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My Secret Session Story.

On October 6th (the day after I got my wisdom teeth out) Taylor Nation Dmed me about a top secret event I was invited to. As soon as I read that I knew I had to go no matter what, I fell on the floor, and I was sobbing. On October 8th I got a call from Taylor Nation, and they told me it would be on October 18th in Rhode Island. Even though that is so far away from Ontario, Canada my parents were still so supportive and said we would go. Btw an hour after the call Taylor came on my livestream and just wow.

I then went out and bought a really cute outfit, and kept it a secret from everyone, and couldn’t sleep for the whole week.

Once the London Secret Session happened, I knew that’s what I would be attending too. And I once again started crying. Every time I thought about what would happen on October 18th I cried.

Finally on October 17th we began our 10 hour drive down, and I just listened to Taylor the whole time (I should’ve done homework, but like…) and it was so fun!

Then the day came…

I woke up early, walked on the beach and explored Rhode Island. Then I got ready for the night!

At around 2:40pm we drove to the meeting place, and got all checked in and got our wristbands and everything. I also met up with my online friend Akhila who was also invited!!!

Then we all got in these cars and drove up to TAYLOR SWIFTS HOUSE. The gates opened all dramatically and I began sobbing!!


We then went into Taylor’s kitchen and ate food, I went out on her balcony and talked to Scott (he gave me so many guitar picks), I met Andrea, Austin, and Tree as well! They were all so kind.

The food was amazing, I ate so many of the rep m&m’s.

We then gathered into Taylor’s living room, they closed the blinds, dimmed the lights and the session began. (((WHAT HAPPENS IN THE SECRET SESSIONS STAYS IN THE SECRET SESSIONS)))

Lemme just say that the album was absolutely amazing, the best one yet. Taylor was in her chair dancing and singing along the whole time and looked around at all of us. She made eye contact with me so many times, and smiled at me, and danced with me, and I cried so much. I was so freaking close to her and she looked so beautiful and she was soooooooo happy.

She looked flawless, and her happiness radiated to all of us.

(((more stuff happened here that I can’t talk about))))

Then we went into another room and waited to meet Taylor.

During this sessions she wasn’t rushed, she took her time with everyone, and it was supposed o end at 9:15 but I was there till 11:30.

I went into the room to meet Taylor, and she hugged me so tight. She knew my name (she said it wrong but she knew how to spell it so it was all good, and then she said it 5 more times the right way lol). She was even more gorgeous that close up, I couldn’t believe what was happening, yet she was so easy to talk to?

We talked about how amazing the new album is, I said that Red was my absolute favourite but Rep took the #1 place and she was like “LOW FIVE, HUGH FIVE!!!”

Then we talked my livestream she watched, and how I couldn’t find my cat. And she said she’s seen me online so much but I used to be more tanned ahahah.

She kept complimenting my outfit, and stroked my choker saying “I love it it’s so delicate” and how my shoes matched my skirt and my choker matched my nails, so she proceeded to touch my nails.

She said she loved how energetic I was and that I was dancing with a childlike joyfulness the whole time!

At one point I was like “you’re gorgeous” and then she tapped my arm and said “YOU’RE GORGEOUS” and later she said “you’re an angel” so I tapped her arm and said “YOU’RE AN ANGEL” it was so cute.

Then she asked what type of pose I wanted to do and I said “I was thinking like two best friends just chilling on the couch” and she was like “OHMYGOSH YESSS DO YOU WANNA HOLD A GRAMMY????”

So we started talking about the Grammy I was holding which was aoty for 1989 !!!!!

Taylor was like “yes that’s the new baby.”

On the way over to the couch I stumbled and the couch moved and she was like “oh don’t worry I do that all the time.”

Then we sat on the couch, she threw her legs across me with her amazing black boots, and she cuddled me as I held the Grammy!!

Then she was like “Halley’s mom!! Do you wanna hold the Grammy?”

So we took another photo standing up with my mom, and I hugged her as my mom held the Grammy.

Then I thanked her for everything and told her I love her.

And she was like “I love you, you little fashionista” and did a little dance.

Then I walked out of that beautiful house, got a bag of merch, and went back to my hotel room.

Then Taylor came on my tumblr and liked soooo many posts and reblogged one and just the day couldn’t get any better.

The amount of joy I felt for the whole night was absolutely amazing. Nothing can ever compare. It’s safe to say that it was the best day/night of my life and I will cherish it forever.

I can’t believe Taylor wanted to meet me, invited me into her home to listen to her new album, and knew about me!?!?!

October 18th 2017 will forever hold a special place in my heart.

Some eventful days at college

-my best friend was accused of attempted murder by my uni. It was so scary and ridiculous at the same time. We were freshmen. She asked me to witness at court, in the end the charges were dropped.
-me and my other friends trespassed into a morgue. We got caught and the guard let us off with a warning. He told us not to get spooked on our way down.
-kids deadass watching porn on their laptops while the professors do not give a single shit
-there was a bomb threat on the day of prelim exams and everyone was evacuated. The bomb threat was apparently made by a bunch of seniors who wanted to delay the exam dates.
-I forgot to watch the weather while on my way to Uni and I was asleep on the bus. Too sleepy to notice it was storming. The bus got caught in a flood and as I went down, the water reached to my knees. I had to wade through waist-deep flood to go down like four blocks to get home. It was Bad Scoob.
-literally just. Professors showing up to class /reeking/ of weed. One professor swaggered into class and started teaching analytical geometry and everyone was just. Sitting there trying to tell him it was a Marketing Strategies class
-I accidentally joined a one day recreational class on veganism.
- I get this sounds like a Classic ™ Tumblr story but I had this professor who was always an emotional Mess. He showed up to class one day hungover, with his shirt inside out, stained, eyes red, and flip flops.
-he went into class and asked us to turn off the lights. He went to his desk while the rest of us were sitting in silence and the man just. Starts crying. “I don’t even know why I’m crying, guys. I’m sorry. Give me a second to gather myself.” And he slammed his fist on the table. “I hate this class so fucking much.”

RPG Maker Fever Hanged by Four Dwarfs

Warning:This article may contain spoilers and the content inappropriate for children…or may not contain.But get the children away from the screen just in case.

It was the rainy day just like this one. I was in my room watching  porn the stars, when I’ve noticed the body hanging in the opposite window. Neighbor hung himself. While examining the scene I’ve found his laptop with unfinished article. I’ve got the laptop and went home. Later I got arrested for break-in, but before that I managed to post this article on tumblr. Enjoy!

1. Blight Dream

Blight Dream is an exploration adventure game, where you play as a girl, suffering from memory disorder ( don’t confuse with amnesia ), whose goal is to regain memories from the blank period of her life. But there’s one little problem-it seems that your brother isn’t really excited about you getting back your memories, that’s why he’s watching your every step and prevents all your attempts to remember. So, watch his movements and try not to get caught by him. But is it really your brother, who you should be afraid of? Play and see for yourself. Beside interesting plot, this game has high-quality visuals ( character’s 3D-models are similar to ones in remake of FF3 and CP:Blood Drive ) and wisely chosen soundtrack.

2. 1BeatHeart

Here goes a sequel-spinoff to 1bitHeart, without friend-making and QTE-scenes though. This time the main character is Misane-chan, who, along with Nanashi, is solving various murder cases in resort hotel. Gameplay is very similar to Ace Attorney games, logic is pretty simple, so, as long as you’ve played any detective games-you’ll be fine even without hints. Like it’s predecessor, 1BeatHeart has wonderful presentation – beautiful art and sprites along with catchy soundtrack and quality voice acting.

3.The Hanged Man

The Strange Men Series is probably one of most known game series in rpg-horror community, and, no doubt, one of the most interesting. Here goes the last game in the series, which concludes the main plotline, and makes clear some things, that were hanging in the air since the Crooked Man. The Hanged Man  introduces us new protagonist – Will, a bit unstable, but still nice boy with active imagination, who’s searching for his missing friend. Along the way he’ll meet many of our old acquaintances from previous games. Once again, game has fully voiced cutscenes, with quality voice acting for an indie-game. Gameplay, though, is more simple compared to predecessors, most of the game you’ll be exploring various locations and  solving puzzles, there’s no action cut-ins, except for quite complicated final chase. Overall, the Hanged Man  is an interesting game and very decent conclusion of the whole series.

4.Farethere City

Here goes the game, made by Segawa, the author of our favorite End Roll. Farethere City was his first game, and it’s bit more simple in terms of gameplay ( for example, there’s no rpg-elements and game’s world isn’t that big ). But when it comes to story, City is as good as ER, both sad and moving,-game starts with little kelp  (Mr.Turnip?) named Pigula, who has recently moved to a new city and wishes to open a shop, but something is definitely off with both city and our  hero. Visual part is as bright as one in the End Roll (including a bit of stylish disturbing artwork).So, if you liked End Roll and still want more, I highly suggest playing Farethere City.

5.June Bride Nightmare

What a beautiful wedding…and how quickly it turned into a nightmare. Our protagonist, Yuno, was so close to finding her happiness with the man she loves, but ended up being the only surviving person on her own wedding, and now she’s forced to play hide and seek with the mysterious maniac in the church, where wedding was held. Every time the maniac appears, you have a choice to sneak past him or to run for it by performing a QTE. Game has an interesting story, good gameplay and wonderful presentation. Even if you are far from  romance ( like myself, heh ), Bride still leaves the strong impression, especially the bittersweet true ending ( there’s also secret ending, but it isn’t that good, really ).

