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  • me, meeting chris jackson, pulling a legal pad out of nowhere to take notes as he signs a picture of his face from 2008: so what was it like to kiss mandy eight times a week?
Day 8: Front’s Seat’s For People Who Haven’t Been Kidnapped By Fucking Numpties

“Front seat’s for people who haven’t been kidnapped by fucking numpties,” said Simon, his words sinking from his lips to mine as he kissed me (in between sentences just like he knew I liked).

“I really wish I never told you that,” I said, biting at his lips.

After a moment of this (time lulling to a honey-like consistency) he pulled away, though he kept his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

“I can’t believe we’re snogging in your aunt’s car,” said Simon with a breathy chuckle.

“We’re like any other teenage couple,” I said, cocking an eyebrow in his direction. He smirked.

“Except you’re a vampire and I’m the Chosen One and I don’t even know if I’m gay or not,” he said.

“It doesn’t matter,” I said firmly, digging my fingers into the thick fabric of his jumper. “But you know what does? This.”


I leaned forward and kissed him hard enough to push him back against the passenger side door. Whatever he was about to say faded into an indignant muffle. I never ceased to feel a spark of triumph whenever he reached for me, held on to me. I hoped that this never changed.

When I leaned back he was breathing heavily, his rosy cheeks even rosier.

(I loved that I had this effect on him).

“I guess it doesn’t matter,” he said after a pause. He shook his head, almost like resignation. “You’re attractive either way.”

“Damn right,” I said, tossing my hair for good measure (I knew he secretly loved when I did that).

“Oh fuck off,” Simon sighed.

Instead I pulled him close, nestled in the crook of the driver’s side door. There wasn’t much leg space, but at the moment I didn’t quite care. I cared so acutely about this moment instead. Because Simon was curled into my arms, and his hair was brushing my chin and I could feel his heart racing beneath the wool of his jumper. These were the things I cared about. I relished every bit of this, even the fact that our legs were tangled and pins and needles had begun to bloom in my feet. It wasn’t perfect—but then again, neither were we.

Sure, the front seat wasn’t for people who had been kidnapped by fucking numpties. It was for an ordinary teenage couple. 

Well… one was a vampire and one was supposed to save the world. But this—this felt almost normal.


One sip, and his pecs jutted out from his chest a little bit more. A second sip, his biceps ballooned out, pushing up and stretching out his shirt sleeves. Third sip, he flipped his hat around without even realizing it. It was on the fourth sip that he got that dumb look on his face. Fifth sip, and he was all mine.

“Flex for me, bro,” I told him.

He put his big arms above his head and put a cocky look on his face.

“Yeah, bro,” I complimented him, “Nice arms.”

He let out a dumb chuckle and continued flexing for himself. He was completely oblivious of his instant muscle growth. All he knew was that he was fuckin’ big now, and he wanted to show it off.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. Damn, his voice had gotten so deep and dumb-sounding.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight, though,” I said. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the bottle that he had continued sipping from. With each sip he took, he was becoming more and more simple-minded. If he kept it up at this pace, I doubted he’d even be able to string a sentence together by the end of the night. 

“This shit is fuckin’ lit, bro,” he slurred, “What the fuck is in this shit?”

“Just a special little serum I invented to help turn you into a dumb, muscular frat bro,” I smiled.

“Huh?” What I had just told him had clearly gone over his head. “Whatever, bro. That sounds like some fuckin’ stupid science shit or somethin’.”

The One Where Sherlock and Molly Are 'Just Friends'
  • *Molly's flat; lying in bed*
  • Sherlock: *smoking* We can be friends who sleep together.
  • Molly: *fiddling with the sheet* Yeah, this could be just...something we do. Like tennis.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Sounds smart and healthy to me *glances at her* Whilst we're on the subject, do you currently have any other tennis partners?
  • Molly: *shrugs* Just Mary *pauses* That’s actually tennis, though. But she is setting me up with a mate of hers next week.
  • Sherlock: *disappointed* Oh.
  • Molly: *swallows* Did you want me to cancel it?
  • Sherlock: No! *sits up; avoiding looking at her* No! Because, if you did, you’d be cancelling for me, and we’re just friends.
  • Molly: *smiles weakly* Exactly. I- my thoughts exactly.
  • ...
  • Sherlock: *ruffles his hair* I’m not fine, Molly. I’m not. How can I be fine? Picturing you with someone else, doing what we've been doing *sighs* Would it be so terrible if we were...friends who don't date other people?
  • Molly: *hopeful* You mean like exclusive friends?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Why not? Let's face it, this has been the best month. Even if we were friends who lived together *playing with his cigarette* Or, friends who stood up in front of their other friends and vowed to be friends forever.
  • Molly: *grinning* You've thought about that sort of thing?
  • Sherlock: More than is healthy, yes.
  • Molly: *sits up and strokes his arms* One day, we might even hear the pitter patter of tiny, little friends.
  • Sherlock: I'd like that.
  • Molly: *kisses his cheek* Me too.
  • Sherlock: *flicks the cigarette; smirks* Quick game of tennis before work?
  • Molly: *giggles* Yeah, why not? *kisses him*
beauty guru

“Why is your bag so heavy?” I huffed as I held her backpack in one hand. “I received a lot of new stuff the other week, which I’ve been dying to try out” she explained as she took the bag from my hand and placed it on the floor. “You mean try out on me?” I said with a raised eyebrow. She looked up at me with a cheesy grin, as she crouched down and rummaged through the bag.

