I probably butchered some oc’s but here is some of the oc i have made for the thankyou for 830+ followers thingy! Sorry for lack of updates but mod is trying to take it easy with her life for once haha
(I am sorry if your oc was not included either because i was too tired to draw or i didnt find a good enough refrence sheet i might include more oc’s and different ones in the future but for now thankyou guys for being so awesome for following me and being so awesome!) Thankyou guys for 835+ followers!
May 28th, 2014 was the day that this blog was created. It’s officially been a year! I can’t believe it. You all are the absolute best! Thanks for accompanying me on this journey so far. I’m grateful for the past year and all of the years to come!
To celebrate, I decided to do a relatively small follow forever. I know that I always feel honored whenever I’m in someone’s follow forever, so I decided to honor some of you! Here are some of the blogs that I’ve noticed particularly and been drawn to in the last year.
admiringmichael - Hi, haha! Well, you’re always in my newsfeed, which I really appreciate. I can see that you take a strong liking in my blog. I love your blog as well! It’s always so neat and crisp and just looks so good! Never stop doing what you do. <3
bad-era-obsession - Oh, how do I even start? Lillian, your blog is just…ugh. It’s so amazing. I have to check your blog at least once a day or else I’ll get anxiety. You’re basically my largest tumblr inspiration. Plus, you’re an absolutely amazing artist and you’re hilarious! Your tags are very relatable, may I say. I just wanted to thank you for being you and having an amazing blog for me to look forward to every day. I’ll love you and your blog endlessly! <3
heretochangetheworld - Laura, I know we haven’t been able to talk much lately, but I just wanted to let you know how kind you are. You’re just such a sweet and genuine person. Your nice actions on tumblr always make me smile. Never ever stop being the kind and sweet person that you are. <3
iconicmichael - Steph…oh gosh, how to start? Your blog was the first one I fell in love with. I admired you so much that it was almost ridiculous! I remember being scared to ask you for a gifset of “You Rock My World”, and when I finally did it, you made it and did an amazing job. Plus, you were extremely kind to me. Now we’ve gotten closer and I’m so happy that we have. I love you lots! <3
lolassh - I know you in real life and you suck. Just kidding I LOVE YOU ASHLEY! Thanks for being an amazing friend. <3
loveless-ocean - Goodness, Char, I could write an entire book right now. Your support and love for me has been endless and I’m so grateful for that. After four years of knowing you, I’m absolutely sure that you’d do anything for me. You’re the one that picked me back up when I was ready to give up. Thank you for everything, you know how much I love and appreciate you, so I’ll try to keep this brief, haha. <3
mademoisellexdaymoonxstarnight - Nancy, you’re such a kind person. I look forward to talking to you each day. You always hear me out when I’m going through a difficult time and I’m glad that I can return the favor for you. Thank you for always being there when I need you and for being an extremely amazing friend! <3
michaeljacksonfamily - This will be pretty brief, but I just wanted to let you know how amazing your blog is to me. Your pictures are so amazing and I love looking through all of them. Whenever I see them I’m just so amazed. Keep up the hard work, you’re doing amazing! <3
michaeljacksonsdick - Paige…where do I start? We started talking not too long ago, but you’re already one of my closet tumblr friends. You’re soooooo funny, I can barely stand it! From your tags to your posts, you’re just hilarious. I love your blog to death and I’m glad that we started talking. I hope we get to talk more and know each other even better. I love you lots! <3
michaelslaysall - Tanieya, you’re also hilarious! You always crack me up. Your blog is flawless, too. You were one of the first people I ever talked to on tumblr, and I’m glad that I did. You’re such a kind person and you’re easy to get along with! Thanks for helping to make this first year on tumblr so amazing. I love you! <3
mjkingofmyheartshamone - I really enjoy talking to you! You’re so very kind and always listen to what I have to say. Continue to be the extremely sweet person that you are, no matter what. Remember, if you ever need me, I’m right here. I love you. <3
mjslays- Girl, you are another one of the kindest blogs I’ve encountered on here! Whenever I post things - whether it’s Michael related or personal - you’re always the first to leave a reply and like it. That never goes unnoticed. Plus, your blog is absolutely amazing and stunning. Keep up your hard work, it’s paying off! I love and appreciate you endlessly. <3
moonwalkeruntilmydeath - Jane, you were one of my first real tumblr friends. You reached out to me and talked to me all the time. Although we haven’t had the opportunity to talk much lately, I’ll always be grateful for the talks we’ve had in the past. You’re extremely kind and sweet and just an all-around great person. Always continue to be the amazing person that you are. I love you! <3
smoothbutnotacriminal - Oh, Nat, my dear Nat…where to even begin? I honestly don’t even know what to say. I’m soooo blessed to have you as a close friend in my life. You’ve always been there for me when I needed you and you’ve always been one of my number one supporters. I’m more than happy to return the favor of helping you. I can’t express all of my feelings through words, and if I tried, it’d probably be the longest book in history. You’re just such an amazing and kind person, plus your blog is the best. I love you endlessly, thanks for being such an amazing friend! <3
Wow, that was long, haha! Anyways, just thank you everyone for everything you’ve done for me and my blog in the past year, whether it’s been a single like or a follow. You all mean the world to me and you’ve helped to brighten my days extremely. Thanks for making this first year so great and memorable!