6.Little Red Riding Hood’s Wolf

Who doesn’t know the tale about Red Riding Hood? Famous tale indeed, and has many various interpretations, in most of them the girl gets eaten by wolf one way or another. But not this time. In this game granny is dead from the very beginning, little Red Riding Hood and the wolf are working together in order to find the murderer. Story is interesting and have some nice plot-twists (personally, I liked how the theme of split personality played in here ) and characters are nice. When it comes to gameplay, LRRHW plays like any other rpg-horror, so if you aren’t new to genre, you’ll easily beat this game in a hour or so. It’ll be quite pleasant hour.

7.Stray Cat Crossing

If you constantly play rpg-horrors and still haven’t got tired from amnesiac characters, I highly recommend you to play Stray Cat Crossing. First thing, that catches the eye is very detailed sprites and pixel artwork. Other one is dark atmosphere of haunted house with stylish designs and some grotesque well-animated cutscenes. Gameplay is mostly consists from searching the right items and solving simple riddles, but there’s also one frustrating chasing scene at the end of the first section of the house. Story may lack originality, but still good and teaches us to forgive, this time not others, but yourself, since sometimes there’s things that are beyond our control. And despite ending being optimistic, closing credits are a bit creepy.

8.Three Ghostly Roses

You find yourself in the strange place, greeted by mysterious man in the blue cape, you don’t remember anything about yourself, except for the name. Edmund Brigham. Doesn’t ring a bell? Nope, it doesn’t. To find out about your past and your purpose, you’ll need to carefully explore every corner of the dark and unwelcome world, before it’ll start to fall apart. TGR looks very similar to NES games and has wonderful original soundtrack, which perfectly fits to dark atmosphere of the haunted world. Also game has pretty unique battle system, where you watch the enemy’s movements and try to exploit it’s weakness. And, there’s no healing items, you recover HP by defeating the enemies, but despite that, difficulty level is quite fair.


Good sleep is important, isn’t it? It definitely is, but not for the people in Dreamfarer, who don’t need to sleep at all. In the society, described in the game, sleep is considered something out of ordinary, since no one’ve slept and seen a dreams for a long time. Yet, little girl, who has an ability to travel between other’s dreams, accidentally gets into a dream of a man, who is currently in comatose state in the hospital. To get back to reality, you’ll need to swap between girl and the man, since both of them see the same things from different perspectives, and help the inhabitants of the dream world. Dreamfarer is one of those games, which start as cute adventure and get darker and darker towards the end. This game has amazing fully redrawn graphics and stunning artwork (there’s literally tons of CGs ).

10.Shirakami-sama to Yon-no-Oni 

 Our next game is perfect if you are tired from jumpscares, suggestive  content and brain(or heart)-breaking stories. Shirakami is very heartwarming game about friendship between boy and four demons, who help him in search of his cousin, who went missing while preparing to upcoming festival. Game has warm atmosphere of small village, strong with it’s traditions, beautiful illustrations and interesting gameplay, based on main character’s perception. There’s 3 endings in total, to see all of them you’ll need to beat the game 3 times (it’ll take from 3 to 5 hours in total ) and every time story goes the different way. Currently, game ia available only in russian and japanese.

11.From The Next Door

When you see something extremely cheap-it’s always suspicious. In case of food it might be rotten ( not always though ), in case of newly acquired house-get ready to deal with abomination living next door ( and no, I don’t mean neighbors ). Usually, when you notice paranormal activity in your house-you try to get away from it as far as you can, but in case of our heroine Namie ( who is as “smart” as Ayumi Shinozaki in CP: Blood Drive )- you’ll wait until things will get reeeeally ugly. Despite main heroine’s stupidity ( or thanks to it ), the game came out really creepy and interesting. Additionally I would like to praise game’s stylish visuals reminiscent of GBC-games and good work with setting the right atmosphere. And, once again, if you’re not the sensitive type-I suggest you playing in complete darkness with headphones on.


Despite the game’s title, you will meet neither Hansel nor Gretel, instead you are playing as twin brothers, one of them is timid and another is sharp-mouthed (oh well, they’re both little rascals, no matter how you look at it). Hansel is nice adventure game with variety of references to famous old fairy tales, good humor, adorable visuals and quite unexpected ending ( two endings, to be exact, since another one is unlocked after beating the game for the second time). Game is relatively short ( 30-40 minutes ) and puzzles can be easily solved without a guide.


Lavender presents another look on the Rapunzel’s story, in which there’s no prince and evil witch isn’t that evil. Your goal in this game is to descend the tower to retrieve your birthday present, solving various unique puzzles ( from feeding plants to playing chess ) on your way down. Lavender has quality pixel graphics and overall good presentation, which helps to create the feeling that you’re traveling through old storybook. Personally, I really liked the game’s normal ending, but there’s also a secret one for those, who like, when plot starts to turn grim and bloody.

14.Dudley and The Mysterious Tower

There goes a new title, developed by Sen, but don’t expect second Mad Father or Misao. Dudley is far more simple in terms of both plot and presentation. But it doesn’t mean that the game has nothing to offer. You play as a courier, who has an important delivery to tower’s owner, and his dog. Each floor of the tower is designed as a puzzle, in order to solve which you’ll need to switch between courier and the dog, who can do things courier can’t ( like seeing ghosts and talking to other animals).To climb the tower and see the contents of so-called “delivery”  you’ll need about 40 minutes, so if you have some free time-be my guest.

15.Apocalypse Never

And once again our closing title belongs to “escape” genre, where you need to leave locked apartments by all means necessary. This time you play as carefree guy, whose drunken older sister has changed all locks in the house. Game is about 30 minutes long and has several endings, which depend on how fast you’ll manage to escape the house and meet up with a friend ( don’t forget to bring “that” with you ).Also game has good humor (some jokes are just hilarious) and nice art style.

anonymous asked:

You said you met Michael Lee Brown twice, how cool! Details?

Yes!! I did meet him!! He’s just….incredible. Like… Okay, here are the details. LONG BUT FULFILLING STORY TIME!!!

SO! I first met him when I saw the show in January. It was his first performance in the show on Broadway and he was filling in for Will Roland as Jared Kleinman (and he was RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING). After the show, I stagedoored. There were only about twenty other people–I mean it was literally a single row deep around those little fences–who waited out for the cast (again, I’ll remind y’all that this was in January. Before the cast album. Before the Tonys. Before any major press, really) so it was pretty barren and the entire cast–except for Rachel Bay Jones, who had to leave early to help her daughter with something, we were told–came out and actually had the time and space to have in-depth conversations and take pictures with everyone out there. I’M STILL FKING YELLING ABOUT THIS YALL AND IM NEVER GONNA STOP but I’m trying to keep it together deep breaths. 

So! Michael Lee Brown came out and we all applauded for him (he had also gotten a special round of applause after the show ended because he deserved it) and he was just so sweet and humble. I got a picture with him (which I printed out and is currently hanging up in my room because it’s SO COOL KEEP IT TOGETHER) and talked a little bit. Mainly I just rambled on and on about how much I loved the musical while trying not to cry again and he thanked me about four hundred times (!!!!!!!!). BUT THEN! but then.

I went back home and completely fell in love with the show, back when there was only one fic for it one AO3, which I wrote, and the DEH tag on Tumblr was comprised of 3 posts. And I wrote him a letter, which said thank you about four hundred times as well, and sent him a little picture that I drew. 

Then, I was incredibly lucky enough to see the show again in April (how???? that’s a whole different story and I don’t think I have the time or space here I’m still). And during intermission, I don’t know if they do this anymore, but Michael and Colton Ryan were hanging out in the audience; I think they were watching the show too. And I saw them and freaked the fck out and was just like That’s Them That’s Them That’s Them, because at this point I was beyond into this show and it was all so much more intimidating.

And I wasn’t going to bother them, because I was really really nervous about being annoying, like maybe they didn’t want to talk to anyone or whatever. Honestly, they blended in completely with the audience and no one else seemed to notice them. BUT THEN! This one girl, wearing a DEH t-shirt, came up to Colton and very very politely asked for his autograph. He smiled and agreed and signed her Playbill and started to talk to her, like, oh, have you seen the show before, what do you think etc. etc. etc.

So, I figured, that if she could do it, so could I, anxiety be damned!!!! ANXIETY BE DAMNED!!! So, I thought, I’ll just do the exact same thing she did and not be annoying because if I didn’t I would regret it forever and ever and ever and ever. SO! I went up to him and was like, “Hey, how are you?” And he looked at me for about 10 seconds and then said, “Were you here in January?” and I swear my heart stopped. Like??? He recognized me??? I’M STILL YELLING I AM BEYOND BLESS HIS HEART AND SOUL And I replied that, yes, I did go to that show, and that he was completely amazing as Jared in every single way. And he thanked me and asked what my name was. I gave it to him, and then he said, “Did you send me a letter?”

