i love like every picture of him in existence

you ever just love someone so much it’s embarrassing? like every time i see a picture of claude giroux or am reminded that he exists i just want to sink slowly into the earth. like who? who are you talking about? i dont know him. sorry i have no idea who you’re talking about. never heard of him before. please stop talking about him. please be silent about him. *in tears* please

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i just thought i’d remind everyone that these pictures exist

……..

goD my heart is doing stuff because of these pics he’s actually so beautiful it hurts

You’re Beautiful

Ashton

“Smile babe!” Ashton giggles, snapping a photo on his phone. I blink at him in shock as he grins at the picture, and I snatch the phone off him quickly. “Hey!”

“That is an awful picture.” I gasp, my eyes darting between his phone and him.

“No it isn’t.” He tuts, taking his phone back.

“Yes it is.” I insist, attempting to take his phone again. He moves it away, holding it out of reach. “Ash please delete it!”

“Why?” The boy furrows his eyebrows, quickly glancing at his phone before returning his gaze to me.

“Because I look terrible!” I exclaim, leaning forward to take his phone. Once again he moves it out of reach, and I sigh, exasperated. “Please Ash.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with it.” He admits, and my eyes widen.

“How can you not?” I question, and Ashton brings his phone a little closer so we can look at the photo. “Just look at me!”

“You look like you.” He replies, and I scoff.

“If that’s what I look like I need to seriously consider facial reconstruction.” I sigh, narrowing my eyes at the small picture. “I mean, my hair looks like a rat’s nest and my cheeks are redder than ketchup, it’s a miracle you’re even in shot because my head’s so big, and don’t get me started on-”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Ashton interrupts, his face the picture of confusion.

“I’m explaining why you need to delete what could potentially be the most hideous picture of me in existed.” I tell him, causing his face to drop.

“Please tell me you don’t actually think any of that.” He begs, and I blink at him in response. “Y/N that’s ridiculous!”

“Okay maybe it isn’t the most hideous-”

“You don’t seriously think of yourself like that? Y/N you’re beautiful. And this picture, which you look equally as beautiful in as every other photo of you, is amazing and I love it s much I may just set it as my wallpaper.”

“Ash-”

“No Y/N, I refuse to accept that this is a bad picture of you because quite frankly, I refuse to believe such a thing exists.”

I open my mouth to argue, but close it again quickly, unsure of how to respond. Ashton locks his phone and places it down, before pulling me into his side.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, his lips finding mine. “You’re always beautiful.”

Michael

I smile as a chorus of hellos greets me as I enter the flat, waving at the four boys who were scattered across the living room.

“Hey.” I grin, kicking off my shoes and walking over to the sofa. Michael grins up at me, pulling me down onto his knee. I quickly push myself off, moving to sit beside him instead. He sends me a questioning look, but says nothing when I lace my fingers with his as I turn to face the boys. “How was the interview?”

“Luke dropped the microphone and broke it.” Calum grinned, causing Luke to grimace from his place on the floor.

“It was an accident!” He groaned, and I giggled at the boys misfortune.

“I’m sure it wasn’t that bad Luke.” I tell him, and Michael squeezes my hand before he leans forward.

“It was terrible.” Michael chuckles, his lips brushing my ear.

“I’ll never live this down.” Luke sighs, falling backwards so he was facing the ceiling.

“Will a pizza fix it?” Ash grinned, and Luke shot back up.

“Always.” He nodded as Ashton pulled out his phone.

“Okay so everyone having the usual?” He asked, his eyes darting around the room.

“Don’t bother with mine.” I say, standing up and releasing Michael’s hand. “I’m not hungry.”

I don’t give them a chance to respond as I leave for the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge and grabbing some water. As I unscrewed the lid, a pair of arms wound around my waist, but I quickly pushed them off and moved to the other side of the room. When I turned to face Michael, his eyebrows were furrowed and he looked hurt.

“What’s going on?” He asked, his voice quiet so the boys couldn’t hear.

“Nothing.” I shrug, allowing my gaze to fall to the floor.

“Y/N.”

“Michael I’m-”

“Don’t lie to me. You wouldn’t sit with me like you usually do, you turned down pizza, and now I can’t eve touch you. What’s going on?”

