The Middle - Jimmy Eat World | Hope of Morning - Icon for Hire | Rise - Katy Perry | Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande | Wildest Dreams - Taylor Swift | Confident - Demi Lovato | Final Call - Koven | Love Me Now - John Legend | Level Up - Vienna Teng
Death of a Bachelor - P!ATD | So Bad - Brandon Skeie | That’s What I Like - Bruno Mars | Viva La Vida - Coldplay | Che Gelida Manina - Luciano Pavarotti | I Really Like You - Carly Rae Jepson | Into You - Ariana Grande | Still Falling for you - Ellie Goulding | O Mio Babbino Caro - Giacomo Puccini
phil makes me feel the way i do when i’m on an early morning road trip, comfortably sleepy, the sky painted with pink and orange as the sun’s rays peak through the clouds warming my skin, the world draped with a glow of something new filling me with a sense of calming hope for the moments to come
No. Turns out I was mistaken. Life is too short to spend it with people who annoy you. I just wanna spend it with people I really, really love. Like you and, uh...Well, mostly just you. Everybody else thanks for being here and I just wanna say... When my time comes, I want to be buried face down, so that anyone who doesn't like me can kiss my ass.
You entered the restaurant arm in arm with Emily, meeting Garcia in the lobby, her wide grin and neon shoes brightening the place up.
As the maitre de led you to your seats, you lagged behind.
“I’m here.” You set an alarm for twenty eight minutes later, giving yourself time to excuse yourself to go the bathroom if you needed to.
An immediate reply.
“Excellent. 19:33 will be the next check in. At dinner you’re drinking vodka martinis. You may have three in here. No more. Along with at least two glasses of water. For starter you’ll have Gorgonzala Mushrooms and your main will be Pollo Parmiggiano. If you have room for dessert, vanilla ice cream and the tiramisu. I know that Garcia is an instagram girl, I’ll be checking hers for photos of the food and drinks she’ll no doubt post.”
You chuckled under your breath. Penelope was indeed what you all jokingly referred to as an insta whore. Whenever there was a team night out, photos of food, drinks, and toilet selfies ended up being posted throughout the night. Luckily, her settings were private.
You slid into the booth next to Emily, placing your phone on the leather seat beside you, tucking it just enough under your leg so that you’d feel it vibrate.
A waiter came over within a minute of you sitting down.
“Would you ladies care to see the drinks menu or do you know what you’re having.”
Emily looked at Garcia. “Wine?”
“White wine, Pino Grigio please, two bottles.” Garcia agreed. This was your standard drinking game. White wine at the restaurant, followed by shots or cocktails where ever you ended up.
“Actually ladies, I’m not feeling wine tonight. Could I get a vodka martini please?”
“Of course. I’ll be back shortly with your drinks.” The waiter handed each of you a food menu which you pretended to look engrossed in.
“Martini, Y/N. You feeling a little shaken but not stirred?” Emily asked you.
“Oh she definitely needs a stirring,” Garcia laughed.
“Yep, it’s been a while since I’ve had a good stirring ladies… Speaking of which, Penny. When exactly are you and Derek gonna admit to each other that you’re secretly in love with each other?”
“Oh baby cakes, there’s nothing secret about our love.”
You played along with their banter, throwing comments backward and forwards until the waiter came back with your drinks. As predicted, Garcia pulled out her phone taking a photo, and seconds later you felt your phone vibrate with what you knew would be an instagram tag.
The waiter took your food order, you ordering exactly what Spencer had told you to and feeling a slight rush as you did so.
The conversation flowed between you three ladies as it always did, although you kept glancing at the silver wrist watch you had on. At 19:28, you made your excuses, and went to the bathroom.
Waiting until 19:33 exactly, you texted Spencer.
“Good good. I’m out for an early dinner with my mother too. Enjoying the martini?” He must have had his phone out and literally waiting for you to text as the reply was instant.
“It’s not what I’d normally drink but it’s enjoyable.”