Hi yes I went a bit crazy on the stars and stuff, my apologies, but I’m excited! I wanted to make this because somehow, in a crazily short amount of time, I have gotten over 150 followers! Like…woah…what?
I was honestly super nervous to start RPing Abby. She’s an amazing character and I was worried about doing her justice. Also, you know, joining new fandoms is scary, and (guilty confession time) I was only on 1x05 at the time. So needless to say, I was terrified, but I can honestly say The 100 RP fandom has been one of the kindest, most generous, and most welcoming fandoms. So thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for the opportunity to be a part of this.
Now for the good stuff!
First off, a quick shout out to my long time friends who I have sucked into this fandom with me. You three have put up with me for way longer than you should have, and I’m infinitely grateful for your thoughtfulness and patience.
Also, it was really hard to determine who to put on here. Like I easily could have put my entire followers list because you’re all so amazing. Honestly, the quality of this fandom completely humbles me and blows me away. Every single one of you has made me step up my game.
hey, could you possibly write me a blurb on y/n being a radio presenter at radio one and meeting niall through her job, your writing's amazing x
of course, dearie! what a cute idea :) a little longer than a blurb though sorry x
“God, no,” you groan, looking at the plan for your station for the week. “Why do I have to talk to Niall Horan?”
“Tsk tsk,” your boss clicks, sighing. “You know who your target audience is.” She pulls out her handy binder of charts, her long, perfectly manicured fingers skimming over your ratings. They are, of course, all almost exclusively within the under 18 and 18-30 age range.
“I know,” you whine, fully aware of why he was on your show. That didn’t mean you had to be happy about it though.
“Besides, I thought you liked that Direction band or whatever.” Casting off all of your concerns with a flick of her wrist, she adds, “I worked hard for you to get this. I thought you’d be praising me at my feet. Every other girl would be dying for seven minutes with Niall Horan, if you catch my drift.” Grinning at you, you roll your eyes at her lack of subtlety.
“Oh, stop!” You cry, feeling your face grow hot. You continue on, more seriously this time, “That’s the problem, though. I’ve met way too many rude celebrities to be excited to shatter whatever naive good feelings I have about him.”
Opening the door, she calls back to you, one eyebrow raised, “”Who knows? Maybe you’ll get lucky this time.”
“Shit,” you mutter once she’s out of view, your pulse involuntary starting to race.
Your head pounding, you rearrange the papers on your desk again, making sure that Niall’s papers across from you are also perfectly set up. You don’t need another bitchy comment from a celebrity about that this time. Sighing, you quickly leave the room to go find a cold bottled water for Niall. Rushing back, your feel you heart sink into your stomach when you see through the window that Niall is already sitting in his chair. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here,” you apologize, talking a thousand miles per hour. Still holding the water bottle, you wave it around for a moment as you try to figure out where to put it–on his desk, in his hand? After a moment of pondering, you finally set it on his desk, right next to his open hand. Clearing your throat, you add, “I got you a bottled water. Do you want anything else, Mr. Horan? I mean, we have coffee, tea, soda, flavored wa—”
He chuckles under his breath. “This is fine, thank ya.” Finally looking up from his notes, he smiles slowly at you. “And, please, call me Niall.”