AND I DID! AND HE TALKED ABOUT THE LITTLE DRAWING TOO!!! HE SAID!!! “That was the first fan letter I’ve ever gotten, thank you!” And HUGGED ME??? he hugged me. I’ve been hugged by the one and only MLB and I’m still yelling! ?! I swear to God, Michael Lee Brown is such a good and incredible person, he is so kind and talented and wonderful in every way, and I still feel so beyond blessed. Like? AH

Then the bells rung, signaling that intermission was over, and I went back to my seat and… there’s my story of the two times I met the stunning, stunning person that is known as Michael Lee Brown (AHHHHHHH!!!!)

yall i had a dream that we got a clip from evens pov and it was the most beautiful thing ive watched

i just want to start kristanna week out by saying this fandom is incredible.

and i don’t even mean the frozen fandom as a whole, literally just the kristanna fandom itself feels like home to me now. 

i haven’t been this active in a fandom on tumblr since tangled came out, but when it was pretty much confirmed that there wouldn’t be a sequel and the website went to shit in 2012, the rush of college life caught up to me and i didn’t really feel the magic of being on tumblr anymore. so i took a hiatus. i came back last year for kristanna (and kakasaku and jonsa) and i’m loving it here again!

i got this idea in my head of a modern-day kristoff being a sexy UPS guy and the idea stuck, so i had to write a story around it. i tried my best to incorporate each of the kristanna week prompts into the story. i may still dabble in some drabbles this week but i knew october would be a super busy month for me so i wanted to at least have something prepped in advance. this story will be 20 chapters, and i’ll be updating by posting a chapter a day for the duration of kristanna week and beyond :-) 

so this is my gift to all you wonderful people in the kristanna fandom, thank you so so much for basically adopting me as one of your own and just being the awesome, amazingly talented, funny people that you all are!

special thanks especially to–

@kristanna@kristannafever, @myprovincialife@jenniferjuni-per, @whitefeather79, @m-catherine311, @lukin08 @upthenorthmountain, @reiswonderlanduk, @itsxanna, @jessica988, @frenzy5150, @karis-the-fangirl, @quirkoholic, @icemankris, @modvinnie, @faithambr, @punkpoemprose, and @insectoid5 and @severelydecaffeinatedzombie and @thecycleista

and thank you thank you THANK YOU to anyone who’s ever faved, reviewed, or followed me on ff.net. i used to just write for myself for stress-relief but knowing that people enjoy my writing and that it brings them even the slight bit of happiness is so amazing to me and really keeps me going and and god, just thank you.

if i forgot anyone i’m seriously super sorry, you’re still special to me and i’m just a terribly scatterbrained person (if you reply and lmk i’ll totally edit this post and give you a shoutout)

Originally posted by la-chica-con-el-alma-desgastada

without further ado, here’s the link to the master post for disrupted. i hope you enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing!

Girl's Night

Originally posted by martziplier98

Request: I noticed that you don’t have any Kathryn x reader things and I was thinking about like her having a girls night sleepover thing with Amy where they gossip and do face masks and such but then male readers like “yo can I join?” Not in a weird way but like boys can enjoy that stuff too and you also haven’t written much with male readers so yeah sorry it’s not specific or just Kathryn x reader I just thought it’d be cute

Summary: Male!Reader wants to hang with Kathryn and Amy while they’re having a girls night.

A/N: Hey guys, I’m so sorry for my little hiatus I went on these past 2 weeks :( As you all probably know by now, my cousin got married! Then when I got back home I had finals! It was awful and I’m v sorry but I’m here now ready to not be a shitty person. Also I’m actually typing this all up on my phone in the tumblr app (yay for manually inputting the code 🙃) so pls bear with me if the formatting is a little off from how it usually is. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy this v short fic!

Wordcount: 333, this is probably my shortest fic ever IM SORRY

Requests are closed for now, very sorry friends!

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Picture Perfect Sex Life

Genre: Rough Smut (daddy kinks, edging, rough sex, etc)

Word Count: 2.9 k

Summary: Phil is out with a friend and Dan wakes up hard and unable to get rid of it. He sends Phil some sexy pictures, hoping to god Phil will come home and give him the angry, hot sex he needs to solve his issue and luckily, he succeeds. So cue rough anal sex, edging, daddy kink and just general sin.

A/N: So once again I wanted to get outside of my comfort zone when it comes to my writing so here’s a smut fic I wrote as practice for getting into kinkier smut. It’s probably not too great, and sorry about the ending being so shit my aunt came over while I was finishing it and I had to slam my laptop shut and just finish it in a rush. But please feedback is always nice, I hope you like it. It was really far outside my comfort zone of what I usually write. Also, ignore that shitty ass title k thanks bye.


I woke up at noon, and a lot of things seemed to go wrong. Sure at first it seemed normal until I placed my arm on the other side of the bed, expecting to find Phil and roll over on top of him like I do every morning when I’m too groggy to move around, but he wasn’t there. As it turns out, he told me the night before that he was going out with an old friend from university, so I sat up and understood I was on my own for another hour or so. I check my texts, nothing wrong, twitter notifications, texts from my mum asking if I’m eating enough bran because that’s what mothers do I guess. But then, I stand up, look down as I stretch my neck and various other limbs from a long night of uncomfortable sleeping positions and I see it, I had woken up hard. How I didn’t notice it sooner is a mystery to me but I figured it should go down soon, so I got up, pulled on some trackies because I am not putting on jeans until this thing is gone. I walk through my flat, its pressed against my stomach and barely covered by my boxers. I remember Phil saying he’d be out until about three and I was debating on whether or not I should try and solve my issue myself, ignore it and try to get it to die down, or just wait for Phil to get home. I decided my best option would just be to try and ignore it like I originally planned. So I sat in my sofa crease, got my double chin ready and looked in my lap as I opened my laptop and went to the wonderful world of tumblr.

​So as I go through my dash of my secret blog that no one knows I have, the one I use to read fanfiction and stalk my favorite Phan art blogs, I notice there is a lot of porn on my dash, Usually I never pay attention to it, scrolling past it as quickly as I possibly can to avoid embarrassing myself or cringing at the shitty dialogue and fake moaning coming from the porn star’s mouths. But today it seemed practically impossible to ignore the porn. How can I ignore a guy getting a blow job when I am a guy who wants a blow job? I’ll tell you how; you don’t. Because I have a raging hard on from gods knows what and I can’t figure out for the life of me why I still have it. I keep scrolling down my dash, you know just hoping something gross and weird will pop up like whisks or weird minion yaoi but no, I was not that lucky as all I could see was smutty phan art and poorly choreographed pornography. So, I had to reach down and adjust myself because Jesus Christ was I hard. I closed my laptop, deciding that I needed to do something about this stupid freaking hard on. My hair was slightly greasy, so I decided hey let’s take a shower maybe that will help! I was wrong.

​I wound up just as hard as I was when I got in when I got out. My erection red at the tip and flat against my lower abdomen and me not having a damn clue what to do about the situation. I pondered around with my options as I walked through the hallways and down to me and Phil’s room where I typically spent all my time anyways. I checked my phone, Phil had texted me about how fun it was being out with his friend and I couldn’t help but grin at the glorious idea in my head. What better way to get rid of this erection then pissing off my boyfriend so he comes home and fucks me senseless. I decided step one would be to dress to impress, and by that I mean wear whatever would get Phil hard and mad in public the quickest. I roam through our drawers, a towel still draped around my waist as I found them. I had this pair of panties, they were pink and had small hearts on them in a slightly darker shade of pink then the actual panties themselves. I shimmed them up my thighs and around my body, my cock peeking out the top and me smirking to myself. I rummaged around the closet next and found one of Phil’s hoodies, knowing how much he liked seeing me in his clothes. I honestly looked freaking hot, and my hard on was starting to hurt.

​I stood in front of the mirror, turning around and bending down, placing one hand around my ankles and the other hand holding up the phone. These panties didn’t quite cover my whole bottom but they weren’t a thong either, they just let half my ass hang out which was my favorite thing about these ones in particular. I snapped the photo, making sure my ass looked as good as I could get it too. My thighs looked super good as well, usually I hated them but in this picture they were pale and smooth and hairless because I enjoy having non-hairy legs and I was quite proud of how wide my ass looked, how thick I looked. I was quite pleased with the first photo. I sent it to Phil, grinning as I saw that he had read my text.

“Dan I swear to god.” He replied and I laughed, throwing my head back in amusement at his reaction. I laid on the bed, lifting up the hoodie a little to expose my stomach and my leaking and red tip from not having been touched all day. It hurt so badly, but the wait would be so fucking worth it. I snapped a picture, letting him see my lower half with my knees bent up slightly to enhance my bulge. I sent it, he read it.

“Daniel. Fucking. James. I am with a friend who is right next to me on the tube.” He texted me and I giggled to myself, looking down at my length and humming quietly.

“Awe. But daddy, I want you.” I sent back and I could almost hear the exasperated sigh I knew he’d be letting out right about now.

“Dan I swear to god my friend just looked at my phone and wants to know if my girlfriend is sending me nudes Dan!” He said and I snickered to myself.

“Tell him it’s your boyfriend. The one who’s been hard for nearly an hour and half and is missing his daddy.” I replied and reached into the drawer, grabbing the lube. I figured if Phil was going to angrily fuck me like I wanted, I better stretch to avoid unnecessary pain. I slid my panties enough to where I could slide my hand between my legs. I lubed up three of my own fingers and circled my rim, slowly pushing the first digit in and moaning loudly at the contact. I used my free hand to shakily tale a short video of the slick fingers moving in and out, my moans soft until I hit my spot, me letting out a loud whine of ‘Phiiiiiiil”. I hit send and set my phone beside me as I added a second digit, slowly starting to scissor myself open.

“Dan my volume was all the way up Dan everyone on the bus is looking at me strange and my friend looks mortified I am so angry at you!” Phil replied. But I knew he wasn’t genuinely angry, that man didn’t have a mean bone in his body. But I was damn certain that I would get some awesome sex out of this later. I added a third finger in, curling them into my spot and pressing right against the bundle of nerves that caused infinite bliss, sending another wobbily video to Phil, my moans louder than before as I thrusted the three digits into my prostate.

