i say...both

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I’ve been talking to my “friends” from my old school over instagram. I was excited to talk to them. But then my best friend from there made a post. It said all of her friends. She didn’t mention me. She was the only reason why I was living. Now…… what’s the point in trying. Nobody wants me. I updated my story hinting at it saying “please in sad” she didn’t say anything though. Either they’re dumb or they don’t care for me. I say both. I don’t know what to do. I just want it to end. I want everything to end. I want my life to end….

Mr. Sandman, but the opening clapping is uncomfortably meaty and plays throughout the whole song

I don’t throw around the phrases “the worst thing I’ve ever made” or “abomination before God” very lightly, so believe me when I say this is both of those and also a mistake

I present to you Mr. Sandman, but the opening clapping is uncomfortably meaty and plays throughout the whole song

ok but a plot where muse a is the leader/part of this really dangerous and famous gang and almost everyone knows who muse a is, the horrible things they have done, how skilled they are at whatever weapon they like the most, how they have no mercy and will either kill you in matters of seconds or torture you until you’re begging for death. they’re cold, they’re calculating, rumor has it they lack a heart and soul,, but then, THEN, there’s muse b; pure, innocent, maybe shy and awkward ( or not, up to u?? ) personality is cute as fuck, a marshmallow that needs to be protected, and well, muse a really wants to protect them in the moment their eyes land on muse b, even if they don’t know them at all because ‘dude they look so fucking fragile someone is going to hurt them wtf the fuck’. and one day, after days ( or weeks ) of muse a admiring muse b from afar they decide to approach them someway somehow, and poor muse b is clueless abt who muse a really is at first. this could be so angsty and fluffy and just !!!!! i Want

From the Other Side of the Signing Table

“I don’t know what to say to you,” the girl said. “Um, thanks, I guess.”

“Thanks is good,” I replied.

Silence stretched, punctuated only by the scuffle of a Sharpie on a page.

We were in the same boat, the girl and I — both at a book festival, both at the end of a long day full of people, both in a signing line that had been going on for an hour already. There was only one big difference between us: she was on one side of the table, and I was on the other. Sometimes that difference seems to matter more than others.

Before I was published, I read a lot of accounts of what it was like to have your work out there, but I never read anything about what it was like to have yourself out there. I suppose I never really thought about it, to tell you the truth. I thought you wrote a book and hopefully people liked it and if I thought about book tours at all, I figured they involved standing on a stage for a bit before disappearing into a rental car. The truth, however, is that now — ten years and fifteen novels in to my career — most of my hours in front of people are spent in a signing line. Forty minutes on a stage or behind a table for a panel, and then two or three hours meeting a few hundred strangers. I had no idea what it would be like.

This is what it’s like.


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I'M SO EMO BECAUSE

Someone asked Jaehyun and Johnny on the radio show who they like the best between Mark and Donghyuck and both of them answered Mark, so Doyoung sent a message that he loves Donghyuck as much as he loves Mark .
Like remember that Haechan has told us that he gets easily hurt, so I just wanna say that I love Donghyuck as much as I love all nct members and he’s a star in my heart #stanhaechan

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“When Romy [Schneider] established herself as “Romy”, I said to myself that she’s a must-have for this role. But I needed an equally good, renowned actress, someone even more dramatic than Romy. It had to be Lilli Palmer. With Lilli Palmer, we had already made “Devil in Silk”. We got along well and I persuaded her to take on the role. I have to say, they both put in a tremendous performance. In the story, the young one - the school girl - loved the teacher: in other words, Romy loved Palmer.

When you look at the film and if you had been on set, you’d have to admit that life seemed to imitate art. They were drawn to each other. Of course, they had to hide it. I have no idea if there was anything going on between the two, something serious or intimate. All I know is that the atmosphere suggested there was. One could sense that they were not just acting it, but lived it.”

Artur Brauner, producer of “Mädchen in Uniform” (1958)

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So I've been following both you and keilattes for awhile now and can I just say how precious both of you are?? I love seeing your posts and meme wars on my dash. I had a pretty shitty week tbh but your posts and art makes me laugh and smile and the world seems like a better place. *Makkachin hugs*

aww, thank you! and I’m glad our bad memes made you feel better <:

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A Babysitting Love Affair | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: This was requested by anon! I hope you guys will like this as much as my first one. I kind of ramble on but please bear with me lol.
Request: could i request a zach dempsey x reader where the reader is babysitting zach’s sister, and zach haven’t met the babysitter yet and one day he goes home early and falls in love with her?