“You seem to be finding that about a lot of things you wouldn’t normally do Y/N. 20:03 please.”
You reset your alarm for 20:01 and headed back to the table where your food had arrived. You tucked in, Emily and Garcia draining their first bottle of wine quickly and moving on to the second. They raised the bottle at you in offering, but you shook your head. You still hadn’t finished your first drink, although you were starting to feel slightly fuzzy already. It was super strong.
Eight pm came and you felt your phone vibrating, this time just casually picking it up and texting “checking in” before resetting the alarm for 20:30.
“Everything okay?” Emily asked.
“Just my sister,“ you told them, starting on the main course that had arrived and ordering another drink from a passing waiter, the girls asking for another bottle.
The night went on and you hit every one of your check ins until you got to the club.
Garcia had wanted to try a new bar that had opened and you missed your check in as you were stuck at the entrance desk, paying your cover. By the time you got to the toilets it was 11:07 and you had a message from Spencer.
You felt a surge of excitement.
“I was paying to get in to a club. Do I go from the new time now? Also… What am I drinking here? I’ve had the three martinis I was allowed.”
“New time. 11:37 for the next one. Buy the girls a round of tequila shots and then get yourself a beer to chase it down with. Any brand will do. You can have two more shots, but that’s it as I know the girls will try to buy you more, and two more beers. You’re to stay out no later than 1:30am.”
You left the bathroom, spotting the girls at the bar and making your way through the crowds to them.
“What you drinking?” Garcia asked you, shouting to be heard over the music.
“I’ll get these!” you yelled back, leaning over the bar to get the bartender’s attention.
“Three tequila slammers and three bottles of bud please.”
The bartender took you money and lined the shots up, limes and salt packets on a little dish to the side. As predicted Garcia took a photo, posting it to her instagram feed before you all knocked them back.
“Another round please bar keep!” Garcia instructed the bar tender, waving her money at him suggestively.
And so another round was had, you wincing at the sharp taste and the sudden buzz. Emily was just about to order round three when Penelope grabbed your wrists and tugged you over to the dance floor.
“This is my jam!”
Prentiss just looked at you and rolled her eyes slightly. When Penelope was drunk, every song was her jam. But still you went with it, bumping and grinding up against each other like college students rather than the late twenties/mid thirties that you all were.
One song merged into the next and between the tequila buzz and the pounding of the bass, you didn’t feel your phone vibrating signifying the next alarm. And when Emily dissappeared to the bar and came back with another round of shots, you were too distracted to feel the texts that were landing in your inbox.
A group of guys had started to inch closer to you on the dance floor, Garcia playfully flirting with them. When they actively started dancing behind you, you made your excuses and disappeared into the ladies, slamming one of the cubicles door shut and sitting down.
Pulling your phone out, you saw it was 12:48am.
What the fuck… How was it that time?
You had seven messages.
“That’s two strikes Y/N.”
“I expect an update in the next ten minutes or else it’s three. Unless there’s a good excuse.”
“If there’s no update in the next fifteen minutes, I’m doubling the amount.”
“Y/N, are you okay?”
The last one was sent three minutes ago and you quickly hit the call button, you didn’t trust yourself to text.
“I’m sorry,” you blurted out as soon as he answered.
“I was beginning to worry Y/N.”
“I know, I’m sorry. The music’s too loud and I couldn’t feel my phone.”
“You realise you have six strikes right now against you right?”
“I know,” you whispered, not daring to let your mind wonder how he would redeem those.
“For your sake I hope you don’t rack up too many more tonight. Unless of course, you’re actually wanting to be punished?”
Every inch of your body was screaming Yes Yes YES.
“Good. Although for my sake, I’m hoping you do rack up more. Having you naked in my apartment all evening and crawling around on all fours is definitely seeming like the next level of punishment for you.” His voice was cool, but breathy.
“I’d do that for you anyway….. ”
“Would you now?”
You leant your head against the side of the cubicle, right next to a Carly loves Dan graffiti love heart drawn in crude black marker. “Yes.”