“I just…” I trailed off, finally looking up and meeting his eyes. Michael steps across the room and engulfs me in his arms, and I collapse into them. “I just feel fat.”

“You aren’t fat.” Michael whispers, pulling back to look at me. His hand reaches up to cup my face, ensuring that I was looking at him. “Get that? You. Aren’t. Fat. You’re beautiful. And if you so much as hint at something like this again, I will write a song about each and every one of your features explaining how beautiful they are. Okay?”

“Okay.” I nod, as he kisses me softly.

Luke

I stand in front of the mirror in my underwear, poking at the purple marks that covered my hips. I groan in frustration as Luke enters the room, and he quirks an eyebrow in the mirror behind me,

“Well hello to you too.” He smirks, stepping forward and placing his hands on my hips.

“Close your eyes.” I mutter, twisting to cover his eyes with my hand.

“Why?” He chuckles, pushing my hand away but closing his eyes all the same.

“I don’t want you to see.” I mumble, my eyes returning to the mirror. Luke’s hands were now covering the majority of my stretch marks, but there were still some that were visible.

“See what? Is it a surprise? Is it your underwear? Is it new?” Luke says, his voice deepening slightly. His lips brush my shoulder, and his hands tighten on my hips.

“Luke stop.” I murmur, stepping away and searching for some clothes. “This isn’t about my underwear.”

“Are you okay?” He asks as I grab one of his spare shirts from the floor. His hands dart out to stop me as I go to pull it on, and I look up exasperatedly to meet his eyes. “Come on Y/N, talk to me.”

“It’s fine Luke. Let me put your shirt on.” I reply, attempting to pull away again, but Luke only tightens his grip. “Luke.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing!”

“Y/N I swear-”

“I don’t want you to see my stretch marks okay?” I half yell, causing Luke to drop my wrist in shock.

“But…I…what?” He stutters, his eyes considerably wider than usual.

“My stretch marks. I don’t want you to see them.” I repeat, finally pulling on his shirt and turning to leave. Luke’s hand darts out and grabs my wrist, pulling me towards him. “Luke-”

“I’m going to tell you something now, and you have to promise me you’re going to listen and remember.”

“Luke-”

“Promise.”

I sigh, nodding slightly before meeting his eyes. His grip on me lessens, but only so he can pull me closer to him.

“I’ve seen your stretch marks. Several times. And you know what? I think they’re beautiful.”

“Luke-”

“You promised.” He stops me, and I snap my mouth shut obediently. “They’re part of you. Which makes them beautiful, because you’re beautiful. And you could have green skin and I’d still think you were beautiful. Because you are. No matter what.”

“Luke-”

“I love you.” He finishes, smashing his lips on mine. His hands hook under my shirt, pushing it up slightly. “Now, about your underwear…”

Calum

I watch the waitress flirt with Calum as he pays for our meal, jealously clouding my mind. She giggles as he smiles one last time, and I have to stop myself from leaving. He turns and walks over, throwing his arm around my shoulder and leading me out of the restaurant. He chats happily as we walk to the car, but I remain silent, flashing him a small smile as he opens the door for me, but not meeting his eyes as I slide in the passenger seat. His hand falls onto my knee as he begins to drive, his thumb moving slowly across the exposed skin.

“You’re being quiet.” He muses, looking over at me as we reach a red light.

“Just not feeling chatty.” I reply, keeping my eyes anywhere but him.

“That it?”

“Yup.”

“Okay so you’re mad.” He mutters as he begins to drive again.

“I’m not mad.”

“Sure.” He scoffs, and I finally turn to face him.

“Do you really want to be with me?” I ask, and Calum nearly crashes the car in shock as he pulls into our driveway.

“Of course I do!” He exclaims, turning the engine off and looking t me. “What gave you the idea that I didn’t?”

“Well there are just prettier girls than me, who are funnier and smarter and-”

“You’re beautiful.” He interrupts, and I roll my eyes.

“Calum I’m average. I mean, everyone in that restaurant knew you were out of my league, and even the waitress was blatantly flirting with you.”

“So?”

“Calum you deserve better! You deserve someone who when you take then out, people don’t look at you like you pity the girl you’re with, you deserve someone who-”

“You’re beautiful.” He repeats, his eyes trained on mine. “And I wouldn’t leave  you for anyone or anything. I love you. And people don’t look at me like that when we’re together. If anything, they look at me with envy, because I’m lucky enough to call you mine.”

