wow I can't even understand why we get dress coded for showing our shoulders. There is absolutely nothing sexual about a shoulder, like honestly who looks at a shoulder and goes 'damn' that's completely ridiculous
*writes three paragraphs in fanfic of shoulder lust*
•groups you don’t stan
•groups with really big fandoms
•groups with smaller fandoms
•girl groups that do sexy concepts
•girl groups that do cute concepts
•female idols that are close friends with male idols!!!
•male idols that are close friends with female idols!!!
•idols who have a boyfriend/girlfriend!!!
•idols who get really silly on broadcasts
•idols who don’t speak much on broadcasts
•idol’s skin color!!!
•idols who don’t speak English well
•idols and groups in general because they all went through a whole lot of struggle to get where they are so they don’t deserve any low class bullshit coming their way.
I want you to be mine again baby I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy But, I cannot see myself without you We call them fans though, girl you know how we do I go out of my way to please you I go out of the way to see you I ain’t playing no games, I need you
I officially can’t stand Makoto or some of her fans.
So her problems are the ‘worst’ ones a person/character can have and I should feel sorry for you and be nice to you just because you can relate to her and her issues?
Nobody is ‘nice’ to me because I can somewhat relate to Futaba - albeit on a much smaller scale - so… what?
On a different note, Ai is AWESOME and I can’t believe anyone would hate her. Clearly those people haven’t finished her slink or truly understood her character, it’s easier to like the likes of Chie and Naoto I guess?
Q : if you were an EXO- L, which member would you be a fan of? D.O : for me, KAI, I choose KAI because, if you see his performances. A fan girl would definitely fall in love with him. KAI : like this? (doin hip thrust move) D.O : that’s it KAI : for me. I dont need to think about it. It’s baekhyun hyung
*kai pointed kyungsoo and stand up teasing him*
KAI : Ah, I’m just kidding. He’s cute, he sings welll, he is like professional. So I’ll be his fan KAI : Honestly I want to pick d.o hyung.but d.o hyung has been chosen already and so I want to pick the others so everyone will be chosen
I stood to the beeping sound of my microwave. I just made
myself instant popcorn to accompany me watching my favorite team, Arsenal, versus my
least favorite team, Chelsea, that would begin in just less than 10 minutes. I put my
popcorn bowl in my lap and a glass of lemonade in the coffee table next to me
as I sat comfortably in the couch, when my boyfriend burst from the front door
making me jumped in shock.
“Rafa! Why are you always such in a hurry?”
“That is because I don’t want to be away from you for too
long” he placed a playful kiss on my forehead.
“No, you’re not” He chuckled at my response, making his way
to the kitchen. He just got home from the grocery store, buying some
ingredients for his special diets tomorrow, which basically just green
vegetables, tomatoes and lots of fruits.
I was drown in the match when Rafinha sat next to me,
holding the spinach juice he just made. “Why are you so serious?” he played his
hand between the tip of my hair.
“Just watch Rafa”
He let out a chuckle, standing up again before he gulped
down his juice. I slapped his butt playfully when he purposely stood still in
front of the TV, blocking my view.
“What are you wearing?”
I turned my focus to Rafinha who’s standing next to me, both
hands on his hips, looking down at me confusedly, “What the hell are you
wearing?” he repeated his question with a bit of irony.
I nodded. “Friedman gave me.” It was my jersey! My lovely
Özil’s latest Arsenal home kit that my cousin just bought me from London when
he visit me last months. I have to admit that I’m crazy in love over Mesut
Özil, back from the world cup 2010 when he stunned us all with his brilliant
performance. I was his fan girl when he played for Real Madrid, way before I
met Rafinha, and I still am after he moved to Arsenal. And I couldn’t wait to
see him beat Chelsea on the match tonight.
“Here, sit with me.” I patted the empty space in the couch.
“No. I’m going to watch something else upstairs.” I let out
a big sigh after I saw him walking up to our room, purposely closing the door
harder than usual. He’s being weird again.
I screamed when I saw Özil’s pass picked out by Walcott
before his shot was kept out by Chelsea’s goalkeeper, then another groan came
from my mouth when I saw Gabriel being sent off for kicking Costa.
It was in the middle of the break from the first half when I
finished washing my dishes. I decided to go check on Rafinha in our room.
“Baby” Rafa lay on his back on the bed, playing with his
“You’re so noisy” he said with a tiny bit of anger in his
“I’m sorry baby” I threw myself on top of him, pampered him
with kisses all over his face so that now I got all his attention.
“Why are you mad?” I asked as I stroked his hair.
“Just watched that stupid game, they’re going to lose
“Why did you say that?”
“They lost one man”
“Oh, so you did watch the game!” I nudged his arm. Rafa
would usually watch the Arsenal game with me; of course he’d snorted all the
time I get the fan girl mode when I see Özil. “Why are you so cranky? Did I do
He turned his gaze to me, staring directly to my eyes, “No,
you didn’t. I’m sorry for being a bit cranky.” With his right hand, he caresses
my hair softly.
“I don’t like what you’re wearing. I hate to see you wearing that jersey.” he continued, making me
stared down at him in confusion.
“Özil’s jersey? But you like Özil!”
He chuckled, “I don’t, I just like watching you praising him
on his game. You look so happy. I can’t help to wonder whether you’re that excited when you cheer me on my game or not.”
