i hope she's not mad at me

bettysponytaiil  asked:

The article with Madeline saying the killer of Jason would devastate her led me to believe it had to be a member of the Blossom family. I actually thought Cheryl was going to be the killer. Here's hoping they give Cheryl a second family (The Coopers) in season 2. I want more Betty & Cheryl scenes. (Mostly because I love the friendship with Lili and Mads) Plus their chemistry is just so good not too.

I think that’s a pretty solid hint she gave us, and it swayed a lot of people and broke a lot of theories. 

I AM SO HERE FOR THE CONCEPT OF CHERYL AND BETTY BEING FRIENDS WHEN THE COOPERS TAKE HER IN. 

please give me a friendship between Betty and Cheryl, the two both have some mental health issues and I think that Cheryl needs someone who’s a natural caretaker like Betty, and Betty needs someone like Cheryl who’ll have her back! Betty needs some fierce loyalty from someone right now, especially with all this (albeit mostly trolling, but some legitimate) concerns that Betty might be losing Jughead to the Southside a little. and lili and mads have such a lovely friendship, it’d translate on screen so well! I’d love to see it.

plus, I’m sure Cheryl and Betty would both understand each other, because Betty understands Cheryl’s neglect and loneliness, and Cheryl understands betty’s more self destructive tendencies! show us two friends who both have mental illnesses supporting each other instead of spiralling into mutual destruction! 

I actually detailed how much I love their friendship and why I think it’s so special and once I find it since that particular post is being a little bitch to find, i’ll edit and add it. so definitely give that a read if you want more on my opinion?

the chemistry between the two of them is so easygoing, and it’s real. you just can’t fake something like that. plus, they’re both such talented actresses! ignoring the potential in the Betty/Cheryl relationship is frankly a stupid thing to do. 

I really hope everything goes well in the trial next month , I really wish she didn’t have to go through all this it isn’t fair . She didn’t ask for this . That guy makes me so mad . I love you Taylor , I know everything will go well. Because good things happen to good people . And Karma happens to bad people. You have my full love and support . Love you girlie … @taylorswift

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On her insta story she posted him giving her a rose and she was sitting on his lap so they’re defiantly a thing. I wouldn’t call rian a hoe like he’s single he can do what he wants but like she seems like a bitch and I think everyone (well me and everyone ive talked to which was like 6 ppl) are just kinda hoping it doesn’t work out because he can do better

tbh emily im not even mad at Rian (like how could I be? lasgksl) or the girl he’s with or the idea that he’s moved on or trying to move on. I’m just mad at the fact that he’s being called a hoe and he didnt do anything. He’s grown, he’s single, he was with the same chick for 7/8 years, I mean?? I kind of expected him to either be perfectly fine if they split or go M.I.A for a while. I dont have instagram so I can’t like, see his likes or followings like everyone else seems to, but i just think theres a line thats been crossed with this (and with Zack’s new lady friend). Maybe its a fling, maybe he’s trying to move on, maybe he’s just doing his own thing- regardless, he seems happy and that should be all that matters (for both Rian and Zack)

two rotten apples [m] | pt. 3

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❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 21.489

GENRE → smut | angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | threesome | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | public sex | grinding | graphic dirty talk | slight female masturbation | overstimulation

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3COMING SOON


As the back of Jungkook’s head rested against the driver seat’s headrest, catching his breath, your glare hardened.

Once again, he’d fucked you and not cared whether you came or not. In fact, for the duration of his penis being in your vagina, he’d barely even touched you. And sadly, it hadn’t even occurred to you he’d used you once again until it was too late. Your clit didn’t matter to him apparently; your pleasure didn’t matter to him either. All that mattered was his dick. That’s all that ever fucking mattered.

After that weekend at the camping grounds where you actually came for once, you were expecting something better than whatever the fuck he called this performance. Your horny brain had quickly forgotten that it’d been your own fingers that got yourself off—not him—and those nights you spent in his tent were no exception. Why were you so surprised? This was Jungkook you were talking about—he would never fucking care about you or any part of you.

And that’s why this was the final fucking straw.

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Happy ester everyone! 

I hope you had a lovely day and that you ate a lot of chocolate :P

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Interviewer“Does anyone else think Normani was sort of robbed on Dancing With The Stars?”
Lauren“Fact! She absolutely was… When they said her name, I was just mad… Listen, I commend everyone, but Mani deserved that shit more than anyone. She worked her butt off.”