She placed every product in a pile on the living room floor. I laid on the sofa, searching through the TV, but watching her every now and again as she read the packaging of things intensely. “Ok Shawn, I’ve got something for you” she said as she held a product in her hands and ventured on her knees to the sofa. She knelt down so she was in line with my face. “What is it?” I asked as I propped myself up on my elbows. “It’s a herbal face mask from Origins it has bit of green tea in it, they do really good stuff” she said as she opened the packet. I glanced down at what was in her hands before she tried to put in on my face. “It looks like dirt, are you sure they didn’t just send you foreign soil?” I laughed as I dodged her touch. “Stop being such a baby, this will be good for you” she sighed as finally managed to reach my face. “Is it gonna make me look like a tomato?” I said as I frowned. “No,” she said as she smudged it across my cheeks. “It’s going to leave your face feeling refreshed and revitalised.”

I rolled my eyes as the smell of green tea filled my nostrils. “Hey, watch it” I sighed as I felt the cold touch of the product land on my collarbone. “Sorry,” (Y/N) giggled as she reached over my face for my right cheek. “You have really small hands,” I said, as her hand took up my view. “Thanks?” (Y/N) said in a voice which suggested she didn’t know whether that was a good thing. “There,” she said as she sat back down and wiped her hands with tissues. “How long do I have to stay like this?” I asked, already wanting to wipe it off. “It says ten minutes,” (Y/N) said as she read the package. “You’re kidding,” I said in a defeated tone. “Oh stop, that’s hardly anything” (Y/N) said as she stood up, placing a kiss on my forehead before retreating back to her pile.

“What other stuff do you have?” I asked, drawing my attention back to the TV as I felt my cheeks begin to tighten slightly. “I’ve got some coconut oil conditioner, lip kits - oh and some false eyelashes” (Y/N) muttered. “I am not testing them out for you, no matter what you do to make me say otherwise” I said, sitting back up on my elbows, feeling a strange sensation on my face as I raised my eyebrows.

(Y/N) threw her head back in laughter. “Last time you made me do that, I swear to god you pulled out more than half of my eyelashes,” I hissed, looking back at the TV. “They grew back eventually,” (Y/N) replied, wiping tears that had left her eyes from laughing. I shook my head, “It’s not good for someone like me. Having to take selfies with fans every single day, and asking them to put on a filter so I don’t look so stupid.” “You’re such a child,” (Y/N) sighed. I pulled out my phone and took a selfie on snapchat. I didn’t use any filters, I wanted everyone to see what (Y/N) was putting me through. I added the caption: ‘I’d drink green tea any day…but put it on my face?’

A couple of minutes later, (Y/N) broke out in laughter as she read through twitter on her phone. “Someone tweeted, ‘Why has Shawn got elephant shit on his face?’” she said through giggles. “I told you it looked dodgy,” I sighed, crossing my arms over my bare chest. “How long left?” “About six minutes,” (Y/N) replied. I let out a huge groan, forcing my tight cheeks to break the mould. “Ok, you’re free,” (Y/N) said as the ten minutes came to an end. I leaped from the sofa and hurried to the bathroom, stopping in the door way. “How do I get it off?” I called out. “Massage your skin with water,” (Y/N) replied.

I rubbed my face for a good five minutes until it was completely off, resulting in my face looking red - just like a tomato. “Does your face feel any different?” I heard (Y/N) say from the door. I looked in the reflection of the mirror, “My face feels horrible.” She rolled her eyes as she leaned against the doorframe. I dried my face and wandered over, placing my hands on her waist. “What’s this?” I asked, tracing my thumb across her lips. “It’s a lipstick, do you like it?” she asked, smiling. I nodded before placing a passionate kiss on her lips. “Very much actually,” I whispered, leaning my forehead against hers. She grabbed my chin, “It looks good on you too, it matches the shade of your face.” Before I could respond, she broke from my hold and ran down the hallway seconds before I chased after her.


[all of these pics are without makeup, and are taken 5 months apart]

OK SO this is kinda hard for me to post but i wanted to share in case any of you are going through similar experiences to what i was in. i suffered with severe acne for 7 years (it was over my back too) and i tried literally everything, and its only now after 5 months on accutane something has finally worked!!! if you have bad acne i 1000% recommend going on accutane, I cannot tell you how much my confidence and general happiness has improved, i still have redness and scarring but no spots whatsoever. if you have acne don’t give up, keep trying different treatments and keep your head up in the meantime! i literally never thought i would ever feel confident enough to post no makeup pics but here we are 🙏🙏🙏


Awesome expressions & cute moments from the David Tennant/Billie Piper panel at Wizard World Comic Con - Philadelphia

JUNGKOOK AU [She's Blind]

This is my first Fanfic, i apologize if you find a lot of mistakes i do my best to check. This was originally posted on AFF. Hope you support me.