“Calum-”

“And on the days where you feel like you aren’t good enough, on the days where you feel like you don’t deserve me, when you think other girls are better, you need to tell me. Because the thought of you not realising just how beautiful you are physically hurts.”

“Cal…”

“You’re beautiful.” He finishes, leaning forward and kissing me. “And I promise you, there isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to let you forget it.”

Jack Gilinsky - It’s never too late

MASTERLIST

I guess you can say that I’m really good at shutting people out of my life. I’m all about the aggressive ignorance when it comes to something that is not good for me or my well-being. That bitch doesn’t like me? No problem, I’m even forgetting her ugly ass name! You unfollowed me on Twitter? I didn’t even know you had one! I had been doing this since middle school, because it seemed like the easiest way to deal with shit. But then, I had to realize in the hard way that it’s not the best in every occasion.

A messy breakup is more complicated than just fighting with one of my friends over something stupid, and I should have known that shutting Jack out in the minute we decided on finishing our relationship, but back than it seemed like the right decision. He and I had been dating for almost a year, I was by his side as their career took a huge turn and from uploading silly videos to websites to the point where they were planning their tour. I was madly in love with him, everyone knew it, and he felt the same way, but when we got into a huge fight over him, spending so much time with Madison, with who the media always brought him together despite the fact we were publicly admitting we were a couple, and we ended up breaking up, I didn’t care that I loved him, and just used my usual method. I shut him out.

I unfollowed him on every social media platform, deleted all of our conversations and told my friends to never bring his name up. I pretended like the boy I loved never even existed. I know, it’s a bit cold-hearted, because I even blocked his number so he couldn’t call me and I banned him out of the building I was living in, but I thought it would be the right thing for me to do. If he didn’t care about the whole Madison thing, then I chose not to care about his existence.

“Y/N, don’t you think it’s a bit hard?” my best friend asked as we were about to sort every picture of us out of my computer and phone. I wanted all of them gone.

“No. I don’t need him,” I simply said while it caused me physical pain to say those things out loud. I sighed trying to push my thoughts about missing Jack to the back of my mind as I deleted one more photo of us that was taken on his mom’s birthday.

Ignorance was harder when your ex was a star and his fans wanted to know everything about his life, including his relationship with me that was currently dying.

I wouldn’t say I was doing well, I cried at least once a day and if I didn’t delete his number I would have already called him, but at least I didn’t say his name out loud anymore. But I was deeply unhappy and I wanted my boyfriend back, but I thought it was already too late. I ignored him for too long to start over it again, so I just forced myself to accept it.

It was until about three weeks after our breakup when I was sitting in traffic and I was trying to find my chopstick somewhere in the car. I had so many things there, I could have just easily lived there, and needless to say it was always messy. But then I found something odd. It was a memory stick that definitely did not belong to me. I furrowed my eyebrows connecting it to my player and then the title “If you’re listening to it it’s never too late” appeared and the song started.

It was an ultimate mashup from all of our favorite songs with Jack. We loved to do these things, mixing some of the best songs, but it was bigger than that. 32 minutes of heaven and hell at the same time, because it recalled all of our best memories and then it made me realize what I lost because I thought it didn’t worth to give it another try and like an asshole, I just shut him out of my life completely.

I got out of traffic as the song came to its end and I was totally in tears. I was sobbing like a little girl and instead of going home I took a turn and headed to Jack’s place. He put the stick there for me to find it and the title said it all. I may have had another chance I just had to push my ignorance out of the way.

I was speeding down the streets of LA just to get to his place as fast as I could and when I got there I just jumped out of the car and run up to his apartment. I rang the bell and as I heard him shuffle around on the inside I rang it again to rush him.

“Alright, I’m coming!” he shouted and I knew he was rolling his eyes. Then the door opened and when he saw me, he was more than surprised. Probably I looked like a total mess, my makeup made me look like a panda, but I couldn’t care less. I held up the stick and he let me inside.

“Um, I found the mashup,” I said hesitantly, not really knowing what to say. I whipped a few tears away from my cheeks and stared at him.

“So you are talking to me now?” he asked raising his eyebrows. He had every right to be like that, I deserved it for what I did. I was pretty hard on this breakup while we could have just solve it with talking about it.