“I’m coming home. I got off the tube early. I am so angry at you Dan.” He texted next, me laughing breathily before being cut off by my own moans of pleasure, rocking back and forth into my fingers. I pulled the three fingers out, pulling up my panties again and grabbing Phil’s totoro and placing it over my crotch area. I sat waiting for about 15 minutes, giggling and grinning and occasionally stroking my length to make sure I was still as hard as I could be for when Phil got back. Finally I heard the front door open and Phil coming up the stairs, he was practically running. I saw our bedroom door fling open and there stood a very clearly mad at me, and clearly hard through his jeans Phil. I grinned excitedly, bouncing up, looking slightly like a child in doing so but damn was I excited. Phil practically launched on to me, pulling me by my thighs and letting me wrap my legs around his waist. He looked at me and growled, pulling off his shirt and then moving his hand under my hoodie, pinching my nipple gently and making me squeal before he spoke in a low, angry and fucking sexy voice.

“Everyone on that fucking train ride heard moans from my boyfriend’s sinful, slut mouth.” He growled into my ear, biting the lobe softly and tracing open mouth kissed down my neck, biting down on the one place he knew drove me insane.

“I’m sorry daddy.” I said. “I didn’t mean to do that.” My words were starting to quicken and come out shaky.

“Shut up.” He said and gently slapped my thigh. “You aren’t sorry. I know you aren’t. You just wanted to get fucked right? Wanted that perfect ass of yours to get slapped, your thighs marked all up and your hole wrecked right?” he said and I nodded quickly, moaning loudly at his words. I knew I was in for a treat.

“Y-yes daddy. Wanted you t-to wreck me with you cock.” I said with slight stuttering throughout the sentence, my words sounding vaguely moan like.

“Jason, one of my friends who I’ve barely had a chance to reconnect with, saw my boyfriend pretty little cock. How do you think I felt? No one is supposed to see this cock except for me. Understand? Mine.” Phil said as he bit down on another spot on Dan’s neck, sucking and biting a mark.

“I’m r-really sorry d-daddy. Your cock only. N-no one else should see.” I said, words starting to cloud over and me barely being able to form a coherent sentence. He pushing up my hoodie, making me sit up and take it off and toss it to the ground by the bed. He moved lower, kissing down my chest and stomach, biting the hem of the panties and tugging them down with his teeth and yanking them off with his hands, the fabric slipping off my thighs and being tossed aside to the floor. He kissed my tip, slowly starting to pump my length making me moan loudly because this is the most friction my cock has gotten all day and it’s so good already I can’t wait for what’s next.

“What should I do princess?” He asked me and looked up at me, his eyes seeming to lose their normal blue purity and cloud to a grey lust filled hue.

“What do you want to do to me daddy?” I breathed out, looking down at him and sitting up slightly on my elbows so that my double chin wouldn’t repulse him. As soon as the words left my mouth, his eyes met with mine and he smirked.

“I’m going to edge you!” He declared and my eyes went wide with both fear and excitement and I wasn’t sure which one over ruled the other.

“Daddy no no! I wasn’t that bad!” I tried to change his mind, secretly hoping that he wouldn’t even with my begging.

“Yes you were.” He said. “You showed that pretty cock to my friend.” He poked my tip, stroking his index finger down the entirety of my length. “And you made a whole train of people listen to your whore moans.” He hit my thigh gently. “You’ve been so bad.”

“I deserve to be punished daddy.” I relented and he kissed my stomach softly.

“Good boy.” He praised lightly. He leaned down further, wrapping his lips softly around my tip. He slowly swirled his tongue around the tip of my length, sinking down about half way before going back up. He sucked softly at first, swiping across my slit and licking up the precum as he bobbed his head faster, sucking me off to what was obviously his best abilities. He kept going faster, hollowing his cheeks and trying to get me to the edge faster. My hands went to his hair, gripping at what I could get between my fingers, moaning loudly and telling him I was close. As soon as he heard that I was going to cum, he pulled off and moved his hand from me. I whined loudly, bucking my hips into the air trying to find the friction that I needed to tip me over the edge but not getting it, whining as I knew I shouldn’t touch myself.

​He seemed pleased with what he had done to me, watching me whine and wriggle underneath him with need and smirking as if he was victorious which yes he was. After nearing the edge and being forced to not cum, I seemed to soften significantly. One I was only about half hard, my breathing more even, he started stroking my length again. He swiped his thumb over my slit, his wrist flicking as he stroked my cock, his hand expertly moving over me, knowing exactly what drove me insane, my hips bucking up off instinct and thrusting my length into his hand along with his strokes. He leaned over, kissing me roughly as he pumped my length, using the precum as lube to quicken his pace. I moaned loudly, gasping into his mouth as I felt the familiar knot in my stomach telling me I was close. I moaned into his mouth to warn him, his hand moving from my length again and his lips detaching from mine. ​

I whined with need, him finally standing up and stripping off all of his clothing, making me feel less exposed now that I wasn’t the only naked one in the room. He moved back between my legs, stroking himself and coating himself heavily with lube to avoid hurting me. He knows I’ve stretched, he lined up with my whole and teases me by pressing to tip in an pulling out, making me whimper and writhe with need. His lips met mine once more for a sloppy, open mouth kiss as he slowly pushes into me, still careful to not hurt me because being mad at me doesn’t mean he can hurt me. He finally bottoms out, staying in place a second and moaning at the friction while he lets me adjust to the stretch of his cock. I nodded slowly, and he pulled out and pushed back in, slowly building up a pace and quickening it, and before long he’s pounding into me.

I moan loudly, and apparently he doesn’t like that because he’s quick to wrap a hand around my throat, his finger pressing into the side, careful to just cut off blood stream and not actually my oxygen because that could harm you. He fingers squeeze tightly around my throat, my moans strained and high pitched as he pounded into me, his thrusts hard and directly into my spot every damn time, my moans getting louder, needier and high pitched. He slams into my spot, over and over again and his hand squeezes tighter around my throat as he starts to talk, knowing how dirty talk affected me.

“Fucking slut. Wanted this all day haven’t you? Desperate for daddy to come home, for him to slit you open with his cock right?” he grunted out in a low and aggressive, lust filled voice and I let out a whine.

“D-daddy!” I gasped out, feeling his hand wrap round my length and jerk me quickly and sloppily along with his thrusts and his cock slamming into my prostate rapidly. He slapped my inner thigh hard, his hand no longer on my cock as he did so until he returned to jerking me off.

“Just couldn’t wait for me to get home. You just had to send me those filthy pictures, send me your whore, sinful slutty moans and get me hard in a public place didn’t you, slut?” He asked and I choked out my answer through loud moans.
“Fuck yes! Daddy!” I choked out, my eyes watering from the pleasure. “Wanted you! I needed you all day!” I almost screamed, my stomach forming knots of heat and bliss, excitedly waiting permission to release. “Daddy! Please let me cum. I promise I won’t be bad again Please daddy please let me cum!” I shouted as he smirked, his fingers releasing my throat, him leaning down and kissing me roughly and heatedly, his thrusts getting sloppy and me moaning, screaming and groaning loudly as I released, cum spurting all over my stomach and Phil. I kept pushing my hips up, watching as Phil stroked me through my orgasm until he released inside me, thrusting into the now overly sensitive bundle of nerves, me mewling loudly as he finished his orgasm, slowly stopping his movements and pulling out, kissing me tiredly before falling onto me.

gay-street-deactivated20170925  asked:


Okay, since a lot of people seem v curious abt what happened, I’m gonna give a full account for the first (and last) time:

I first learned about @froekenpest through Tumblr. I was a huge (and distant) fan of her art, and I finally snapped and send her this ask gushing abt how much I loved her and her art, and wrote her a piece about this rimming nsfw artwork on her sideblog @froekensynd. That escalated and I wrote two more things. Anyway, we didn’t really talk yet, we were just distant mutuals (an admiring one from my part.)

Then the drarry groupchat on discord happened.

Of course there was already a groupchat I’d created in December, but that was a close, tight group (you were a part of that Penni but ofc u know that) but Suha, @dr-aco took it to discord and abt a 100 other people joined (which is amazing!!)

After a few weeks Misha (froekenpest) joined, and we all freaked out (none more than me) and I tried so so so insanely hard to be cool (though that resulted in Never Have I Ever with me being drunk on the roof and throwing a 43 bottle into the water but - yeah anyway we bonded. Drunk chatting will do that, apparently.) We started talking in private more and more, especially because we were speculating about doing an Iliad!au drarry collaboration, and we had to start up the project, which was a very nice excuse to talk to Misha 24/7, an excuse I abused v much. (Sorry not sorry.)

We started flirting more, on my side because I was insanely attracted to her (c’mon, she’s beautiful, funny, talented, what else do you want) ((but I didn’t realize how much I liked her until later oops)) and on her side bc… well, idk. I guess she was attracted too, for whatever inexplicable reason. 

But we never took it further than flirting because I thought she was way out of my league (c’mon, she’s bloody froekenpest and i’m just sappypotter) and she because she thought I was taken (I wasn’t.) 

Tumblr anons hinting at us being fem!drarry, or giving us a shipname didn’t exactly help to tone down my pining lol.

Then my parents and lil sister went away for a trip to Scotland, and I was all alone for a week, I drank a bit of wine after work, cycled home, chatted with her with my tipsy af mind, and it sort of… escalated. She had to run home, I dove into bed and things got v nsfw v quickly. 

The morning after we talked, and decided to make it official - from that moment it all went pretty quick, and I fell deep and hard. I guess it had been a long time coming, bc literally no one was surprised when we told them, haha. But anyway, I still can’t believe it, I’m floating abt one foot above the ground 24/7 with a stupid big smile plastered to my face. We’re gonna do long-distance, and we can make it, bc we’re both stubborn fucks and stupidly in love.

The end! (or the beginning, depends how you look at it.)