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Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader

Request: @itsanerdlife​ said she wanted bathtub smut based on that one gifset of clark getting in the bath with lois, and i was happy to deliver <3 (I hope you like it!)

A/N: so this was fun guys…ALSO the nerf gun thing in this is based on a real video i saw but i can’t find it for the life of me and i’m so mad…so if you know where it is i will literally love you forever…that’s all. also sorry this is so late…. :( also (also) pls ignore the awful title i am shit at them

Warnings: nsfw, bathtub smut, nerf guns

Words: 2668

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The front door to your and Steve’s shared apartment slams shut behind you, and you lean against it for a second.  “Fuck,” you curse quietly, pulling the disgustingly uncomfortable shoes off and tossing them into the middle of the floor.  You drop your purse and jacket on the floor, knowing Steve will give you those “eyebrows of disappointment,” but you were honestly too tired to care.  You trudge through the living room, dead on your feet and cursing Stark for being so demanding.  Working with the Avengers was exciting, but God was it hard on your feet.

You finally reach your room, where Steve is sitting against the headboard of your bed, files and papers spread out around him. He glances up at you and smiles. “Hey, Princess.  How was your day?”

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Chelsea ( @opensmother-lippedlover​ ) and I ( @jessjust​ ) met December 5, 2012 on Tumblr (Yup, I remember dates well). Immediately I noticed how sweet, polite, and interesting she was. We continued to talk here and there, and making our relationship official months later. We dated for about six-months. Initially everything was great, but the long-distance was awful and we were too young to know how to handle it. We called it off. We went our separate ways; fell in-love here and there with other people. 

Years later I was working for the Texas Legislature, near done with my undergrad degree, and with the flexibility to move anywhere. I then realized how much I kept thinking about her, wishing to share the precious memories I was making at my job, how supportive and uniquely proud she would be — and truly how much love I still had for her. Not knowing where she was in life I decided to reach out to her, told her how I felt and she left me waiting (lol) Some time later she finally came around and told me she felt the same way. Well the rest is really history. 

(The day she asked me to be her girlfriend)

We left Philadelphia and houston, and we moved to Chicago after I got a scholarship at DePaul Law School, and she began her education to become a Veterinarian. Most importantly we created our own little family with our baby Gatsby, a cavalier King Charles Spaniel. Now I’m proud to call her my fiancée. I would give my life for her. 


We’ve had bumps here and there like any other couple, but we love each other enough to fight for each other. That’s what’s important. And why I proposed December 17, 2016 at the art institute!

She may still get mad at me when I forget to place the new toilet paper in the holder and I may still get annoyed when she talks through a movie. All in all, that’s what a relationship is about loving each other and ironing out the little differences.

We want to share our little story with details sometimes left out by the media. With our relationship on the spotlight I hope this encourages others to love and work hard for their relationships ❤️ love is out there, it’s just hard to keep.

(This is an old video Chelsea’s dad filmed of the first time we saw each other again after years apart)

More photos of the engagement can be found in our Instagrams: Cnicolem_ and J.essrdgz

BTS Mafia Reaction: When their fiancee runs away

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Jin/Kim Seokjin

Originally posted by strawberrie-kookie

He would find this whole situation amusing.

“It’s cute how you think you can just run away like that. You should know better that there is no easy escape.”


Park Jimin 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

He thought about the possibility of this happening but didn’t actually think you would do that.

“I guess I should lock her up when I get her back.”


V/Kim Taehyung

Originally posted by btstaehyunged

A few weeks after your escape you came back to your new apartment to find him laying in your bed.

“Oh Jagi you’re back!! How did you like your vacation? I felt so lonely sleeping without you.”


Rap Monster/Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

He was at a business dinner when he was told that you ran away.

“She did what? I’m sorry gentlemen, I have to excuse myself. Some urgent problems came up.”


Suga/Min Yoongi

Originally posted by minshoot

He would be mad and annoyed. You already tried leaving him before so he enhanced the protection around you but this time you outsmarted him.

“There she goes, making trouble for me again.”


J-Hope/Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by hoseokwhy

When he found you he pinned you down and decided to have a serious talk with you.

“Now Jagi, what did I say about trying anything stupid?”


Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by ta3taetae

He would meet you outside your work.

“So you were smart enough to escape but not to change your job?” he smirked getting you in his car.