Fiddling with your hands by your side, you simply nod at him, unsure of what to make of this strangely polite behavior. Walking over to the chair opposite him, you start to lead him through the plan. “First, I’ll introduce you, of course, and then—”
He clears his throat, and you stop, looking up from your notes with what you’re sure look like wild eyes. “And what do I call ya?”
“Oh,” you blush, your thoughts slowing to a crawl. “Y/N,” you shakily respond, attempting to keep an even tone. Goddammit, you’d never had so much trouble talking to anyone before in your life.
“And don’t worry,” he reassures. “I read through the notes already, so I know what ta do.”
“Wow, you’re ready then,” you say, sounding more surprised than you mean to. “I’m impressed,” you finish, trying to lighten up your tone.
“I do me best, love,” he answers, effortlessly taking a swig of his water. “Let’s do this, Y/N,” he smirks, giving you a wink.
Feeling his eyes on you, you attempt to introduce him as you would for anyone else. Meaning without sounding nervous or–God forbid–lovestruck.
“First up, I have ten questions for Niall that were submitted by listeners here at Radio One.”
At first, the questions that you ask him start out fairly simple–coffee or tea (tea), “Stay With Me” or “Thinking Out Loud” (“Thinking Out Loud”), and Twilight or Fifty Shades of Gray (having to choose, he ends up with Fifty Shades of Gray). But then the pauses between Niall’s answers lengthen as he scrunches up his face, lost in thought.
“L.A. or London?” Interested in how he’s going to answer this question, you finally glance up from your lap, immediately (accidentally) making eye contact with him.
“I know that I’m here in America, so it’s probably not gonna be the popular answer, but…” He dramatically pauses for a moment before he finishes. “London.”
“Why is that?” You ask, cocking your head slightly, feeling your heart pound from his eyes that are still unflinchingly locked on yours.
“When I was in LA recently, I didn’t, well, I didn’t… have my ID and I had ta Google meself to get into a club!”
You laugh abruptly, surprised at his answer. “Sorry about that,” you start, your voice coming out a little breathy. “America is just, well, just like that.” Shrugging, you continue, “Also, the questions are just gonna get harder now, so good luck.” You give him a look of pity, truly feeling guilty for putting him on the spot like this. Maybe you should have chosen different questions.
“Taylor Swift or Meghan Trainor?” He breathes in through his teeth, and there’s an audible pause as he thinks it over, drumming his fingers on the desk.
“Harry’s gonna hate me fa this… but Taylor Swift.”
Breaking his eye contact–because you know the next question coming up–you hold back the urge to sigh loudly. “Pajamas, boxers, or, uhh, commando?” Suddenly very interested in your paper, you don’t look at him, even when you see him chuckling out of the corner of your eye.
When he doesn’t respond for a couple of seconds, your curiosity gets the best of you and you finally look up, just enough for his gaze to meet yours. “I know the answer everyone wants me ta say, but I’m gonna go with boxers,” he replies, a little smile on his face.
By everyone did he mean you? Oh God, what the fuck is going on?
Feeling the heat from your face travel to your chest, you laugh unconvincingly as you shift around in your seat. But when you realize there’s only one question left, a wave of relief washes over you. “Okay, one more,” you say, forcing a smile so that you sound better over the radio.
Knowing this is arguably the weirdest question for him to answer, you pause halfway through, losing courage. “Date a fan or date a,” you gulp, the sound bouncing around the room. “Band member?”
This one shocks Niall the most. He laughs forcefully, directly into the microphone. So far, he hasn’t looked surprised by any of the questions, but this one finally cracks his calm exterior.
Thinking for a moment, he answers smoothly, “Neither.”
“Neither?” You clarify, confused. That was definitely not the answer you expected. “I thought you said you’d be open to dating a fan?”
“Ah, so you do know about me, after all,” he teases, wriggling his eyebrows at you. When you don’t respond he explains himself, “I’d date an interviewer, though.”