Title: she’s blind
Characters: Hanbyul(you), jungkook, suga
Genre: romance, school life, angst, fluff

Originally posted by nnochu

COUNT ~ 713 words

PART 1 ~ she’s blind


“What the hell” !! hanbyul said as she woke up angry.

“What ?” her mother raised her eyebrows.

“I SAId shit mom?” She whispered as she put her hand over her mouth.

“ yes mother, you’re late now get your ass out of the bed before I kick you” her mother said madly.

“Oooh shit why didn’t you wake me up early” her eyes widened as she gets off the bed quickly.

“Would you stop cursing ” her mother frowned.

“sooowrry"she said playfully as she went to the bathroom.

When are you going to grow up?

Hanbyul POV

This is the last year hanbyul bear it for one year, and you’re free from all this damn shit. I wore my uniform quickly and fixed my hair as I head to the door.

” Mom I’m leaving" I shouted to let her know as I get out.


“your cane!” my mother said while panting.

“Oh, no wonder I felt strange thanks” I chuckled as she handed me the cane

“be careful,” my mom said sternly

“umm, byee”.

1,2,3,4,5 … jajamyung shop on the left

“ late on the first day” a warm voice cut my thoughts

“Oh ajumma” I smiled as I recognized her voice.

“Good luck I heard it’s your last year” she chuckled as she pats my back.

“Yeah I will be graduating soon prepare your gift time pass quickly ”

“Is that all you can think of, Go go your late” she giggled and pushed my shoulder lightly.

“ok ok don’t forget my gift bye” I waved my hands.

Yosh 10 minutes till I reach the school, I continued counting as I walked down the street it’s my habit since I got into an accident.

When I was ten years old, I got into car accident, and I lost my father and my sight. I remember this day clearly as it was yesterday I shudder at the sudden thought the hell is wrong with me why did I think of it.

Although I lost one sense but my other senses are quite strong that some people call me crazy dog funny isn’t it.

I didn’t realize I reached the school until I heard the teacher scolding some students who probably were late.

Shit, I’m doomed *think of a lie think of a lie fuck I can’t think of anything* I didn’t realize I dozed off until I heard the teacher calling me.

“Hanbyul ah why are you late are you hurt anywhere?” the teacher asked me worriedly as he kept on turning my head right and left as if he’s checking for bruises.

“Huh? U…uh I got lost” I rubbed my neck awkwardly nice lie.

“It’s okay don’t worry go to your class take care of yourself,” he said warmly as I bowed and thanked him, went better than expected.

I walked away but a mad or rather pissed off voice stopped me “why are you letting her go?”

“ Because she’s blind ”


I heard the teacher whispering loudly, seriously i’m not deaf sir.

“That’s not an excuse" he shouted suddenly .“hey, you, stop acting pathetic, and just a reminder you don’t walk with your eyes got lost my ass” he continued

tch, use that brain of yours in your study you could be the first on school.


I heard my teacher scolding him. Bitch please it’s not like I decided to be like this I scoffed “sigh” oh well nice way to start my day.

End Of POV

“Ok class that’s it for today, make sure you study well, tomorrow I will give you a short quiz about what we took today and it’s counted,” the history teacher said as she left the class.

As soon as the teacher left students started to complain at the sudden announcement.

Meanwhile, hanbyul took her lunch box quietly and went out of the class. She hummed quietly as she walked to her favorite place

“ walk ten steps straight and then turn left.. oof ” suddenly she pumped into someone. “sorry” she bowed as she walked but an arm stopped her.

“Hey, freak Are you blind? don’t you see where are you going?” He shouted.

“Yes” she replied bluntly and shook his hand off as she ignored him

“what the he… what is this?” He crouches down to catch it “cane?” He frowned a bit as a realization hit him

“she is really blind” a smirk crept on his face.

I will show you who you are playing with blind girl I’m the great jeon Jung kook. You ignored the wrong guy baby, you’re so going to regret this.


“if your good at somthing, never do it for free. got that kid?”

“yep! you’ve only told me a hundred times.” i rolled my eyes resting my head on my hand in boredom.

“i’m try’n to teach you how to servive kid. you odd’a be grateful.” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“yah, yah. ‘you could have abandend me’ i’ve heard it before.” i sighed, looking away. “but… thanks.”

“what was that?” he asked, rasing an eyebrow.

“i said thanks. you could have left me for dead, but you didn’t. even if being brought up by a madman may have influenced me slightly.” i grinned as he laughed.

“your luckier then you know kid.” he replied, ruffling my green hair that perfectly mached his. “but you ain’t outta the woods yet.”


in other news: my hair is green again! ;)

also: please send me requests!!! i’m totaly out of ideas.