A/N: I wrote this as if the member is the leader. Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

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REQUEST: Jealous Harry smut

HARRY’S TEXTS // (Y/N)’S TEXTS

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I hope there’s a scene in the comics where Korrasami is arguing and a gang attacks them and Korra’s like, “Excuse me, I’m trying to argue with my girlfriend!” because rude and Asami’s like, “You weren’t winning anyway.” and then she and korra continue to argue while fighting the gang. And the members are all mad because neither of them need to really focus to beat them up because well, they’re Korra and Asami, so they just feel disrespected. Like, two times Korra accidentally knocks one out while wildly gesturing with her arms completely focused on the argument (she’s still losing). And they hardly even notice once they’ve taken them all down and then they’re just like…

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Stranded (Part 1)

where Y/N is sorry and Harry is angry.

Harry turned around as soon as he heard the bathroom door open. He could feel his eyes widening at the sight of you. With your blue floor length dress and hair up in a loose bun, you looked unquestionably breathtaking. You were heading for the celebration dinner of Harry’s movie, but Harry felt like he would be nothing there compared to the goddess standing in front of him. He couldn’t help it, he walked towards you with long strides, smashing his lips with yours and whispering,

“Baby, you look absolutely gorgeous.”

Your cheeks glowed with color as heat rushed up your neck. You smiled in gratitude before remarking,

“I think I should be the one saying that.”

Harry jokingly flipped his hair before replying,

“Yeah, I know, I’m very pretty.”

You two let out a laugh before your lips collided once more.

“How ‘bout we ditch the dinner an’ put on some of our own entertainment t’night?” he smirked, proud of his word play.

“Wish we could darling, but everyone’s gonna be there for you, yeah? Can’t leave them hanging.” You replied.

He hummed in response, well aware that he couldn’t ditch the party being thrown for him. You two headed out for the car parked outside. Your hands were tightly intertwined with Harry’s, and the two of you couldn’t have been more content at the moment.

Once you arrived at the destined place, the screams of the crowd and paparazzi increased in volume. The two of you were scurried out of the car by Harry’s event organizer. Harry wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you headed towards the fancy restaurant.

Strutting towards the door, you two looked, and felt, like the ideal couple. However, your little bubble of happiness was soon burst apart as Harry started getting questioned by an interviewer. He seemed nice, and the pair of you didn’t mind.

Yet, soon the questions started getting directed towards you as well. Caught up in the blissful heaven of the situation, you barely noticed as you accidentally spilled out information about Harry working on his solo album.

Harry had previously decided to keep his solo music career a secret for the time being. Lots of conspiracies came along with the rumors, none of which Harry wanted to face. He had instructed you not to inform anyone about it either, and he knew that he could definitely trust you. You had gone to extremes to keep it a secret, there had been several times when it was so close to being revealed but you did one thing or other to safeguard your beloved boyfriend’s clandestine.

But this once, caught up in the happiness of the situation, and the feeling of being in Harry’s arms, you hadn’t even noticed the words tumbling out of your mouth. As soon as the words escaped you, the two of you immediately halted to a stop. Harry’s arm tightened around your waist warningly, to the point where it almost hurt. The interviewer was as shocked as could be, and continued on trying to dig out more details from either of you.

You tried to make it better, you really did, but the damage had been done.

Harry hurriedly excused you two from the press and continued walking towards the main hall. You knew he was mad, the tense way his shoulders were situated, was an obvious sign of that.

Once reality settled in, you felt like you could cry. You had revealed his secret, broken his trust. He had confided in you and trusted you to not tell a soul about something that he didn’t yet want to share.

However, before you could let out a word, Harry was whisked away by his manager, and you had been left alone to fend for yourself. Usually, Harry would be the one to hold your hand tightly and pull you along with him, but you knew that after this, the last thing he wanted was to be anywhere near you.

You were soon given company by Gigi, Eleanor and Cheryl. All of the boys were there to support Harry, and you felt horrible that you had messed up the night for him. You felt your heart ache when you saw that Harry had opted to take the seat farthest away from you at the dinner table. The night passed on with you barely touching your food and trying your best to be as social as you could in the given circumstances.

Harry was nowhere to be seen, probably he had gone somewhere with his friends, and Eleanor and Cheryl had went off to mingle with their own boyfriends, while Gigi had stayed with you. She claimed that she wanted your advice on some show that she was preparing for, but you knew that she felt bad for you. She knew what had happened, and didn’t want for you to be alone.