Chapter 1

Author’s note: Hello :) So here is a little fic I wrote post the 13x24 shock regarding Japril. It’s the first fanfiction I’ve ever written, so it might not be the best thing in the world, but thanks to a new friend I made here on Tumblr, japrilgreys, who convinced me to post it. 

Jackson got paged 911 to the burn unit that evening just as he and April were walking silently to the car in order to head back home, Jackson carrying Harriet in her car seat. Since the fire, neither one of them had said much to the other unless it was regarding their baby. After having secured the car seat in, Jackson handed April the car keys and went straight back to the hospital. They had an awkward conversation where April said she would wait and Jackson insisted she go, that he would walk back home. They sounded like college roommates that secretly hated each other but were doing their best to be nice in order to avoid conflict. Is that what they had become? April wondered on the drive home. After Montana, a small part of her mind conjured up scenarios in which they would get back together, finally becoming the family April had pictured since she became pregnant with Samuel, before they had learned about his OI. After the fire, she mentally kicked herself whenever those thoughts made their way into her head. There was something going on between him and Maggie. Whatever it was, however small, it was there, and April couldn’t stop replaying the way Jackson and Maggie had looked at each other when she was holding the oxygen mask to his face. Before that night April had only thought she was hopeful. Now, she told herself she was delusional. Yes, they had a child together, but people with children got divorced and moved on all the time. It seemed like that’s what Jackson was doing. Why couldn’t she do the same? She realised it was probably because they were still living together.

Though it had been weird and hard at the beginning, eventually they’d settled into a routine. It gave both of them a sense of normalcy, and although there were times where April ran through every ‘what if’ scenario possible, she suppressed it enough times that she eventually stopped letting herself think about it altogether.

And then Montana happened.

Afterwards, April tried avoiding Jackson as much as possible. It wasn’t hard; there was always something that could be done in the ER, and Jackson never questioned why she would take extra shifts at work. But they had never actually talked about what that had meant for either of them, and April had a feeling they never would. If that was the last time they were together, that was good enough for her, but she couldn’t keep living in the same house as him, feeling anxious whenever they were home at the same time. She needed to move on. They both did.


When he arrived home late that night, Jackson shut the door behind him and took off his shoes, letting his bag slide off his shoulder onto the floor. Both he and April hated the apartment looking untidy, but right now it was late and he was exhausted from the unexpected surgery. His legs felt heavy and his back ached. Still near the door, he shut his eyes and massaged his temples with two fingers. At that moment April emerged from the hallway, taking a small step back when she saw him, startled.

‘Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in.’ She was speaking quietly, trying not to wake Harriet.

‘It’s okay,’ he said, making his was towards the couch and slumping down. ‘Did she only now fall asleep?’ It was past midnight.

‘No, she fell asleep in the car, but she still needed her last feed for today, so I took her upstairs with the car seat so she would wake up in her own time. I just fed her and put her down again.’

‘Okay.’ There was an awkward silence, one of the countless they had shared since the fire at the hospital. Jackson still couldn’t figure out why April was so uncomfortable.

She ran her hands through her hair and went to sit on the couch, leaving a considerable amount of space between them.

‘Uhm, so, listen…’ she trailed off, not sure how to formulate her words. He looked up at her, wearing the same crease between his eyebrows that he did when he was tired or concentrating. This time he seemed to be doing both.

‘I know we had both agreed that I wouldn’t move out,’ she began. ‘But right now I honestly think it’s the best thing for all of us.’

‘What?’ he shot her a look, barely moving his lips when he spoke.

‘I need to move on with my life, Jackson, we both do, but I feel like us living together is holding us back from that.’ She was trying to offer him an explanation without bringing Maggie into the conversation. She wasn’t completely certain that they had feelings for each other, and she didn’t want to make herself seem stupid or jealous by just assuming. She had nothing to be jealous of. After all, they hadn’t been together in a year.

A year.

That seemed crazy to April. After that first conversation about April moving out and Jackson insisting she stay, there had been moments where they had felt normal. Happy, even. It was mostly when they were around Harriet, because it was easy to make conversation about how cute she was. Sometimes though, after Harriet fell asleep for the night, they would end up being alone together on the couch, and though the TV was on, they would mute it and exchange OR stories over Chinese food. They had become friends if nothing else. April wished that if they were really over, if there was no chance of them ever getting back together, that they could go further than just be civil around each other; that they could be friends. And recently they had somewhat achieved that, but now it was all going to be for nothing.

‘April, where is this coming from?’ he said, adjusting himself of the couch to face her better.

‘Nowhere, Jackson, it’s just time. Harriet isn’t so young that one of us can’t take care of her by ourselves for a couple of nights. We’re both generally at the hospital, where she’ll be in day care anyways. We’ll switch off, just like we had planned to do.’ She was trying to remain composed, staring mostly at her hand poised on the couch, because she was sure that if she looked into his eyes for a second too long she would break down and cry, just like every nerve in her body was telling her to do. Telling her to stay. Telling her to apologize to Jackson for the way she had hurt him after Samuel, taking off to Jordan without ever bothering to ask if he was okay. She had wanted to apologise since the day they had been fighting in the apartment, throwing fortune cookies at each other until he had screamed at her that what he needed was her. But her pride had always won.

‘April, please. This doesn’t make sense. We were doing just fine. Will you please tell me why you suddenly decided this?’ Jackson reached forward and placed his hand over hers, craning his neck to try and get her to look at him.

Startled by his touch, she pulled away from him and looked up. Suddenly, she was angry. How could he be so oblivious? Was April supposed to be sitting around in his apartment waiting for him to bring home a girl he genuinely liked until he decided to properly move on with his life and kick April out?

She stood up.

‘I’ll ask Owen to cover my shift. I should be out of here by tomorrow night.’

She started walking towards her room but Jackson stood up after her.

‘April, come on. You’re being ridiculous,’ he said, raising his voice involuntarily. He was angry, too. ‘Do you even have anywhere to stay?’

April froze just before the hallway. She was being irrational; she had decided to move out on the way over here from the hospital, which seemed reasonable, but moving out by tomorrow would be impossible. She really did have nowhere to stay. Slowly, she turned around to face him.

‘I don’t know what I’ll do, I’ll figure something out.’

He scoffed at her in disbelief. Not in a mocking way, more like angry. Something had to have caused this. She wouldn’t just take off without an explanation, and he didn’t buy the one she was giving him.

‘This is unreasonable. April, will you please talk to me? When did you even decide this?’ he was straining to keep himself from shouting. He would have, but he didn’t want to wake Harriet up.

‘Talk to you?’ she scoffed back. ‘Don’t you see, Jackson? We can’t talk. All we can talk about is work or Harriet, because if either of us brings up anything else it results in a fight or us not talking at all. Look at what we’re doing right now.’

‘There you go again, just deciding everything we can and can’t do. You’ve done that for two years, April. It’s really tiring, and frankly? It’s childish.’

April gaped at him in disbelief.

‘I am not wrong about us not being able to talk about anything without it becoming a fight or radio silence until we forget about it,’ she gestured with a finger as she spoke, her voice rising every couple of words.

‘Oh, like what?’ he lowered his voice at that, his tone smug.


She threw that word at him like a slap in the face. The frown immediately disappeared from his brow. ‘That’s not…’ he turned his body slightly away from her, his hands on his hips.

‘Not what, Jackson?’ she said, taking a step towards him. ‘Not true? Not real? Because it is. It happened. I know it was just sex to you, but to me-‘

‘It was not just sex!’ he shouted, turning around to face her and striding towards her until they were standing inches away from each other.

April lost all expression from her face, her mouth open in a small ‘o’ shape. Her arms fell limp at her sides, mimicking the way her red hair fell around her shoulders.

‘April…’ Suddenly his expression softened. They looked at each other like they were about to kiss. Then Jackson broke the silence, ‘April, it was not just sex. You… you felt like coming home.’

She felt her eyes starting to water. Her mind went back to that night. When they had had sex in their old apartment, the night of the fortune cookies, it really had been just sex. He had gotten up and left right after, both of them overwhelmed with guilt and regret and a love for each other which they both knew they felt but wouldn’t admit to. But in Montana it had been different. Maybe because they were still on the high of the surgery, maybe because of the way she had been there for Jackson in a way that no one else ever would or knew how to. Probably both. But it had been different. There were kisses and touches and whispers that they had held back when it was just sex. In Montana, April remembered how they had stayed up all night, just being with each other. There were constant neck kisses and forehead kisses, moments where they lay facing each other, barely touching, save for their arms looped over each other’s waists, April rubbing the small of his back and him tracing a finger between her shoulder blades. They wouldn’t stop looking at each other.

As she stared into those green eyes, April replayed their history in her head. It made her want to cry and scream and laugh all at once. Mostly, it made her want to hold onto him and stay in that bed forever. Maybe let Harriet slip in between them.

‘Jackson, please, I just need to do this,’ she was blinking away tears, but her voice was level.

He raised his arms, then dropped them at his sides.

‘Why do you always have to make such huge decisions by yourself? Why can’t you ever just ask me what I think? Harriet is my daughter, too!’ he was properly shouting now.

She didn’t know whether she wanted to yell back or give up. Luckily or unluckily, a cry from Harriet’s room forced them to stop fighting.

‘Well done,’ she said. This time it was her with the smug tone.

‘I’ll get her,’ he tried.

‘Don’t,’ she said, holding up a hand to stop him. ‘You’ve done enough.’

April walked into Harriet’s nursery and picked up the wailing baby. Immediately, she started whispering to soothe her.

‘Hi, baby. I’m sorry that daddy and I woke you up,’ she cradled her, staring down at her. She couldn’t see her properly because she hadn’t turned on the light, but she didn’t need to. Within the first day of Harriet’s life, April had memorised every little detail of her face.