“Jack, I’m so sorry,” I burst out in tears again, my shoulders shaking uncontrollably. “I was so stupid for ignoring you just because we had a fight, I just.”

“Thought it would help? I’m glad you realized it didn’t,” he said finishing my sentence. He was so calm and his face was blank, I was afraid it was yet too late.

“I’m sorry. That’s what I do, and I was mad and… I don’t know.” My voice was not more than just a whisper and I kept my glaze fixed on the floor. He stepped closer and pulled me into his arms. I hugged his body immediately as tight as I could. I missed him so much and I was ashamed of myself, I needed his forgiveness.

“I know, but this is not something you can do in a relationship,” he said gently stroking my hair with his hand.

“I’m sorry,” I sniffed hiding my face in his neck.

“It’s okay baby. It’s okay.”

Hearing his word made me relieved more than ever, it really wasn’t too late. This taught me for sure that I can’t just ignore my problems, it might have worked in middle school, but I was twenty, I had a boyfriend and he did not deserve to be treated like this no matter what.

I’m not sure how long we had been standing there hugging, but he was the first one to speak up.

“Baby?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Will you please unblock my number and do something about the banning? I feel like I’m a murderer or something.”

I laughed leaning back. Hearing what I did from him was funnier than I thought, it was like I was treating him like a criminal.

“Yes, I’ll take care of it,” I grinned up at him whipping my tears away. He nodded smiling before pressing his lips to mine finally.

in-an-other-fantasy  asked:

I need to know all of this with he tian and mo. Because. I love them.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk - He Tian. Mo Guan Shan still gets flustered and embarassed every time. 

Who said “I love you” first - Mo Guan Shan. He just blurted it out one day and nearly died of embarrassment when He Tian just stared at him in shock for awhile.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background - He Tian. It’s the only existing proof that Mo Guan Shan is able to smile.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror - He Tian. But it’s always creepy shit like ‘don’t look behind you’ or ‘I forgot to put the clothes in the dryer.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts - Mo Guan Shan. He buys stupid little trinkets or stuffed animals and puts them random places for He Tian to find, but gets too embarrassed so He Tian just puts them all on a little shelf and never brings them up.

Who initiated the first kiss - He Tian. It took a long time before Mo Guan Shan could bring himself to initiate anything at all. But once he got over that, it’s pretty much a constant. He Tian can never say no. 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning - see above.

Who starts tickle fights - He Tian. Mo Guan Shan hates it, but we all know how much He Tian likes to hear him beg.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower - He Tian. He doesn’t bother to ask though because Mo Guan Shan would say no. He steals the water and lets all the damn warm air out.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch - Mo Guan Shan. On his days off he stays home and cooks something to take to He Tian. 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date - He Tian. By the time Mo Guan Shan FINALLY said yes, he had no idea what to do. It was a disaster.

Who kills/takes out the spiders - Mo Guan Shan. ‘You’re such a baby. It’s just a bug.’ ‘IT’S NOT JUST A BUG IT’S AN ABOMINATION!’