While you were grateful for the company that she provided, you hadn’t failed to notice Harry’s absence throughout the night. You knew that he was upset with you, but you didn’t think that he would actually ignore you the whole night through. As it was nearing midnight and Gigi was going on about her upcoming Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show, a text message from Harry interrupted the both of you. Hope sprang through you as you looked down at your phone, but it was quick to die down as soon as you read the cold words that had been sent to you.

“We’re leaving.”

As you looked up, you saw Harry’s manager waving to you to come to the front door. You informed Gigi, who stood up with you.

“We’ll be leaving soon too. Just need to say goodbye to some people before we’re on our way.”

“Okay, thank you so much for today. I’ll see you soon.”

“Anytime, babe. I’m sure Harry will cool off soon. Just give him some time and space, yeah? Call me if you need anything.” She said, rubbing your arm comfortingly.

“Yeah, thank you, Gigi. I love you.”

The both of you hugged goodbye before you hurried off to where Harry’s manager was standing. She informed you that Harry was already in the car. Your heart sank a little, realizing that he was still mad. You hadn’t expected him to just forget about the whole thing, but you were hoping that his mood would be uplifted after spending some time with his friends.

Nonetheless, you knew that you had made a mistake and that you would have to pay the consequences now.

As you walked outside, you noticed the drizzle going on. It wasn’t much, but the dark clouds in the night sky made it obvious that it wasn’t long before it would start raining heavily. You opened the car door, and skid into the passenger seat. Harry already had the car started, and before you had time to buckle up your seat belt, he scurried off without a word. The tires of the car produced a sharp screech due to the force of the sudden turn.

You didn’t say anything, only adjusting yourself in your seat.

Harry continued driving towards the house that the both of you shared. But you couldn’t help but notice the death grip he had on the steering wheel. After a while, the awkward tension became too much and you felt like you were going to choke. You decided to face the consequences of your mistake as soon as possible, since procrastinating was clearly going to get you nowhere.

“Harry, I really am sorry about what happened-” You started, before he cut you off.

“Don’t Y/N, just don’t.”

He sounded so angry, unlike you had ever heard before. You had heard from a lot of people that Harry was the worst when angry. Though you had yet to encounter a seriously mad Harry, since he always made sure to control his temper around you.

It had started to rain harder outside, with heavy raindrops falling down on the wind screen. His knuckles had begun to turn whiter due to his extremely tight grip on the steering wheel. His face was set in a mad frown that was deadly to even look at.

“Harry, I promise that this wasn’t my intension. I was only answering their question and it just slipped out. I’m really sorry.”

“Sorry won’t cut it. I trusted you with my secret and you totally ruined it. I’m never telling you anything again. Now shut your mouth before I decide to kick you out of the car right now.”

This was so unlike him, the Harry that you knew would never, ever speak to you like how he just did.

Harry was known to be one of the most respectful people out there, and he had proved himself to you as a gentleman several times. Always treating you with intense care, feeding you chocolates during your period, opening the doors for you anywhere you went; he did everything to make sure that you were happy with him.

“Harry, please try to under-” Your sentence was left unfinished as the car halted to a stop.

“Get out.” He commanded.

“What?” Your voice was timid, compared to his. You had absolutely no idea about what Harry could do in his rage of anger, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to find out.

“Get out of the fucking car, Y/N. Or so help me I’ll do it myself.”

“Harry, it’s almost midnight and it’s raining so hard outside. Please don’t do this. I said I’m sorry.” You practically begged.

He wasn’t having any of it, though. In the blink of an eye, he unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. He threw open your side of the door and grabbed your wrists. You tried to resist his grip, and he almost threw you to the ground. Your ankle twisted due to the heels you were wearing, and a painful yelp came out of your mouth. You were lying there in pain, with a ruined dress, spoiled make-up and sore wrists.

You tried to refrain him one last time.

“Harry, please stop.”

He shrugged off your hold on his wrist and went over to the driver’s side. He proceeded to sit in and drive away, leaving you a crying and broken mess in the middle of the road with darkness surrounding you and rain water pouring down on you heavily.

To some outsider, it may have looked like a scene freshly out of some movie. To you though, it was like your world had been torn apart. Yes, you had made a mistake, a horrible one at that. Harry had trusted you with one of his most sacred secrets and as his significant other, it was your duty to protect it at all costs. However, you had gotten caught up in the blissful moment and gone ahead and done the exact opposite.

In spite of that, you didn’t think that you deserved to be thrown out so harshly; in the middle of the night with strangers lurking around and rain falling hard on you.