“And have me paddle you from behind?”
“Fuuuck,“ you groaned into the mouth piece and you heard him laugh.
“Y/N?” You heard a yell. “You in here?”
“Shit. I gotta go. ”
“I heard, I’ll let you off the rest of the check ins. Text me when you’re home okay.”
“Okay.” You hung up and slipped your phone into your back, finishing up and flushing.
When you unlocked the cubicle, you saw Emily leaning against the sink.
“Who were you talking to?”
“Me?….erm… No one.” You started washing your hands quickly, not meeting her gaze.
“Bull shit.” She over pronounced both words carefully. “I heard you. And you dissappeared in here almost as soon as those guys started making serious moves towards you. Are you…. Are you seeing someone?”
“NO!” Too loud Y/N, too loud. Emily’s eyes narrowed.
“You are! What’s his name? Where did you meet him?”
“Erm…. He’s an old flame from college. We bumped into each other a few months ago and hit it off again. His name…. ” You racked your brain quickly. “Is Dan… Daniel.”
“Why didn’t you tell us?!”
“It’s erm…. early days yet. I didn’t want to make a big deal out of things.” You dried your hands on a paper towel, discarding it into the bin and suddenly feeling sleepy.
“Well let us know as soon as it becomes a big deal. I won’t say anything okay, I’m guessing you don’t want people to know otherwise you’d have said.”
“Thanks Em. Listen.. I think I’m gonna get out of here, I’m beat.”
“Me too. Let’s find Penny and go.”
Forty five minutes later and you were home, peeling off your clothes and changing, then crawling into bed having placed a bottle of water onto your night stand.
“Home.. Sleepy.” You texted Spencer, struggling to focus on your screen. You were too old to be drinking tequila shots. And those vodka martinis had been strong.
“It’s a shame your so sleepy Y/N. I was looking forward to directing a certain object into your underwear over the phone.”
As exciting as that sounded to you, you’d have probably passed out halfway through. And that was NOT sexy.
“Too tired… Another night.”
“I’ll hold you to that. Drink plenty of water and get some sleep then, Snow White.”
“You remind me of Snow White. In fact, you’re the physical embodiment of the written description of her. Skin as white as snow, lips as red as blood, and hair as black as ebony.”
This was true, a comparison that even you could see, although you wouldn’t quite go as far as the lips as red as blood.
Okay, here’s the thing. I’ve been a fan of the USWNT for quite sometime now but that was about it so I was fine fangirling on my own. But now I’m getting into NWSL as well and I really need people to talk about it with because I really need to express how I feel and tweeting about it with no one responding just doesn’t do it anymore. That’s why I came here, to find more people who like both (or just one, I don’t care) so we can share thoughts and stuff. So if you know good accounts that post about it please let me know or if you want to talk with me just hit me up.
This comic is dedicated to Carly - forgottenwhispersxo, my Bixanna queen because today is her birthday yee~ The story inspired by one of her amazing drabbles, but i tweaked it a bit so it’s kinda shorter ♥ Also sorry for the long post ( ≧Д≦) it’s pretty short so i just want a better look for it <3
This is a random idea I had a little while ago. I hope you guys like it! xox
Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen
threw a wish in the well,
ask me, I’ll never tell I
looked to you as it fell, And
now you’re in my way
trade my soul for a wish, Pennies
and dimes for a kiss I
wasn’t looking for this, But
now you’re in my way
a hunter was a lonely business; it was something you’d grown
accustomed to over the years. Sure, you had a few hunter friends
scattered around but their numbers were dwindling fast and you were
starting to worry you’d be next. So when the Winchester’s offered to
let you move in and team up with them, you took them up on their
offer immediately. You had no idea how quickly your life was going to
had known the Winchester’s as long as you could remember, thanks to
your Uncle Bobby. When he’d passed away, you’d gone off alone, unable
to be around anyone that reminded you of him. And the Winchester’s
were basically family which meant they were one hundred percent
avoided. You felt guilty for a long time; you knew that Uncle Bobby
had been like a father to them and they were hurting just as much as
you were. After a year or so, you came to your senses and reunited
with the brothers, leading to the current situation.