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“I’ll be there tomorrow morning Mrs. Dempsey.”

“Alright love, thank you so much!”

I smile as I close the door after Zach’s mom who asked me to babysit Zach’s little sister, May. She mentioned that she will have to go to Chicago for the weekend to take care of something and I was assigned to be May’s companion overnight since her brother is an extremely busy guy. The Dempseys are a close family friend, too bad I’m not really that close with Zach or May. It’s probably because we go to different high schools and it doesn’t really help that I can be anti-social at times. I know nothing about them, and they know nothing about me in return so it’s all good.

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The next morning

“I’ll be leaving now or else I’ll miss my flight! Thank you so much again Y/N for babysitting. I’ll see you girls tomorrow morning alright? Feel at home love, my number’s on the fridge if you need me and I left money for any emergency. Zach won’t be here until dinner tonight. He has basketball practice.” Mrs. Dempsey says as she bids goodbye to Zach’s little sister and I.

“Got it Mrs. Dempsey! We’ll see you tomorrow.” I finally say with a smile.

“Bye mom! I’ll be good, I promise!” May puts her right thumb out to her mom and waves goodbye.

“So, what do you want to do today, May?” I ask her as we’re left alone inside the house.

“Hmm, I don’t really have anything in mind. Oh wait I know! Let’s style each other’s hair.” She suggests with a gleam in her eyes; she looked so excited.

“Sure kiddo.” I reply with a smile and we proceed to the living room to watch TV. May got all of her hair accessories from her room for us to use. She decided that it’d be fun to start with my hair first and put them in pigtails and so she did. She chose these pink puffy hair bands to tie my hair. May had long, black and shiny hair which reminded me of Katniss Everdeen so naturally, I chose to put her hair in a fish tail braid.

“Wow Y/N, you’re really good at this!” she beams after her make over.

“Why thank you, Miss Everdeen.” I reply with a bow and she giggles in response.

A couple of hours later and it was almost lunch time. May wanted to order pizza and so we did. She didn’t like vegetables so we opted for a classic cheese pizza instead. A few minutes later and the doorbell rang, I ran to the door to open it, with the money in my left hand.

“Thank you so–” I begin to greet the pizza man but a ginormous, muscular guy hovered above me instead.

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the constant buzzing in my head for the next 18 days

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Friends With Benfits

Pairing: Stuart x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Warnings: holy lord, a lot of sin.

Words: 3627

Author’s Note: This is the first smut I’ve written that’s actually one of Dyl’s characters, and I love Stuart so I picked him. I got the idea from my best bb Caitlin. Thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for reading it over, proofreading, and lurking around when I was writing it last night. Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Y/N’s POV


I’ve known Stuart for literally most of my life and ever since he’s left for college we haven’t had the chance to meet up and see each other. A lot of people don’t really know this, but Stuart was ultimately the one who took my virginity. A few days after that night, we couldn’t stand being away from each other, and managed to find our way into his bed again. That night, he made me cum so many times that I lost count. They way his hands, lips, and tongue felt on my warm skin it easily became addictive, especially that wonderful cock of his. For not having sex that many times he really knows what he’s doing and I’m loving it, so much that he’s ruined it for other guys. After so many times that we had fucked we decided to become friends with benefits, none of us declared the whole “no strings attached” rule, because I’ve honestly had a crush on him since we were kids, I just don’t know how he feels about me. It’s been about four or five months since me and Stuart have fucked and I’m going through major withdrawals.

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Imagine your otp

Spends rainy day in,

Wears onesies all day,

Makes pillow fort,

Cuddles in the fort,

Orders a takeaway,

Tickle fights in the fort which leads to sex,

Drinks hot chocolate with cream and marshmallows and one puts cream on the others nose,

Struggles to pick snacks as one likes sweet but the other likes savoury so they just have a bag each,

One jumps at a scary movie so the other mocks them playfully,

Laughs to the point there stomachs hurts,

Looks into eachothers eyes and says “i love you”

Both sitting all snuggled up reading a book,

Share a bubble bath with candles,

Cuddle in bed before they fall asleep in eachothers arms