Yes, you had broken his trust and knew that it wasn’t going to be easy to gain it back, but he had done the exact same thing, maybe worse. Your boyfriend, the very guy who was supposed to keep you safe and protect you from all the harm in the world, was himself the guy who had thrown you out in the streets, with absolutely no concern of what could happen to you.

And as you sat broken in the right middle of the street, with black tears staining your face and wet hair matted to your forehead, dress ripped and ankle twisted, you couldn’t help but wonder if things would ever be alright between you two again.

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She requested KyouHaba in my style. And if you know me, when in doubt, I draw cheesy cuddly stuffs! So I thought of drawing these two having a chill day at Yahaba’s house, the Mad Dog becomes tame when given pets by his boo ~ (o´ω`o) I hope they like it ~

you know what’s cool about my friend who has major social anxiety? she doesn’t use it to put herself down. she doesn’t use it to call herself weak, or lesser of a person. if i’m going out and i invite her out, all she has to say is can’t, anxiety. and i get it. and i go out with other friends and i see her on her time when she can socialize and not feel like the weight of the world is crushing down on her. when i tell her i’m hanging out in the living room and she lets me know, can’t, anxiety, i’m staying in my bedroom. i get it. and i don’t push her, and i don’t pity her. i understand her. 

all i’m trying to say i guess, is that when things get hard mentally, and someone calls themselves weak, it upsets me. knowing your limits isn’t a weakness. being able to openly say “yeah, i didn’t go to that last week, because you know, anxiety.” isn’t something i’m going to pity a person for, and it certainly doesn’t mean i’m thinking less of you. and it bothers me to see people who have severe anxiety, and other things, equating it to a weakness. being able to openly talk about your anxiety and your depression and your inability to function as what you or society sees as common isn’t a fault. hell, it’s a strength to be able to say, “can’t, anxiety.” and i think it’s an even bigger strength of the person you’re saying it to, to be able to understand that, even if they don’t feel the same way. strength and empathy. that’s all i guess. 

“I got a chance to have a small conversation with her.”. She said. “She’s indeed nice. And she’s an interesting person.”. She continued, as she smiled a little. She knew what she has to say. She needed to let him go, and she knew only one person who could take care of him more than anyone else. Of course it will hurt her so much but some things never lasts the way we wanted it to. “I know you weren’t mine anymore. Or maybe you were never even mine from the very start. The moment I saw the two of you together, I knew then that I lost you already even if you haven’t told me about it yet. You know it hurts, but you have no idea how much it would affect me and my damn heart. Because it’s me, who will have to fight these feelings of mine, just to make you happy. Just to see you smile, I need to hide every little tear that’s going to come out. But don’t worry about it, I can do that—for you. Anything for you. I always do that, right? ”. She smiled as if she can’t feel any pain inside her. She wasn’t mad at him. She wasn’t mad at anyone else. She was just so sad she thinks she can’t say any word anymore. But in the end, she told him one thing she hoped he would do. She gently grabbed his hands and said, “Please do me one last favor. Please be happy. This time, please be really happy—do it for me. Will you? ”. Without waiting for an answer, she let go of his hands and walked away—without looking back. But with the acceptance that things between them will never be the same anymore.
—  ma.c.a // Love and Understanding
Part 10 of Lance Bonding with the Lions!!!!