The (official) release of Cut To The Feeling has really just awoken the Carly Rae Jepsen stan in me again. I love her so much and I never want her to hurt or feel bad…she gives us so much and is just such a genuinely good person ugh WE LOVE HER!!!!! Why is her whole career a love letter to the gays?? A question with no definite answer but yes we STAN. I feel like I’m on a cloud when I listen to her!!!! She makes me want to be in love, she makes me want to dance, drink, cry, and be whoever I wanna be!!! Truly queen of E•MO•TION(s)!! Her music gives me hope and lifts me up when I’m down!! Here’s to many more years of music from Carly!! Love to you ALL I’m basking in happiness right now!!
This was originally a request from @alievans007 that’s been a very long time coming. Apologies for the wait but it’s taken me forever to envisage the perfect scenario. So, hope you enjoy!
‘Babe, I know you’re super excited about this secret plan of yours but I don’t think security are going to let you take me on a plane blindfolded, somehow.’ You’d been beside yourself since you’d arrived home from work, only to be all but bundled into the car by your much bigger and much stronger boyfriend, assured that everything you needed was already packed. He’d insisted that you wear the blindfold but you quickly realised that it was more for show than for any practical reason.
Requested by @babyseguin:
Carlie said she would like a fic where her and Curtis go to the zoo on an off day. Please somehow involve monkeys, maybe like that’s one of their favorite animals or he gets her a stuffed monkey from the gift shop, Carlie would really appreciate it 😘😘 @darthbenn
*Love you both!! Carlieeee I hope you like this one, after all the Jordie drabbles I put up. Enjoy! :)*
Word count: 909
You crossed your legs as you watched your boyfriend walk
over to you, his hands hiding something behind him, a goofy smile on his face.
Judging from the smile alone, you already know he’s up to something – good or
bad, the judgment is still out on that but Curtis McKenzie doesn’t smile like
that and have nothing up his sleeves.
And I Forgot To Tell You I Love You (Harry One Shot) *Request
A/N: Here I am being a broken record again; I’m so sorry this took forever and a day to finish. It’s so very sad, it was difficult to dive into it like I wanted to.
This is technically a request, one that got wildly out of hand, for an angsty blurb about being married to Harry and finding yourself at odds with each other. So, my dear anon who requested that, please consider this your blurb!
I should say that this one shot surely wouldn’t have been finished without the help of two wonderful people, Carly (smut-reading-mum) and Vanessa (vanessavanessafoundaboy), both of whom listened and offered advice and guidance when I repeatedly went crying to them for help with this. I don’t think I’d be posting this without them, so thank you!
And of course thank you to all of you who waited patiently for this! I hope you like it xx
((oh and btw, from here on out italics will indicate a flashback))
Mornings with Harry used to be your favorite. Every single one was a gift; the hotel mornings where he ordered breakfast and smiled softly at you when you thanked him, the early mornings, yawning every thirty seconds and blinking sleepily at Harry as he readied himself for some pre dawn obligation. The mornings far far apart, when he was in a distant time zone and managed to squeeze a Skype session in to share coffee over. The mornings where you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. The hangover mornings after a long drunken night, the sad mornings where you only held each other, the crazy mornings with hardly a moment to spare to sneak in a kiss. The happy birthday mornings, the lazy mornings, the rainy mornings, the lie in mornings. Every one was unique and every one was perfect because you got to spend it with him.
You exchanged vows, and the mornings were even better, waking up with his ring on your finger and hearing him call you “Mrs. Styles”. You got pregnant with your first child, and you got used to feeding schedules and wandering down the hall to find Harry asleep, long legs dangling off your child’s bed, with the young one dozing on his chest.
You don’t know when that ended, when the mornings lost their brilliance, with the hours in between quickly following suit. You don’t remember when the thought of waking up next to Harry didn’t fill you with warmth from head to toe.