February 14th, 2016
11:01 PM

The wallpaper on the homepage of my phone is a picture of you from the perspective of the driver’s seat of a car. You’re sitting in the passenger seat without your shirt on after a day at the beach. There’s a ray of sunshine from the back window of the car gleaming across your left arm and another creating a flare on your back. Your hair is messy and natural. The light is hitting the back of your ear in such a way which makes it look almost transparent. The seatbelt is being pulled by the slight forward slouch of your body. Both of your arms are slumped over your knees and your hands are hanging effortlessly. If you look to left of the picture, where the rear-view mirror of the car is, you can see the top of your head in the reflection; there is a little tuff of hair sticking up on the back of your head that is noticeable only if you look in that mirror. The sun is creating beautiful outlined shadows of the muscles under your skin on the left side of your body. And lastly, you are giving the camera such a look that I swear could convince anyone that you are staring right through them. Your eyebrows are just slightly furrowed because of the sun in your eyes. Your jawline is being exaggerated by the sun and even the part of your jaw you always clench is visible because of the lighting. Your lips remain relaxed and unwavered by any flexing of their muscles; they are in their most tranquil state. You can perfectly see the freckle that resides on the left side of your chin and your eyes are radiating authenticity. This is everything I get to see when I unlock my phone. Today I did just that while an old man was standing behind me and he just so happened to catch a glimpse of that picture before I locked it again. He did not hesitate to ask me, very frankly: “Who is that?” I glanced back at him and asked who was who. The old man pointed to my phone in my hand. “The boy in your phone,” he said. I felt my hands start to sweat and my heart begin to pound in my chest. A nervous smile crept upon my lips as I frantically looked from the old man to my phone. “Oh, him?” - I looked at the picture of you- “He’s no one, he’s just a boy,” I lied, with anxious laugh. The old man just smiled at me and patted me on the shoulder, as an old woman became curious, as well. She repeated the old man’s question, but with more tenacity in her voice, and then told me to show her the picture of you. And so, I did. Her response was expected as she let out her ooh’s and ahh’s, like most old women do. She asked me yet again who you were and I replied in the same way I did to the old man. Oh, how desperately I wanted to tell them, ever so nonchalantly: “He’s the love of my life.” The old woman’s curiosity spread like a virus as two other women joined the conversation. They were middle-aged and baggered me with questions. You had brought in the attention of four other human beings. I answered all of their questions the same way in my panicked attempt to get out of the situation. Your picture was on display like a famous piece of art in a museum while all four of them united their brains in pure determination to find out the story behind the picture. My body was stressed out and my mind was flustered with thoughts, until the old woman said: “Well, obviously, she’s the one driving.” I suddenly stopped and it was as if I went deaf. The world paused. I was now in the diver’s seat of the car, taking the picture of you. The aura of the scene was golden from the sun and you could see occasional glints of sunshine reflecting off of the waves of the ocean in the backround. You were looking away from the camera, fussing with something to your right, and I was looking at you through the lens. I giggled to myself at you and you turned to look at me. In a split second, I snapped the picture and captured you in that raw moment. Then I blinked and I was back to the reality of four people around me, theorizing this photo. I looked at the old woman, who appeared to be blurry and smudged because of the tears in my glossy eyes, and I shook my head. “I wasn’t driving. He’s just a boy. This is simply a photo of just a boy.” The four of them looked at eachother in confusion and left it alone. I remained where I stood, stunned, before quickly walking away. I felt like I’d just been gunned down. Somehow my subconscious was taken to a scene of the photo in which was purely fictional. It felt like what I imagine it feels like when your brain replays your whole life like a mini-film in the moments before you die. I dont think humans are supposed to be able to do that until those final moments. Now I am haunted by the fictional scenario I created between me and you, with every glance I take at that picture. You would think I’d simply change my wallpaper but I cannot, because the boy in my phone isn’t just a boy, but a boy I’m in love with, yet a boy who doesn’t know I exist.

Home Alone Tonight. Chapter 1

Warning! This story is rated M for foul language, sexual content, and adult situations. This is a NALU story, so keep that in mind while reading. This story is inspired by Luke Bryan’s ‘Home Alone Tonight’. The first time I listened to the song I immediately thought of Natsu and Lucy and wanted to bring that to life. I hope you enjoy this story, and as always, I do not own Fairy Tail.

Summary:  For the past few years, Natsu’s been dealing with his broken heart. He tries to drown his pain through unhealthy activities, but all it leaves him with is a string of failed relationships and a lot of drunken nights at the bar. He’s been a wreck ever since she left. How will he deal with her return, when his heart is still mangled? Inspired by the Luke Bryan song. Modern AU. NALU

Read Chapter: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24.

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Chapter One: Drink it all away

Natsu sighed on his way home from the gym. He had been extra hard on himself, and he was looking forward to kicking his feet up and watching tv. He couldn’t remember if he was supposed to hang out with his girlfriend tonight, but it really didn’t matter to him either way.

The pink haired man took the elevator to his apartment on the fourth floor. The motion made him slightly sick, but it was better than taking the stairs. His muscles were tense, desperately needing the relaxation that awaited him in his home.

Before he even pulled out his key to unlock his door, he noticed a folded piece of paper taped above the knob. Curious, he snatched it up, reading the message inside.