Green took them to a house. A house that they have never seen before. Well, most have never seen before. “Where are we? Why did Green send us to someone’s house?” Keith questioned. It was eerily quiet around the house, as if no one was there. They were in the kitchen of the house. Some of the dinning chairs were pushed out as if someone was in a rush to get out of it. The lights were off, making the window hanging above the sink the only source of light. Specs of dust were dancing in the beams of light. There were unwashed dishes in the sinks, begging to be cleaned. It was clear to see that someone lived here, but everything was a bit..disheveled. Pidge’s eyes were wide, walking forward and dragging her fingers across the top of the chairs. “This..this is my kitchen. M-my home.” There was a sudden knock on the door. “Coming!” Pidge gasped as she heard the voice. “Th-that’s my-” her eyes began to cloud as her mother went to answer the door. Her hair was slightly out of place as she ran her fingers through it to try and make it presentable. Her blouse was wrinkled and small spots of dust and dirt covered her pants. She had dark bags under her eyes, which were unnaturally red as if she had been crying for a long time. In all, she just looked…tired. She attempted to fix her hair one last time, and then she opened the door. This time, it wasn’t Pidge who was the only one to gasp. “Oh! Um, hello. Can I..help you with something?” Her mother asked. “No,no! I’m from the Garrison and-” “Did you find anything out! Please tell me!” She frantically questioned. “N-no. I’m sorry. I’m just a student at the Garrison and I heard about what happened. I’m sorry about your husband and son, Mrs. Holt.” Her shoulders slumped, but she kept a smile on her face. “It’s alright. I guess I got a little too excited. So what bring you here, Mr..?” “Oh, sorry! That’s probably really rude of me. The name’s Lance.” Lance gave her a warm smile. “I would give you my signature finger guns, but as you can see, my hands are kinda full.” And full they were indeed. The team gaped as Lance carried in multiple boxes and containers, somehow balancing them all. “Let me help you with those! We can set them on the table. I apologize for the mess.” Lance chuckled at her. “Don’t worry about that! I have like 6,000 siblings, so our house is its own natural disaster.” She smiled at him and set everything down. “So Lance, what brings you here today.” Lance uncharacteristically turned sheepish. He stared at his feet and twiddled his thumbs. “Sorry if this is weird, but um, I heard about what happened with you and your family. I couldn’t imagine what you must be going through; if anything like that happened to my family, I think I would go insane.” Lance began to speak quickly as he grew more nervous. “So, I got to thinking; when I feel sad or angry or whatever, what does my mama do for me? Then it hit me: she cooks! So yeah, it may seem a little weird, but I-I made you dinner. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I pretty much made everything I knew. I hope you don’t mind Cuban food. But if you do, just tell me what you like and I’ll go and make it!” Pidge’s mom broke into a wavering grin as small tears trailed down her cheeks. “Oh shit, you’re crying! I-I mean shoot! Sorry! Oh great, I made you food you don’t like, made you cry, and just cursed right in front-” “Lance!” She interrupted his rambling. “I’m not mad or sad! I’m…happy. It’s just so touching that you thought to do this. And you made this all yourself?” Lance rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh, well mama gave me the recipe and directions, so it wasn’t completely all me.” She gave Lance a bone-crushing hug. Lanced stood in shock for a moment, but quickly recovered and returned the hug. She pulled away and turned toward the stairs. “Katie!! Come down for minute please! A lovely gentleman has just brought us dinner!” “Not right now, mom! I’m working on something and I’m on the verge of a breakthrough, I know it!” The team watched as Pidge’s mom sadly shook her head and walked back toward Lance. “Ever since they disappeared, she’s locked herself away in her room, working on..something. I’m afraid she’ll make herself sick with all this..” she smiled sadly. “She won’t be down for a while, but Lance, would you like to stay for dinner?” “O-oh, well I would really love to, Mrs. Holt, but I’ve got to get back before the Garrison before they find out that I..snuck out.” “Lance!” She exclaimed. “Hey, hey! It’s okay!” Lance smirked. “They’ve never caught me before anyway! I better get going; it was nice to meet you!” “It was a pleasure to meet you as well.” Lance reached the door and was about to walk out when she stopped him. “Lance, wait!” Lance turned around and paused. “If you were to ever be with Katie or see her or anything…watch after her for me please, will you?” Lance smiled softly. “Mrs. Holt, it would be my honor. I know I’ll never take her brother’s place, but I promise you this: I will try with everything in my being to be a good friend to her. Maybe she’ll even see me as a temporary older brother, just until we find her real one.” Her mom couldn’t speak, so with watery eyes and a shaking smile, she nodded. Lance gave her a wide grin and left. “….thank you, Lance.”
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The team were back at the hangar. Pidge had wet trails on her cheeks where she had been silently crying. “He made us dinner. H-he took me in as his little sister, and I didn’t realize…” Green gently pressed against Pidge’s forehead with their nose before stepping back. A silent hum passed throughout the hanger. Slowly, the Black Lion, who had remained silent, raised up and made their way to the team. Black crept up to them and slowly lowered himself in front of Shiro. Shiro met his Lion’s eyes. “Alright, Black. Show me.”

Things I wish I had done in my GCSEs

Okay y'all sit down, listen up and enjoy!

I did my GCSEs last year. I didn’t bomb them by any means, but I also didn’t do as well as I’d hoped!

So here are some tips and tricks on how to pass yo GCSEs!:

• Don’t just re write the text book. I did this for science because ‘that’s just how I learn’ and ‘everybody is different!’. Yeah. Some people can learn that way, but that’s how I revised for science, and I got a B when aiming for an A at least. I already had a text book, and while I did retain some stuff, I didn’t have to spend hours copying down something I already had.