His flirting catches you so off guard you whip your head up to stare at him. Not sure what to answer–and you get paid to never have that happen–you simply force yourself to laugh as you reply, “Okay.” You can’t have dead air. “Moving on,” you blurt, your voice louder than you mean it. Jesus, you sound as flustered as you feel.
“Now, can I ask ya those ten questions?” He flashes you a smile.
“No” is all you’re able to respond in a deadpan tone. Before he can derail you any further, you delve right into the new album, the upcoming tour, everything that you were supposed to be talking about. He contains himself this time, allowing you to lead the discussion as you had been hoping to.
The second the microphones are off, though, you start in on Niall, eyes blazing. “What the hell was that?” You bark, feeling a strange sense of anger and confusion, and you can’t tell if anything that’s happening is real or just your imagination. “Were you trying to embarrass me? Yourself?”
His face goes blank for a moment, unreadable. Finally, he gives you an apologetic smile and his voice is quiet but serious. “I’m sorry, love. I wasn’t tryna embarrass ya. Your smile rendered me dazed, and, well, a little not like myself.”
He really does sound sorry. You don’t mean to give in so easily, but you feel the tension wrapped tight around your body begin to loosen. “Like a lost puppy?” Jokingly, you give him the puppy eyes.
“Exactly,” he nods, and you can tell he’s immensely enjoying your expression. “Now, how about we discuss the answer to the same ten questions ya gave me over a—” He interrupts himself to glance at his Rolex. “I was gonna say drink, but it’s only ten in the mornin here.”
You laugh, knowing the jet lag must be affecting him more than he lets on. “A cup of coffee?” You finish for him.
He hums, agreeing. “That’s what I meant.”
You look him over, never really having had the chance or the desire to do so earlier. When you look too closely at him–his brilliant eyes, his freckles, his honest smile–you feel your knees begin to buckle. “Why me?” You ask, your voice softer now. “I mean, literally every girl in the world would kill to have even seven minutes with you.”
“What? Seven minutes?” Shit, that came out wrong. Damn it. Eyebrows raised and with an amused expression on his face, you can tell he’s pieced together your thought process.
“Never mind,” you sigh, frustrated that, for once, you can’t seem to get the right words out of your mouth.
“Well, fa starters, you’re beautiful,” he says factually, not a trace of doubt in his voice. “But more than that you’re a mystery ta me. I want ta know who ya really are off of these airwaves.” As he gestures to the equipment around you, you can tell the words coming out of his mouth aren’t part of any show, any ploy.
You pause, actually considering his proposition. If you’re being honest with yourself, his answer is much better than you expected.
“Well, I suppose one cup of coffee couldn’t hurt,” you speculate. “Or tea in your case.”
“Perfect,” he murmurs and grabs his sunglasses off the table, placing them on the top of his head. Holding the door open for you, you slide through the doorway, your eyes glancing up to see your manager. Her head poking out from her office, her face lights up as she sees Niall exit right behind you, too close to simply just be leaving at the same time.
“I see you!” She calls out gleefully as you two walk out of the building, shoulders touching from your proximity. Waving your hand behind you, you brush her away as Niall’s booming voice and your content laugh echo throughout the hall and out into the open air.
I had to do this as a video instead of an audio post because I couldn’t figure out how to upload the voice recording because I’m stupid. Also I get even weirder around the part where I read from the book because apparently I can’t read aloud AT ALL and I’d already filmed it 4 times because I messed it up 4 times and didn’t want to again ;)
What she means:Jonathan Larson never got to see any of his shows be successful, his entire life was one failure after another and he died without seeing his show redefine Broadway and rush in a new era of music. He never got to mentor people like Sondheim mentored him, and he never got to accept his Tonys, or his Pulitzer. He never got to see people's lives change forever because of a show he wrote in Greenwich Village with a keyboard. He died and three months later his show went to Broadway when it had barely made in on Off-Off-Broadway and he never got see it. He never met Lin Manuel Miranda and see how much of an impact his shows had on him and he never met Tom Kitt or Brian Yorkey and see his show influence another show into a Pulitzer. He never met all the fans of the show that bought the album six times because they loved it so much and never got to see how much of an impact this show made of those living with AIDS. He died before seeing all of this and it will never be okay