Natsu, I hate to do this through a note, but I can’t stand to be near you anymore. I’m sure you saw this coming, since you’ve been extremely distant lately. It’s not hard to tell that you’re either cheating on me, or you’re in love with someone else. Either way, it’s not my concern anymore. I hope you have a happy life, but it can’t have me in it. Thanks for the fun times. -C.

Natsu sighed as he slipped his key in, unlocking the door to enter his one bedroom apartment. He made his way straight to the kitchen’s trash can.

A pathetic laugh left his mouth. “Another one bites the dust,” he mumbled as he threw away the note. There was no point keeping it, because he wasn’t heartbroken over the breakup. It wasn’t that he was just trying to pretend like he was okay, because honestly he was fine with it. She was right, he definitely saw this coming.

She was also right about him being in love with someone else.

He was surprised she figured it out so soon though. Usually it took the girls a lot longer to find out the truth. He was usually better at hiding his real feelings. Guess the years of faking were finally wearing down on him.

He walked to his bedroom, opening the door to see the unmade, full-sized bed. Under the bed contained a box. He only allowed himself to look inside when he was single, since it felt like cheating when he peaked during a relationship.

He grabbed the wooden box, pulling it out to place on his bed. Inside contained pictures and notes. The photo on top was the hardest one to look at, because that smile tore his heart up every time he saw it.

He picked it up, bringing it to his face to glance at the blonde girl in the photo. He flipped it over, reading the back. Natsu and Lucy at graduation.

That picture was the last one he had with her, because she left shortly after. The reminder sent him into a downward spiral, teetering close to depression and self-harm. The only remedy he had wasn’t healthy, but it was legal.

“Well,” Natsu said as he put the picture back in the box. “Might as well get drunk.”

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Haunting songs: Can’t Pretend - Tom OdellSometimes, when I find some new awesome artist (“new” means not so popular, or my friends have no idea about them), I hide them for myself.I know that sounds selfish, a fan should be proudly introduce their favourite artists to the world, that’s a really good way to help them to get more fan, ‘cause having a lot of fans means the day they can have their own tour is closer, and there will be more interviews, more photoshoots, more motivations to make new albums.But the reason why I don’t want people to know them is that I feel so good having something nobody knows it exists. Have you ever put on your earphones, open the song and giggled because you’re owning the freaking song?I’ve hidden Tom Odell for myself for like 3 or 4 months before I drew a picture inspired by his “Another Love.” And I guess I made more Odellers for him 'cause after that, I saw a few girls posting his songs as their Facebook status soundtrack, some set his photos as their profile pictures.About Tom Odell. He’s incredible in every single way, no, only that he once had a rumor with Taylor Swift, which is fine if he loves her, but ugh, that girl is cool but in love, she’s just… eh. I can write a lot about this man. But not in this post, I will show you every page I wrote about him later. Until then, let the song hit you.

me, when louis posts a selfie: my precious child. he’s so pretty. i love him so much. but god what the fuck now? he’s the most beautiful human being to ever exist. but i really don’t feel like dealing with babygate. i should just accept this beautiful picture as a gift. but something is definitely going to happen. louis is so pret-

Combeferre as a music major who plays like 10 different instruments, but he’s a pianist at heart. He has a showcase coming up for his major, but all of the practice rooms at his uni are full. So he ends up playing the open piano at the hang out spot on campus, among all of the pool tables and the ice cream bar.

A few people actively listen to him while others mind their own business. However, this one curly haired beauty comes up to the piano and hums along with him, commenting on the pieces and Ferre’s expression of them in between Combeferre’s takes.

He stays there for hours until Combeferre eventually calls it a day. Just as Ferre is trying to thank him for listening and bid him goodbye, he sticks out his hand with a crooked smile. “I’m Courfeyrac,” he introduces, “would you like to grab some coffee with me?”

And YES Combeferre would love to get coffee with him. So they head to Starbucks and order overpriced lattes, laughing and talking until an ungodly hour in the morning.

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My treasure: March 9, 1993, 21 years ago (22 in Korea), was borning the person who I consider the most perfect of all so far (i look like a owl mother ok). Even with all the flaws that every human being has, to me he still remains the most perfect and flawless human being of all galaxies. Being like this, he makes me wanna put him on the most highest pedestal and love him so much that sometimes I think my heart is going to explode.