Somehow you let it slip through your fingers, and every breath you take feels like one less in the way of a catastrophe.
show us your analysis of call me maybe i am ready for this
i hope you’re ready for this because i’m about to go hard at it
I threw a wish in the well: our little lesbian carly is feeling rather lonely and sad and hopes the moon will send her a cute girl to makeout with Don’t ask me I’ll never tell: however, she’s still not ready to come out and let her folks know she’s gay, so she’ll keep it a secret and if you ask her about her sexuality, she’ll most likely deny it I looked at you as it fell: a cute girl comes to her life and she’s instantly bewitched by her And now you’re in my way: she’ll obviously keep bumping onto her (whether it’s intentional or not)
He observes Tetsurou’s dark circles when he comes home from work every night, in turn kissing them all, a silent “i’m glad to be home”. Tetsurou never complains, though. He loves teaching little kids about chemistry and physics and the secrets of the universe. But Kenma knows he likes it best when he’s wearing a pair of ratty old sweats, eating popcorn and laughing at really bad movies with the rest of them. And he always brings back leftover candy from school.
He observes Keiji’s mouth, a slight droop of lips indicating his discomfort at having to work overtime at the hospital. Keiji never complains, though. He loves helping people. But Kenma knows he likes it best when he’s at home, absorbed in a good book, his head on one of their laps, enjoying one of the quieter moments with the rest of them. And he always brings back flowers that remind him of them.
He observes Koutarou from a distance, a star shining almost too bright to look at directly. But he sees the sagging of his shoulders, an indication of self doubt and dejection. Koutarou doesn’t complain about it, though. He loves playing volleyball and he knows his students look up to their coach, a figure of strength and resilience. But Kenma knows that no matter how spirited Koutarou might appear to his students, he likes it best when he is sitting under the blankets with the rest of them, late at night, talking about the latest ghost story he’s heard from his students, an act that always always leads to cuddling. And he always hugs them all so hard, lifting them off their feet and planting a kiss with a plop on their cheeks.
Where does Kenma find himself in this equation? How does he show his love, when he can’t even say the words “i love you”? Maybe he doesn’t have to.
HERE IT IS @newazatime! Birthday Surprise Secret #3 hahaha! :D
Wishing you a very happy birthday, Daniel my love ♥(◕‿◕✿)
I wanted to give you something meaningful as a gift for your 29th year. I thought long and hard and remembered we took lots of videos of and with each other during my last trip over there. Using my video editing skillzz, I came up with THIS :D Hoping this video will remind you of our happy moments together while we’re apart (for now).
I hope that you’ll like it my boopy :) I love you very much ♥ ♥ ♥ HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! \ (•◡•) /
I wiped the sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, glaring up at that horrific, round yellow ball in the sky. I’d never been so hot in all my life. Until a few weeks ago, I had no idea what sunshine actually felt like. All I’d ever known was what I experienced in the Ark…and when you spend part of your life in a prison cell, you don’t experience much. Sun, fresh air, grass, trees…all of it was new. Sometimes I still caught myself just staring, caught up in the newness of the world that surrounded me. A world I’d only read about in books and never in a million years dreamt I’d be able to see for myself.
Damn, things had changed fast. My awe and wonder towards the sun was quickly fading, though, the longer I was forced to work in it. All thanks to slave driver Bellamy and his gang of merry followers. I was all for putting up a wall and finding a way to protect ourselves, but I wasn’t all about working non-stop for hours without food, water, or rest of any kind. I came to a halt trying to catch my breath. Across the camp, I could see Bellamy standing just near the door to the drop ship, surveying his little worker bees with an arrogant expression. What a tool. The more I watched him, the more annoyed I felt. Who voted him chancellor of the ground anyways?
Relatively speaking, sure. But what does that even mean? Does it mean you put other people before yourself? I mean, if so, you’re actually a pretty bad person. But you don’t, like, hit puppies. So that’s good.