‘I’m so sorry we woke you. I’m so sorry. I love you.’

Suddenly April began to cry. She told herself it was because she was tired and now Harriet was awake and it was going to mess up her sleeping schedule. Something in her gut told her that wasn’t quite right, though. She continued to talk to her daughter, though she wasn’t sure whether it was to soothe her or to soothe herself.


Jackson felt awful. He hated himself every time that he and April fought. She was moving out and taking Harriet with her. Now he wouldn’t get to offer to put her to sleep even when it wasn’t his turn, just because he felt like holding her. When April had left to fetch her, all he wanted to do was follow her to make sure that she was okay. Which ‘she’? he wondered to himself. Well, both of them, really. He took a few steps towards the hallway, then decided against interfering with a mother-daughter moment. Him walking in would probably distract Harriet and wake her up again. He paced in the living room for a couple of minutes. Then, as though some invisible force was pulling him forward, he found himself walking as quietly as possible to the nursery. April had left the door open, so although he couldn’t see them, he could hear them. At first he though Harriet had fallen back asleep because there were no sounds coming from the room. Then he heard crying, so he figured she was still awake. But no. This cry wasn’t a baby’s. It was April. It was the kind of crying where you occasionally sniff in and quickly wipe your eyes so your tears don’t roll all the way down your face, suppressing all of your sobs. The kind of way you learn to cry when you grow up.

As he leaned against the wall by the door, he heard April’s soothing whispers. He’d heard them before, when they kept the walkie-talkie near them at night to listen for Harriet’s cries. Only one of them would tend to her, so the other would hear what they were saying through the monitor. When it was April’s turn, it was mostly a lot of ‘Shhh, it’s okay, momma’s here,’ or ‘Shhh, it’s okay, I love you.’ Sometimes she sang a lullaby.

This time she was saying sorry.

‘I’m so sorry we woke you. I’m so sorry. I love you.’

Then she let out a sob.

‘I love you, baby, so so much, and I love your daddy, and I’m never gonna stop loving either one of you.’

When Jackson heard those words, he wanted to start crying, too. He wanted to walk inside the nursery, stand behind April and wrap his arms around both his girls. Then they would rock Harriet to sleep together. Scared that he actually might, he went to his room and turned out the light.

Niall AU - Part 2


Originally posted by heauxforhoran

(Sorry for taking over your dash, I’ll put a read more in when I get home, I can’t on my phone anymore 😭)

“She just caught your eye and you were love drunk” I mocked, batting my eyelashes.

His face turned pink as he chuckled, showing small signs of embarrassment, “she was cute, I was into it” he shrugged.

“You know she’s not, like, looking for a boyfriend, she’s just trying to fuck her frustration out” i shrugged, playing with the straw wrapper.

“What do you mean” he asked with his eyebrow furrowed together.

“Her boyfriend just broke up with her after 2 years, so she’s gets wasted every weekend and takes another guy back to the dorm, and then I get locked out” I half smiled with a shrug, acting like it didn’t bother me.

“I’m guessing that bothers you” he mentioned, eyeing you.

I shrugged and stayed silent for a minute, carefully wording what i was going to say, that way if it ever got back to her, she wouldn’t hate me.

It only bothers me because I’m locked out of the room" i stated simply, “ I just don’t think it’s the right way to get over a guy, but what ever floats her boat”

“How would you get over a guy then?” He asked, looking at me like he was trying to prove a point.

“I mean..” you started, staring at the table, Ben suddenly pooping in your mind, “I kind of am”

His eyes softened as I met his gaze. Clearly whatever face I was making, made it obvious to him that I was upset.

“Who broke your heart, doll” he asked, a smirk on his face as i let him get away with the pet name.

“His name was Ben, I only dated him for like 6 months but…” I trailed, not really sure where to go, it was only 6 months… “I don’t know, I guess I’m just pathetic”

“Nah, I don’t think so..” he shrugged, taking a sip of his water. His eyes flashed to the side of me. I turned around to see our food coming… finally. My stomach was growling so loud I’m surprised Niall didn’t say anything about it.

“So whats your craziest fan experience?” I asked, digging into my pancakes like I haven’t eaten in weeks.

Niall’s eyebrows went up, watching me dig in. Hopefully that meant he was impressed that I didn’t care what he thought about me. I mean, I was already sitting here with a boy I never met, who hooked up with my roommate, with no make up and sweatpants, what more do I have to lose?

“Changing the subject?” He asked with his eye brow cocked.

“Kind of, I rather not talk about Ben, I’m glad I’m not with him anymore, just sad things had to end so badly” i said, my mouth full of pancake.

“Am I allowed to ask what happened?” He was digging into his omelette now, stuffing his face full of it too.

“Answer my question first” i demanded. I guess I’m starting the game of 20 questions.

“Fine” he said, swallowing the food that was in his mouth, “I was in Boston, Massachusetts, just walking around, and a girl tackled me when I was in the park, and then she asked for a picture”

“Did she get the picture?” I laughed out.

“No” he chuckled, “if she wanted one all she had to do was ask, not tackle me”

“Got any battle scars?” I asked, hoping he would forget the whole question game, after all, his life was far more interesting that mine.

“I believe I asked you a question, love” he said with a wink and yet another pet name.

“Niall..” you pleaded, not really wanting to talk about it.

“A deal is a deal” he shrugged, a smug smirk on his stupid face.

“Fine” I said through gritted teeth. Taking a deep breath, I started, “he cheated on me over the summer when we were dating, with a girl he told me not to worry about. I worried about all summer until and then told myself I was just being paranoid. Turns out I was right”

The sad look returned to my face as I finished talking. I looked down at my food and cut my pancakes slower than usual so I could avoid meeting his pitiful gaze. Hell probably think I’m pathetic as well.

When I finally looked up, after feeling his eyes on me for what felt like an eternity, his face was set in a hard frown.

“What?” I asked, concern dripping out. He wouldn’t answer, he wasn’t even looking at me, instead to the side of me to what seemed like the kitchen, but nothing was going on when I looked back his eyes were on me.

“What!?” I asked a little harsher, wanting him to answer me.

His gaze softened, “someone cheated on you?”

“No I made it up” I rolled my eyes sarcastically.

“That fucked” he said, digging into his omelette again, “I’d never fucking do that”

“Maybe I should’ve dated you instead of Ben” I joked, a smile blooming on my face.

“Well were on a date now, forget about Ben” he waved his hand with a sly smirk on his face.

“Oh this is a date now?” I asked cocking my eyebrow while shoving more pancake in my mouth.

“Boy and girl out to breakfast, I’d consider they a date” he winked, reaching over his plate to take some of my hashbrowns.

“Hey!” I exclaimed, hitting his fork with mine, making a small ting, “get your own”.

He just stared at you for half a second, before reaching over real quick and taking the entire plate, mumbling “greedy” with a small smirk on his face.

I just squinted my eyes at him, he was paying after all, “besides”, I decided to continue, “I’d look a lot nicer if this was a real date”

“I told you you look fine” he said through my hash browns in his mouth, putting the plate back down on my side.

“Fine is not jaw dropping gorgeous” I informed, knowing I could get real dolled up for a date, Ben used to take me out all the time.

“I don’t know” he shrugged, “I’ve always liked down to earth, natural beauty over a girl plastered in make up”

“Yet you hooked up with Ashley, who always plasters her face with make up, she’ll be late to class because she didn’t wake up early enough to put on make up” I told him, rolling my eyes at the thought.

“Yeah my drunk goggles didn’t see that” he chuckled.

“Yeah?” I questioned, “what did they see then?” At this point, I wasn’t even eating anything, I was kind of full, but also kind of just intrigued on why Niall hooked up with Ashley.

“I saw a girl, who was as drunk as I was, I didn’t really see her face to be honest” he shrugged simply, shifting his eyes to his hand that were now in his lap.

“Is that the kind of guy you are? Just hook up with random people?” My opinion of him was slowly decreasing in value, I never pictured Niall to be a saint, and I always knew he hooked up with girls, but if that’s what he was like, and if thats what she would be to him after this, she didn’t want to be part of his life.

“Not really” he said evenly, like he knew I was judging him, “I rather a relationship, but that’s impossible in my position”

I shrugged, understand a little, but at the same time, every relationship he’s ever had, has been kept so far on the down low, that not even the craziest fan knew who has broken his heart.

“Why?” I decided to ask.

“Did you see when I went back home to see my nephew get christened?” He asked, annoyance and slight anger flaring.

“I did” I assured him, remembering those posts on Tumblr.

“I got swarmed, couldn’t drive a car, couldn’t leave the church” he shook his head, memories causing him to remember the frustration it caused, “I barely got in the church, and to bring a girl into that mess, just seems irresponsible”

“I guess there’s a lot more to being famous than I would’ve thought” I confirmed, not wanting to get him all flustered again.

“I’m surprised I haven’t been seen yet” he shrugged, but didn’t seem very concerned overall.

“You guys play stadiums, I don’t think anyone is looking for you near a college campus” I replied with a small chuckle, “your fan base is a bunch of 16 year olds”

“And you’re how old” he eyed me with a smirk, waving a quick thank you to the waiter putting the check down.

“I’m the exception to the rule” I informed, leaning over to see how much the bill was, but Niall slapped down two twenty’s before you could even see anything.

“You’re not paying for our date” he shook his head, “good to go?”

“Yeah” I said quickly, moving out of the booth, “that’s enough for a tip right?”

“Yeah” he said with a questioning tone, “it was like a 9 dollar tip”

“Good, also that wasn’t a date” I said, remembering what he said.