Intelligent, beautiful, kind, cute, life ruiner, funny, idiot, talented, all this is not enough to describe Min Yoongi. I do not remember how I felt when I learned of his existence, 9 months ago, but now I just need to look at a picture of him that I feel the happiest person in the world, seriously. He has a strong jaw and a beautiful mouth that seems to have been designed with attention on the smallest details. I guess I’m just in love with everything in this guy, tongue-tied, the squinty little eyes, the folds of the eyelids, his ridiculous dances that cause me shame others and especially the way he smiles with he cute teeths.

When the thing with B-Free came, Yoongi acted with so maturely and this was totally awesome, less the part that he says that he passed hungry; it’s horrible have to imagine a person that you love with needs. Also have the appendicitis things that have happened with Yoongi. While he has not recovered from since I almost died with worry and distress, because he lives in the other side of the world (not the other side of the world London, the other side of the world South Korea). I could barely sleep and eat because it was very nervous thinking about how Yoongi was feeling, if he was sleeping well, eating well, and feeling pain or not. And I cried and cried and cried and I’m not even ashamed to speak. Because besides being my idol, above all, he is a person I love very much and I captive like I do with all the members of BTS and persons that I care.

Yoongi is totally enchanting; I wish that I could protect him of all the bad things of this world. He took over my life in some inexplicable way, and I do not regret about loving and support him every day. Sometimes I think “oh, I’ll go to BTS’s twitter, Yoongi should posted a selca” and kind, he posted 15 minutes ago. Sometimes I wake up in the morning, out of nowhere to check BTS’s twitter and again, he just posted a selca.

This telepathy (kekekeke) scares me. So, he is my precious baby. This is the first anniversary of him that I’m “celebrating” and I’m very happy, heeeelp. I wish I could hug him tight and personally say how grateful I am because he was born (ignore this). I want him to enjoy the day of today because you know, it’s her day. Happy Birthday Lapper Man, you ruined my life but you know I like that. Be very happy and live over 80 years so I can make fun of your face hehe. Happy birthday baby, I love you.

I follow a lot of Yixing biased blogs and since I, myself, am a Yixing stan, I love it when I come across other people that care for him like I do. I love when I see pictures of him tagged as ‘my angel’ 'my sunshine’ 'my handsome prince’. Every picture of him I ever reblog is tagged with 'My shining star’. It just makes me so happy he has fans that love him. He deserves all the love and support we can give. I hope he’s aware how happy he makes a lot of people.

makeshiftdhole  asked:

Skookum (and other Skookums/samoyeds on your blog) are one of the reasons I love Tumblr so much. It's really a pleasure to follow your blog, not only is every picture adorable, but your captions are great too! This may sound a bit weird, but thanks for existing, and for what you do!

Thank you so much for this great message! It doesn’t sound weird at all, it is very nice and I really appreciate it :) 

It’s fun because I try to make it seem like Skookum is thinking funny things, or like he’s annoyed when he’s giving his side eye (when really I snapped 15 photos in a row and made a funny sound until he looked in a certain direction!) So even though Skookum is the star, there’s a little finesse on my end too ;) It’s really thoughtful of you to say this :)

haha like here I was trying to make it look like he doesn’t approve of all my knitting and quilting books, so I had him sit there then I stopped petting him for just long enough for him to look annoyed :D

Okay, fandoms, hear me out

I know you all like time travellers

And cute guys who get possessed by demons

and a love of superheroes

and their butts

But what if I told you that universe already existed?

Yes. And that beautiful universe is…

also the origin of this confusing picture

Yes, Kamen Rider. 
But how, you ask?
Well, much like American Horror Story, every season or so, we get a new Kamen Rider with new powers, a new city to save, and new enemies to fight. 

You want a sweet man who gets possessed by friendly pudding loving demons and has a magical time-and-space travelling train? 
Behold KAMEN RIDER DEN-O

Thankfully, the demons (Imagin) change his appearance based on who is possessing him or if Ryotarou is in control of himself. 

But wait, you say. We want a sweetheart who often ends up half naked.
May I present Eiji Hino, the hero of Kamen Rider OOO?

Out first introduction to him is undressing in a museum that’s under siege. 

YOU’RE WELCOME, TUMBLR.

But hold up, you say. Where’s our detectives we can ship? It’s not SuperWhoLock without those.