• I ignored my food tech exam. I decided that I didn’t want it, it wasn’t important and I wasn’t fussed about my result. Come results day? I cried because of it. Don’t be me. Even if you focus on some exams more, never leave an exam until that morning.

• You can revise for maths. Its called practicing. Even if you have a formula sheet, you need to practice.

• You have three different long term memory stores, two of which are phonological (sounds) and visuo spatial (words/reading). Instead if trying to cram everything in to one store (eg. Only doing mindmaps) utilise them both! Listen to the information and then make a mind map. You get 2x the storage space!

• DONT STOP REVISING AFTER YOUR MOCKS - I appreciate that its too late for some of you, but this is a piece of advice that I was given that I will regret not taking for the rest of my life. If you revise 100 pages over 150 days, those last 50 can be used to consolidate what you already know. If you revise 100 pages in 50, you’re rushing and literally learning everything before you go in to the exam.

• Don’t ignore a subject that you don’t like and hope it’s not on the exam. It will be on the exam. That’s how it works. True fact. I ignored rivers and coasts and two hours before the exam showed up to my geography teacher and said ‘I only know hazards’. She thought I was joking. After a mad rush of cramming I got an A, but she told me that I could have gotten an A*.

• DO get plenty of rest the night before. Its better to answer most questions amazingly because you didnt cram at 2am that morning than answer all the questions but badly because you didn’t sleep

• Do take a bottle of water in to your exam. Students who take water in to their exam do 25% better than those who don’t.

• Do use pre exam checklists to cool your nerves

• Do have faith in yourself. GCSEs are important, but they aren’t more important than your health. Unless you’re doing medicine or a similar course, your uni won’t look at them because they know that at the at point you were just a kid. That they were a life lesson. I didn’t do great in my GCSEs, but I was so heart broken that my teacher then said I probably wouldn’t get in to Cambridge that I worked my ass off and am now one of the best students in my year ❤ GCSEs should motivate you to show what you can do in your A Levels

Stay Away | Zach Dempsey x Reader (ft. Monty Dela Cruz)

Genre: Angst, Romance
POV: Reader’s/First Person
Warning: Containg swearing, violence and sexual harrasment!!

A/N: This was personally hard for me to write, but it was requested. It’s a bit heavy and it’s not the usual fluffy write-up you guys often get from me. Nonetheless, I will be posting a new fluff piece tomorrow, so stay tuned! Meanwhile, I hope you guys like this for now.

Request: Hai, I was wondering if you could do an imagine where Zach and his girlfriend (the reader) are hanging out and he despite her trying to hide them he sees a bunch of bruises on her and gets really worried and mad asking her what happened only for her to tell him that Montgomery had beat her up in a drunken state because she refused to sleep with him. This causes Zach to get mad and go beat him up and threatening him to never go near the reader again.

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Zach and I were watching TV when he suddenly said he was hungry. I pout at him and sigh as a response as I got up from the sofa and make my way to the kitchen to quickly cook something up. Zach was feeling a bit hungover after yesterday and he loved being treated like a baby whenever he was sick. I took out 2 bowls of instant ramen to satisfy his hunger.

I held onto the sleeves of my sweater while leaning on the kitchen counter as I waited for the water to boil. The incident from Jessica’s party last night replayed in my mind once again. Zach would flip if he knew and I didn’t want to ruin Zach and Monty’s friendship. Besides, Monty was just drunk, I think to myself, he was just intoxicated and didn’t know what he was doing. But it still wasn’t an excuse, I continue to think. The incident scared me, Monty, scared me.

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His Family Doesn’t Like You PT 2

“Where’s Y/N?” Gemma asked, as she stepped out of the car.

The day had been tense. By the time Gemma and Anne woke up Harry was in the kitchen. He kissed her on the cheek and she was out the door with a bag in her hand, a bag that Gemma knew costed a semester of college. When Anne brought it up Harry shut it down, ‘my house, my rules, treat her and talk about her the way you wish to be treated,’ he reminded them. 

After some convincing Harry went out with them. They walked the streets of LA, and enjoyed their time. She wasn’t brought up and the tension seemed to fade. 

“Yes why isn’t y/n spending time with us,” Anne says, her tone full of disgust as she said her name, “is she out shopping?”  

Harry takes in a deep breath, trying to remain calm, “I thought it might be best if my family wasn’t down her throat all the time so she picked up an extra shift,” Harry answered. 