“I don’t know, El” he charmed, opening the door for you to get into his Range Rover. Closing it when you got in and settled, then quickly ran to the other side, “kind of feels likes date”

“And here I was thinking you were just being a gentleman” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes at him.

“What if I sing for ya” he winked, backing out of his parking space.

“I don’t know if that would make it a date, but I’d consider going on one if you did” my heart was thundering in my chest, this was the most nervous I’ve been with Niall all morning.

“Alright, you pick it” he said, getting the auxiliary cable that was dangling on his side and handing it to me.

Not know which song to pick, i settled on a One Direction song, knowing we would both know the words. Night Changes started playing through his car. He shook his head a little saying “it didn’t have to be one of our songs” and before I could reply, he was already singing along, and I’m pretty sure he could hear my heart beating.

He turned the music down was done, taking a second to regain his composure, and then taking a sip of water from a water bottle in the cup holder, “how’d I do?”

It took a lot for someone to render me speechless, but at this moment, I really wasn’t sure what to say, or how to compliment him on his angelic voice. It was so different hearing his voice in real time, sitting next to him, than it was in a solo on stage or a CD.

“Umm…” I spoke, trying to find the right words to put together, “that was amazing. Like… holy shit, I knew you had a good voice but, I didn’t think… just wow”

I looked over at him, wondering who gifted him such talent and also wondering why he was ever in a boy band in the first place, he could’ve gone solo if he really wanted to. His face was turning a light shade of pink and I wasn’t exactly sure if I embarrassed him, or gave him such a compliment that he was also speechless.

“Thanks” he said shyly, a smirk on his face, but not looking at you.

“Sorry, I had a fan girl moment” I blushed, thinking I just ruined everything.

He chuckled loudly, glancing out the window, making sure it was okay to turn into campus, and then over to me, “I’ve never had a reaction quite like that, but then again I don’t sing to a lot of girls”

“I guess I’m special” I said dramatically, putting my hand over my heart like it was the greatest gift a human could give me, which don’t get me wrong, it was, but I couldn’t show another fan girl moment.

“Does that mean I get a second date?” He smirked at you, moving his hand over and laying it down on your leg.

“There was never a first one!” I said exasperated, trying not to show to much attention to his hand on your leg.

“Fine” he huffed, “first date then.”

“How long are you going to be around here?” I asked, unsure if I wanted to play this game at long distance, even if it was Niall.

“I have nothing to do, but work on my own album right now” he smiled cheesily at me.

“And Ashley?” I eyed him carefully, not sure if that was a deal breaker.

“Trust me, she doesn’t remember my face” he chuckled lightly.

“That’s better” I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes along with it.

“Like you said, I was a hook up, she’s not gonna care” he charmed again, moving his hand to your hair.

I shrugged my shoulders, it was unclear if he was doing this for a hookup, or because he was actually interested it me and it was throwing me off, I didn’t want this to be another Ben situation and I definitely didn’t want to be one of those girls all of his fans make fun of.

He was giving me a weird look when I looked over at him, and gave me a sad little side smirk, “it’s okay to say no” he assured me, causing me to give him a weird look.

“It’s not that I don’t want to” I started, this is why I hated college, everyone things everyone parties and hooks up with each other, but that simply wasn’t me, I’m at college for school and I don’t want to be that girl that hooks with everyone, “I’m not interested in just a hook up, if that’s what you were going for”

He gave you a hard frown with furrowed eyebrows, clearly offended which changed as fast as it got there, now looking at me with soft eyes.

“I told you earlier that’s not what I want” he sighed.

“I just don’t want to look stupid, I guess” I fiddled with my thumbs, unsure about how I’m going to save this situation.

“And never do that to anyone” He informed, still gazing at me with soft eyes.

“Well I feel stupid now” I chuckled embarrassed, “can I still save this?”

He laughed and returned his hand to stroke my face.

“Of course” he said at the end of his fit of laughter, “here”.

He gave me his phone, even told me the passcode to unlock it and put my number in. No shocker that his background of the phone was his family. I quickly sent a text to my phone so I would be able to have his number as well, an handed it back to him.

“I’m only a short drive away, at a hotel, so if you ever want to do anything, just give me a call okay?”

“Absolutely” I agreed with an cheeky smile.

He unclicked his seatbelt and got of the car. About to follow him, he made it around to my side and opened the door for me.

“I’ll text you later, okay?” He asked, giving me a beautiful hug when I got out of the car.

“Can’t wait” I said with a wink, making my way back to my room.

Niall got back in his car, driving by me real quick and honking his horn, causing me to jump and flip him off.

When I got back to the room, Ashley was back from class, cleaning the clothes on the floor that she stripped away from her night with Niall.

“Hey” I said happily, glad to see she was alive.

“Hey!” She greeted matching my excitement, “Sorry about last night, I’m done with hooking up with random guys, as great as he was”

I could feel my face go red, clearing my throat that suddenly went dry, “do even remember who it was?”

“Nope, no idea” she shrugged, throwing all her laundry in the basket beside her desk, “did you see him though?”

“Yeah” I said, clearing my throat again “before he left he couldn’t find his pants”

Ashley bust out laughing, jumping up to her bed, “cute though” she shrugged again.

“Yeah. Very cute” I said while remember him singing to me in the car.

…good thing she didn’t remember.

anonymous asked:

Which fics!!! Help a girl out

okay, sorry I went to bed pretty early last night and missed this. 

I was primarily talking about how @hattalove posted her big bang, got the sunshine on my shoulders.  It is a sweet home alabama au and over 100k!!!! and i just feel so nice and set up for my sunday, i’m so happy i get to read it.  

The other fic i am excited about is actually a damen/laurent one.  If you are into captive prince fic at all you should definitely check out the all the tumblr ficlets @Fahye wrote because it’s like they’re so good you feel you are slowly dying of amazement.  Anyway! They recently wrote a Bachelor/unreal au for damen/laurent and i’m gonna read it!!! here is a link: between the motion and the act.

Have a good day!! :))

katwinchester67  asked:

Hi! I saw your reblog about your feelings when it comes to people's hope for some fix for s4 and you mentioned how Gatiss in particular treated shippers at SDCC. I just wanted to ask if you could fill me in on what happened there because frankly, after the finale I sort of removed myself from everything cast and creators related because the whole thing was too zpsetting for me but I'm curious. Thank you :)

Hi! I was referring specifically to an article that was written at SDCC where they interviewed the showrunners. Go and read it here. To summarise a few of the things I liked least, they said it was infuriating to have fans see something that they never put in the show (to which I say, bull SHIT, because it’s THERE!), that they refused to make the show a platform for representation because that would kill it. They also both explicitly said that they would never make Johnlock canon. They were not super rude about it, and Moffat even said this: “Mark isn’t saying other people can’t write that version of John and Sherlock getting together. We’re not. We’re not engaging in a clever conspiracy to write something under the radar, we’re just writing the show we’re writing.” That’s considerably more polite than lots of people are about fans writing fanfiction. 

The other thing that just bothers me about the way all of them tend to treat the fandom, which is that we’re children, even very clever ones, cutting our writing and artistic teeth through fanwork based on their material, etc. The fact is that there are many authors in this fandom (both published and unpublished!) who are at least as good as both Moffat and Gatiss, if not better. We’re not children; we’re peers. Maybe some of us are children, too, and that’s fine. Maybe some of us could be Mofftiss’ parents, and that’s fine, too. The point is just that we’re not all a group of horny 14-year-olds who can only see the star of the Hobbit and Benedict Cumberbatch’s dreamy eyes. 

The tone of the article sounded very much to me as though the showrunners had developed a genuine grudge against everyone who ships Johnlock, as though they felt we were putting undue pressure on them to make it happen. I DID see tons of posts claiming that Moffat had “confirmed” a series 4 kiss (which I didn’t see in anything he said on the panels) and people pre-celebrating canon Johnlock because they were so very certain that it was going to happen, that it had been promised by the creators somehow, through their lies, in spite of stuff like this, where they straight up said, “no, we’re never going to go there”. I can even see why the showrunners might have developed a grudge. A lot of series 4 felt like it was pointed at us, at Johnlock shippers. I was left feeling grateful that at least they allowed Sherlock and John to stay friends, in the end. Or become friends again, despite never communicating and apparently relying utterly on dead!Mary to negotiate their new friendship. 

I hated it. I have no way of knowing if they did that deliberately, to be in our faces about how very much they were not going to make Johnlock canon, but it felt that way on a gut level. I wish they had never known we existed or that we shipped it. But beyond that, I wish they had just done what would have been right on every level: based on the needs of the story and what had already transpired between these two characters from the very start, based on the perfectly good choice of using a public media forum for the sake of representation, for sheer logic of where the narrative needed to go. I also heard a lot of people tell me that Johnlock absolutely would be made canon because Moffat and Gatiss wanted to correct the wrongs of The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes, that they would follow through where the film chickened out, and finally make Sherlock overtly gay, AND pair him off with John. They did make Sherlock pretty overtly gay, I’d say, but I never saw the assumed connection to the next part. 

Anyway… I could rant all day, but I won’t. I’d be curious to know what you think of the article once you’ve read it! 

PS: Sorry, I tried to answer this hours and hours ago! I wrote all that, posted it, and went back to work. I just got home now and saw a message from Tumblr saying they couldn’t post it! Sorry - trying again! 


Group/Member: BTS/Jungkook

Words: 559

Genre: not exactly sure

Summary: Jungkook befriends someone over tumblr and gets a huge shock

Request: anonymous

A/N: There have been a lot of Kookie requests. Hope you enjoy!

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Jungkook’s POV

I’m so bored. “Yoongi hyung!”