Okay, imagine if you would, Sam Spade and Sherlock Holmes combining into one body to fight drugged out monsters to make them human again and solving mysteries, along with a planet that contains every book ever.

Kamen Rider W!

He’s actually these two guys fused into one!

One’s a super genius that can access the world’s memories with blank books, the other is a self-proclaimed hardboiled detective. Together, they fight crime perpetuated by a drug-trafficking monster making crime family. 

And that’s just the surface. You have 

space themed high school comedies

KAMEN RIDER FOURZE

old Classic episodes

anything from Kamen Rider to Kamen Rider Shin

Powerful wizards, such as KAMEN RIDER WIZARD

If we don’t even count the new amazingness that is Drive

we still have lots of flavors to choose from

So… watch Kamen Rider already
Thank you
This Message Paid For By The Coalition To Make More People Watch Kamen Rider

Just something I think Harry-stan would understand, and appreciate:

My friends always ask me why I love Harry so much; why am I so completely in love with someone who has no idea I even exist?
Normally I just shrug and smile, because it’s like I have this secret that I don’t want anybody to be in on. They just don’t get it; they have no idea how, when you hooked on him you just can’t shake him. He crawls under you skin, and suddenly you’re awake on a school day at 4 am scrolling through tumblr in hopes of getting updates about him. Because seeing his face, even when it’s a blurry picture once every three months, it’s like happiness is flowing through you veins, and you heart is pumping so fast, making you feel as if you’re on fire. And then I sit there like the dork I am with the biggest smile on my lips, because he’s out there. Somewhere out here he’s going about his daily activities, and meeting up with friends; laughing, crying, writing, rambling. He gets flustered and feels insecure, maybe unhappy, but he always, always, manages to make us feel special It’s like we have our own little club, that you just cant understand if you’re not in it. 

They laugh and tell you to move on, that “your silly fantasies are never gonna happen”, but that’s not the point. The point isn’t that every single Harry blogger/writer is doing it in hopes of getting together with him. The whole point is to not feel alone. When we’re on tumblr and writing silly blurbs, we smile and laugh and it makes our entire day. He is the reason I get up, and put on my silver boots (thanks for the inspiration, btw;)) and walk out the door, because I know he does the same.

When my friends ask me if I don’t fancy anybody else; in my life, celebrities, fictional whoever, I just smile and say “no”, because the toll Harry has on my heart is so strong, that it makes it impossible to even think about anybody else.

I sit in class and all I can think about is him. His smile, his generosity, his body, his skin, how he’d feel against me; lips pressing against mine, his body setting mine on fire. And the they get mad “Stop daydreaming” they say, because they don’t know it either. So I say sorry, but continue going through the same scenarios I’ve done a million times before.

I guess the bottom line is this; it’s okay to feel as if he’s your entire world. It’s okay to go mad, to cry, to scream over him, because it’s better than going though a life without him. What would we all do without our English, charing-glitter shoes-skipping across the stage-tight ass jeans wearing- asshole that has stolen all our hearts, heads, and souls. He gives me this special feeling; like I’m alive. Suddenly I can breath a little deeper, smile a bit brighter just after looking at one picture of him.

Just do whatever makes you happy, and know that Harry will somehow always know about us. I think deep in my soul that he actually knows who we are; maybe not personally but he knows our love and takes it seriously. And at the end of the day we can always come to tumblr and vent about that motherfucker that we just would no be able to live without.

anonymous asked:

I met Misha a little bit ago at a convention. When I got up to do my photo op, I was shaking like a leaf. We took the picture and as I'm walking away, he put his hand on my back, looked me dead in the eye and thanked me for being there. I think I thanked him for existing, I don't quite remember though... At the auto, he held my hand as I told him what he meant to me then said he'd see me next year after personalizing my op. He saves my life every day just by existing, I love him so much.

Oh Mishhhhh :3 For some reason he always seems to know just the right thing to say and you never ever feel like you’re being judged by him even when you feel like a complete mess. I mean I love all the guys but with Misha I feel like I could talk to him forever ‘cause even if you say stuff you only realize after the fact that it probably sounded really really stupid like it doesn’t even matter because he’s so warm and patient and kind and attentive and ughhhhhh god I can’t believe I was ever like

because now I’m totes like

Thank you for sharing your story that was lovely :3