like I used to feel you breathe / and I’ll keep up with our old friends just to ask them how you are” and start contemplating the social entanglements of a goddamn Jonas brother, you are sorely mistaken. The music swells, and Taylor gets emotional, and my ass is on Facebook, hunting down my ex-girlfriend because I’m “just curious” about whether or not she’s still dating the dude she left me for. 

My point is, 1989 isn’t “about” Harry Styles any more than any other album by any other artist is “about” their ex. It’s “about” Taylor, and her feelings and experiences, and I think it’s incredibly dismissive and dehumanizing that people always care more about the dude who made her feel like shit than they care about how shitty he made her feel. Her experiences are her own. She has a right to talk about them, and she has a right to draw inspiration from them, and she has a right to feel whatever the hell she feels and interpret her emotions in any way she wants. It’s the entire point of a song like “Blank Space.” This is a woman who has had the entire world telling her that she’s insane and obsessive for writing music about her experiences with certain men while simultaneously buying her albums for exactly that reason, and she’s been putting up with that since she was a teenager. She put out “Blank Space,” and people applauded her when she told GQ, “That is not my approach to relationships. But is it cool to write the narrative of a girl who’s crazy but seductive but glamorous but nuts but manipulative? That was the character I felt the media had written for me, and for a long time I felt hurt by it. I took it personally. But as time went by, I realized it was kind of hilarious.” Two months later, she put out “Style,” and people wanted to eviscerate her for daring to use a word that they thought was too much of an on-the-nose reference to her ex-boyfriend’s name. This fandom is ecstatic at the image of Harry Styles writhing around on an ottoman and singing, “if you’re looking for someone to write your breakup songs about, baby, I’m perfect,” but people want Taylor Swift to be drawn and quartered because her last single mentions a piece of his jewelry. Does that not strike anyone as… a little bit of a double standard?

Earlier today, I saw a post in which someone went off about how “disgusting” Taylor is because she and Harry dated when they were 23 and 18 respectively. This blogger was adamant about this idea that, if Harry had been 23 and Taylor had been 18, it “wouldn’t have sat well with anyone.” It’s frankly ridiculous, because Taylor was 19 when she hooked up with John Mayer, who was 32. She was 20 when she dated Jake Gyllenhaal, who was 30. She’s 26 right now, and she’s dating Calvin Harris, who is 32. Even the people who made jokes about the age difference with John or Jake didn’t actually give these guys any legitimate trouble for it. It was all fun and games when everyone was making fun of this young woman for having the gall to date more than one person ever, but she came out with a song called “Dear John” in which she says, “Don’t you think nineteen’s too young to be messed with?” in reference to a man thirteen years older than her who treated her like absolute shit, and suddenly she’s psychotic, and he’s a martyr, and everyone has to listen to him be a whiny pissbaby because he got name-checked in a song? It’s ridiculous. The double standard isn’t even subtle

At the end of the day, I feel like it’s absolutely okay to not be into Taylor’s music. It’s okay to have problems with some of her views. In fact, I’d go as far as to say that you probably should have problems with some of her views, because some of her views are shitty. She’s not perfect. She is in fact very human. But when people’s issues with her are things like “I don’t like that she dated this particular celebrity” or “I think her relationship with this other person was faked for PR,” then we’re getting into idiot territory. Taylor Swift does not need to date people for PR. She does not need to date some dude in a boy band for fame. She is already famous. And outside of the insular word of the One Direction fandom, she is absolutely more famous than Harry Styles. She sells more records, and she makes more money, and she is more of a household name than he is. The idea that she was “using him” for attention makes sense to absolutely no one outside of this fandom. Considering the hate that she gets anytime she steps out of the house with a man, it’s completely illogical to believe that she would date someone for any reason other than that she really wanted to date him. And if that guy turns out to be an asshole, or doesn’t treat her right, or hurts her feelings, she’s allowed to write a song about it. She’s allowed to write an entire fucking album about it. She’s a singer-songwriter; it’s kind of her job. 



guys, guys!!! I’M NOT OK, I’M STILL SO NOT OK!!!!! Just… oh god, just watch, tell me what you think and then let me go back to my pink cloud made by Robin’s hot kisses and his hands all around and GAH!!!!

I don’t care what people say about infidelity. This is not cheating! I have known cheating, lived it, and this is NOT cheating! Wanting to be with the woman you love and not being able to because your ex-dead wife is almost frozen dead again is NOT cheating! OK??? So, bye bye haters, go hate all you want cause none of you is getting ANYTHING LIKE THIS!!!!


anonymous asked:

tbh u should write a crack fic where skysolo r getting it on and in the heat of the moment, luke's mental shields slip for a second so vader senses luke basically going "!!!!!!" in the force for like 0.5 seconds so he's like "oh shit my son is in danger" and he walks in on his son doing the frick frack with han

i hate all of my followers ur all going to hell

vader sat there sippin his tea out of his mini princess belle teacup when he felt a Disturbance in the Force. a loud shout of “daddy !!!!” rang out in his mind clear as day. oh no !! his son was in danger !! quick as lightening he was up on his feet (not his real feet, which had been cut off by his mean ex :( ) and running towards where he could feel the Disturbance. he burst thru the door like a bulldozer (bc those exist in the sw universe). what he found….. .  almost gave him a heart attack and ended the horror of the empire right there. too bad he was too shocked to have a heart attack.


luke looked up shocked but han just kept going bc he’s a badass

“ur son”


vader force choked han and he died :(

detectivesinsuits  asked:

I was rewatching The Crooked Man (Granada). The Barclays marriage was a marriage that people thought was a happy one, but it wasn't. James (!) Barclay was a soldier. Mr and Mrs Barclay's maid's name is Jane. Mrs Barclay's ex-flame was called David. Sound familiar…?

Hi DiS! :D

Oh! I guess we never caught that because we watched Granada before TAB aired (though I think we did catch the David thing… it’s been so long, so I don’t remember)

Oh Mofftiss, you ridiculously clever men, you. It’s almost like they’re expecting no one to catch on.



“She said the truth. That I hate my ex and that I like Zero, but I don’t know if he likes me too.”

“That’s all?”

“…She said she sensed that he’s hiding something…”

“Well, he is a WereWolf after all. They can be very mischievous.”

“But Mei, we’ve practically spent almost every night just sitting up and talking. Telling each other about our lives, our pasts, our relationships. What can he possibly be hiding?”

“Are you afraid to ask him?”