“Shut up! It’s our day off and I plan on sleeping the whole day.”

“But I’m bored.”

“Go entertain yourself then!” I sigh and start thinking about things to do. I suddenly remembered seeing some fans on twitter talking about something called Tumblr. That might be fun. I went to my laptop and looked it up.

Wow! There are so many blogs dedicated to us. What are fanfics? Oh these are cool. What’s smut? Oh…maybe not right this second.

After a few hours of scrolling, I found a blog I really liked. It was run by a girl named y/n, and she had a lot of pictures of me. I decided to message her.


I was scrolling through Tumblr aimlessly when I got a message from someone named TheGoldenKookie. Hey. I just wanted to let you know that I love your blog. I like Kookie too! He’s so handsome! I decided what could go wrong with messaging them back. I know right?! He’s so gorgeous and I love him! We continued to talk for a few hours before they said they had to go to sleep because they had work early in the morning. Okay, goodnight.

The next day when I got home from school, I immediately went on Tumblr, and was surprised to see I had a message from the same person! How was your day?

It was fine. Thanks. Why are you still messaging me? Not to be rude. Just curious.

After talking to you for so long last night I decided you were really cool and thought we could be friends.

Well I don’t see any problems with that.

A few months later and we were still talking. In fact, I was in the middle of a conversation when my best friend burst into the room. “Get ready to scream because we are going to see the one, the only, are you ready for it? BTS!!!”


“YES! My parents got me tickets for my birthday and your mom already said you could go!!” We both screamed at the top of our lungs. After fangirling with y/f/n for a while, I remembered I’d never messaged TheGoldenKookie back. I opened my laptop to see a series of messages asking where I was and if I was okay. Yeah I’m fine. My friend just came over and we hung out for a bit. I decided to omit the fact that I was going to see BTS live for fear that they would become jealous and stop talking to me, because I really enjoyed talking to them.

A few weeks later and it was time for the concert. I was finally going to see Kookie in person!! We got there and found our seats. When they finally came out, we started screaming and waving our ARMY Bombs. Jungkook was looking out over the audience and right when it was time for his solo, he looked over our section. Right when he lifted up the mic to sing, he immediately dropped it and looked like he saw a ghost. I wonder what was wrong.

Jungkook’s POV

I was looking out over the audience during the concert when I saw someone I’d never thought I would see in person. Y/N. At one of my concerts. Holy crap.

anonymous asked:

Hey I'm feeling real down today. I went to a local pride event (kind of like a pride in the park sort of thing) as a vendor today and I kept getting misgendered by people even though I have my he/him they/them buttons clear on my vest and my "pretty fly for a trans guy" button clear as day. And then I got home and checked Tumblr and a terf had started harassing me that me saying there's gay trans people is me being a rape apologist. I'm so upset idk how to just get over this stuff. Sorry

I am so sorry that all of this happened today. Being misgendered sucks. So do terfs. I am still learning myself how to get over being misgendered, but talking to someone who uses the correct pronouns usually helps at least a little bit. 

As for the terf, you didn’t say anything wrong. Trans people can be gay because people can be gay and, although it may surprise some terfs out there, trans people are people. 


I will fight you (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader loves Harry Potter and Peter makes fun of it during class (they’re dating) and she’s like: I’LL FIGHT YOU! And peter is just like omg she’s serious… (btw I love your blog)

Word Count: 702

Warnings: Two swear words

A/N: This is a short one, I hope you enjoy it.

Originally posted by potterangeasley

You were in the middle of your English assignment, which was creating a short story about your favorite characters from movies, books, etc. It was the only assignment you were willing to do because you finally got the chance to show your Harry Potter obsession to everyone without being judged. You were too focused on your work you hadn’t noticed your boyfriend calling your name for more than five times. He decided to hit you shoulder: “Ouch, why you got to be an asshole Parker?” You whispered at him sarcastically. He just smiled because he knew you were joking as usual. “Who are you writing about? I can’t decide between Luke Skywalker and Han Solo.” He frowned. “I can’t believe you don’t know who I am writing about!” You laughed lightly, afraid of your teacher seeing you and Peter chatting while you were supposed to be finishing your assignment. “Oh god! Harry Potter again?” He sighed. “What is wrong about me writing about Harry Potter?” You smiled innocently, knowing your boyfriend always thought your obsession about Harry Potter was a little too much. “Can’t you just focus on other books and movies? I bet you are still waiting for you Hogwarts letter!” He laughed sarcastically. You didn’t say anything because… The thing he said might have been true. After a few seconds later Peter realized you hadn’t said anything denying what he said, he became serious: “Oh my fucking god Y/N! You really are waiting for your Hogwarts letter!” He started laughing and stopped suddenly, you saw your teacher glaring at both of you so you turned around to finish your amazing Harry Potter fanfiction. ”Hey Y/N!” You heard your boyfriend calling your name after five minutes later. You sighed and tried to ignore him. “Accio Y/N!” He whispered, you couldn’t help but laughed silently and turned around to face him: “What do you want now Peter?” You tried to act like you were fed up with him. “Look I’m sorry for making fun of your obsession-“

“You are right Parker. I never say a word about your Star Wars obsession.” “Well it may be because you love Star wars too?” He asked sarcastically and whispered “Just maybe.” It made you laugh: “Okay, yes.” “Listen you need to admit that Harry Potter is no longer popular, you are like the only person who still loves it.” You were shocked. Your mouth was wide open and couldn’t talk for a second: “EXCUSE ME?! D you know a site called Tumblr?” You yelled at him. Everyone looked at you and your teacher glared at you, you mouthed “Sorry.” When everyone got back to their work you whispered: “I will fight you.”  Peter smirked: “I would be honored.” Thinking you were joking.

After school, you went to Peter’s place. You never talked on the way back home because you were planning your revenge. He thought you were joking but you were actually going to fight him. You were just trying to find how to attack him. When you arrived, Aunt May wasn’t home, you both quickly entered into Peter’s bedroom.  He sat on his bed and threw his bag across the room. You quickly shut the door and attacked him. At first he didn’t understand what was going on and couldn’t talk because you were on top of him covering his mouth. “I told you I was going to fight you!” You yelled and threw a punch on his shoulder. “OH MY GOD! YOU WERE SERIOUS!” He started laughing but between your punches he could barely breathe. “S-Stop!” He shouted. You stopped: “You have to admit that Harry Potter is still the best story of all time!” You yelled: “Or I won’t stop punching you!” “I actually like this view, you being on the top-“

“PETER I’M SERIOUS!” You started punching him again. “Normally I have nothing against muggles, but I feel like Draco Malfoy right now, you stupid muggle!” You yelled again. He blocked your punches, still laughing: ”O-Okay, stop,stop. I admit that harry Potter is still the best story of all time!” You were still on top of him but smiling. You leaned on him and kissed him: “Now I love you.”

200717 updates

Back home for summer holiday so I have been very quiet, I haven’t checked my tumblr for almost two weeks. I will reply to the asks ASAP

1. Back to talking to SEA SD, flying to see him next week.

2. Met up with ex-BF (shit! I know I shouldn’t have) and now he is my fuck buddy.

3. Discovered I could squirt, it happened few days ago, and I got so excited, recording videos and sending to my SDs.

4. Met up with Silicon Valley SD before coming home, he gave me 2k usd allowance for just one day together, because I’m leaving to airport the next morning :(

5. Went out for too many tinder dates but meh. Nothing happen.

6. Contemplating if I should pick up cam girl on the side because I’m too bored this holiday.

7. Been so horny and been trying to set up threesomes or group play for my SDs.

I just got home from an amazing and memorable night out with my significant other, and in my exhaustion, I let my head hit the pillow and almost went off to dreamland without checking Tumblr. If I had done that, I would have missed this magic moment when I hit 4,500 followers! Thank you all so much. I know that we’ve got a diverse mix of JDM/Negan fans here, from the obsessed *raises hand* to the casual and everything in between. I have had so much fun here, both with enjoying the pics with the thirst squad and reading/writing fanfics! And it has been a little haven for me as I’ve gone through some stressful things in life lately. I just want to say thank you for your part in this. If you see my posts, if you heart them, if you reblog them, if you comment, if you message me, etc., you are the reason that I continue to log in every day and keep this blog rolling! I freaking love you! Cheers to 4,500! Xoxoxoxx

Originally posted by jeffreysdeanmorgan


ignore my horrible spelling beforehand as I cannot function rn 


Originally posted by onlineshawty


Originally posted by codychristian


What left me shook:

Originally posted by onlineshawty

honestly I dont ship it 

Originally posted by theoraeken


Originally posted by shami1412

is it bad that I’m a bit afraid to watch?


Originally posted by staliagarbage

I shall be the guy at the door when I went on tumblr just 30 mins ago

lets just I say I came home and went on my computer, got on tumblr, scrolled and yall r pisting about the trailer that I didn’t watch so I continue scroollling until I find the trailer. an it has left me shook.  can I just say that everyone is super hot hothothth and I can’t wait to see them again but WHERE IS ISAAC LAHEY. I MISS HIM.

I reposted so much theo and liam because I’m in love with them. THIS BLOG SHALL BE DEDICATED TO THEM.

me atm: 

Originally posted by stilesbiatch

Originally posted by stilesbiatch

Fake Conversation Between the Signs

Leo: You know that party I went to last night?

Aries: Ya, why tho?

Leo: I got drunk.

Aries: No surprise.

Leo: And I followed this guy home.

Aries: And….?

Leo: I tried to catch him on Pokémon Go.

Aries: Was he just that ugly or just that short?

*requested by http://bluecookies20.tumblr.com*