“She works?” Anne asked, shock clear in her voice. 

“Mum,” Harry says, “if you’re going to talk about her it will be in a nice way. She is my girlfriend, I love her. I see a future with her, and I will not have her run off because of you guys.”

“You won’t get my blessing,” Anne says firmly. 




“They hate me, they literally hate me,” she says into the phone as she walks into her house. 

She shuts the door behind her and tosses her keys on to the small table. She loved seeing Harry when she came home from work, but she was thankful to see the range rover out of the drive way today. 

“I’m sure they don’t hate you,” Sarah says into the phone, and she was just glad that someone in Harry’s life liked her. 

“They do, you should’ve heard what they were saying yesterday,” she sighs, “and my car broke down today. I had to have Stan pick me up and drive me to work and the drop me off at home.”

“Where’s your car now?”

“In the shop, it’s going to cost me over fifteen hundred to get it fixed,” she says, walking to the kitchen and grabbing some of the left over cookies, “I had to borrow money from my parents, and now I’m working doubles for the next three months so I can pay them back. And I know once Harry sees me working more he’s going to snoop.”

“Just tell him,” Sarah says. 

“No way, I can’t he’ll want to fix it or buy me a new car, and a new car would be nice but I’m not ready to give up Vicky and she’s still useful.”

“Not really, this is the forth time you’ve gone to get her fixed, if Harry knew he would be mad,” Sarah responds. 

“I know,” she groans, hoping on the stool. 

“What are you going to tell Harry? Won’t he notice the missing car.”

“I’m still trying to figure it out,” she sighs, “maybe if I’m lucky Harry won’t even notice.”

“Notice what?” Harry asked, shrugging off his jacket as he walks in with his mother and sister, his eye brow is raised. 

“I’ll call you later Sarah,” she says. 

“Okay cool, bye.”

“What happened?” Harry asked. 

“Nothing you need to worry about,” she says, “how was your day?”

“It was fine,” Gemma answered, “Harry showed us around, it’s a shame you couldn’t join us.”

She doesn’t sound sarcastic or rude and Harry smiled softly, “maybe we can all go out tonight?” Gemma asked, “I would really like to get to know you.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely,” Y/N responds, taken back, “but I picked up another shift at the diner and I have to be back in three hours.”

“What? Why?” Harry asked, “was it your car? I didn’t see it out there. I told you it was a piece of crap, how much is it to get fixed?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she sighed. 

“I’m worried if that means you’re going to be out all the time to try and pay it off when it will break down again,” Harry frowned, “I can help.”

“Of course you can,” Anne says, “just buy her the car shop.”

She frowns, hoping off the stool, “I’m really trying to not be rude Mrs. Twist,” she says, “but I do love your son and I don’t love him for his money.”

“I don’t believe it,” Anne says, “and just as I told Harry you won’t be getting my blessing.”

“Mum-”

“I’m sorry Harry,” she says, “I love you, I really do and you know that, but I can’t be the reason you don’t get along with your mom.”

“Y/N,” Harry says, turning to her, his heart dropping, “please don’t.”

“I can’t Harry,” she shakes her head, “I just-I can’t. I need to go.”

She shoves past them, the door shutting behind her. Harry turns to Anne, his mother stands, looking at just where she stood. 

“This is your fault,” Harry seethed, “this is all your fault!”

“Harry it’s for the best-”

“No!” Harry yelled, “she wasn’t after my money, she wasn’t after my fame! Y/N and I dated for six months before she even considered coming out in public with our relationship! Y/N was struggling with thousands of dollars to owe to a college and I helped her because I love her! I helped her because it meant she could pick up less shifts and be with me! Y/N has done nothing wrong, all she has done is love your son! She didn’t see me as the media portrayed me. The same media that called your son a womanizer, the same media that claimed I slept with thousands of girls, the same media that tries to tear me apart, you’ve seen what they can do!”

“Harry-”

“Yes I paid off her loans, but she had most of them paid off, yes I bought this house but half the stuff in this house she has paid for! And yes I bought her a car because she always has that piece of garbage she calls a car in a shop. If roles were switched and she had a higher income I know she would do the same for me, but you just can’t accept that!” Harry yelled, “and now you’ve gone and driven away the one women who could put up with me. The one women who didn’t care about the Harry Styles, but cared about me.”

“I’m sorry,” Anne whispered, tears in her own eyes. 

“It’s a little late for that,” he snapped.