“Of course, I cheer for you with all my life. You shoul’ve told me, let me know. I’m sorry, love.” I kissed him on both cheek and he smiled.
His smile started fading as he put both of his hand on the
side of my arms then he rolled over so now he’s above me. “Which one do you
like more? Me or Özil?”
He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me roughly against him and
kissed my lips in a demanding way that roused more anger than anything else, “I
want you to pick one (y/n), Özil or me?”
His warm lips moved their way down my neck and stopped
exactly in my sweet spot that made me moan his name in pleasure, “Rafael…”
His hand crawled beneath my jersey, moving ups and downs in
my rib, “Should I asked you once again…?” he pulled out from the kiss, right
hand holding the weight of his body, and his left hand started playing with my
breast. He knew exactly how to make me crazy.
“You, I choose you. Rafael Alcântara, I choose you.” He
chuckled, looking satisfied of he’s doing, and he leaned down again to kiss my
lips that I happily returned. Of course
he knew he had won when I started crawling my hand on his torso, in desperate
to see him off his clothes. “Wait.”
“Rafa please…” I whined.
“I need to throw that ugly jersey away first” He pulled the
jersey off my body harshly making a small torn in the part which I didn’t
really pay attention anymore. I then excitedly extended my hands to do the same
thing, “One more thing…” he held my hand that was on his chest, a smug smirk
appeared on his face before he let me continue taking his shirt off.
Could the mun do one of those Color Palette challenges? I just really love all your styles \(￣▽￣)/ like holy crap I could never get to that level, and it would be nice to see you do one of these, but only if you want! Okay I'll stop fan girling now.
Miss Mun: Honey you wanna see some real fan-girling? You should have seen me when I read this ask! Practically jumped through the roof! Thanks a bunch, this mun appreciates it. ❤
A/N: beuatifulcrime, I hope you like it 💕 I apologize for the wait. I also did different perspectives (both Nate’s and Y/N’s) because I find it easier to write stories that way lol. I really hope you don’t mind!
Word Count: 3,000+
Pairing: Reader + Nate Maloley
Summary: You’re excited to meet your favorite viners at a party, but Nate gets jealous, which leads to a huge argument.
I can’t really say anything here I don’t already say all the time (cause I’m a soppy shit after all) or nothing you don’t already know, but I guess I can give writing this a shot.
It’s unbelievable how long it’s been since we met, because it’s not long at all if you think about it. It’s been such a short amount of time but it feels like ages. I can no longer imagine my life without you in it and I guess that’s pretty great! Our relationship itself is quite young, but it feels like we’ve been together a lot longer (wouldn’t you say so?), because we have such a strong bond and we’ve shared so much with each other. It still feels like we learn something new every single day and I never want to stop learning if it’s this fun!
The thing is: we defy expectations every single day. I talked to a friend about it the other day and she was surprised by how much we don’t fit into standards: we are two girls, we met online, we speak different languages, have different cultures, live in different countries, different timezones, different social classes, everything. We’re as different as can be, but your best friend once said she was surprised by how much I sounded like you over text. It’s crazy to think about, how we just make it work, how we still share so much despite it all. I guess love is really above all these superficial things, huh? Most likely! Our hearts still beat harder for each other and we still get excited over small stuff (like the other day we lowkey came out on a hidden facebook quiz and it meant EVERYTHING, just like it means everything when I can say I’m not single, because it just means I’m yours).
Anyway, despite all the odds, all the doubts and expectations people have, all their misconceptions about who we should be and how long distance just doesn’t work, the many many reasons why it could go wrong, the ones that held me back from asking for all that time, we’re still here. And we’re HAPPY to have each other along for the ride. And that’s the point. No matter what they say and expect from us, we are happy. The love is always here. Through the ups and downs and no matter what, it will forever be the most beautiful story I’ve been a part of. And I hope I can be a part of your story for many many years to come. It’s the most fun I’ve ever had <3
The brazilian version of valentine’s day is coming around (June 12th) and I’m just happy that for the very first time it’s gonna mean something to me. One of many new exciting things that began because you found me.
This turned out long, as it always does. All I can say is that yes, I believe! No matter what others think. And I hope for the day I can proudly and loudly tell everyone about us, but for now this will do just fine. You’re my only dream and you keep me going when I don’t think I can. You believe in me when I can’t do it myself. You give love songs meaning. Thank you for being you!
About the resurgence of past problematic behavior…
I definitely think it’s important that we do bring these things up from time to time. This is a fandom with many young fans who aren’t always aware of what kind of behavior is offensive. By addressing the issue, we’re able to help make fans understand why this kind of behavior isn’t okay, why it’s offensive and wrong.
What we need to do, though, is fix the way we talk about these issues. Condemning children (that means Maddie and the girls, as well as their fans) isn’t a productive way to have the conversation. If our reaction is to immediately point fingers at those who don’t understand their actions, rather than educate them in a calm fashion, they will go on the defensive to protect themselves. We have to remember that most of the people in this fandom aren’t fully matured (which happens at 25, let me remind you, and even adults make mistakes). We can’t expect 10 to 13-year-olds to immediately know what is racist behavior. They’re at the point in their lives where they are slowly being exposed to the adult world, this is the time when they’re learning.
Maddie (and the rest of the girls) have made mistakes, as have we all. I’ve learned from mine through the years, yet I’m still learning. I’d like to think I’m not a horrible person for the things I did or said as a child.
The way this conversation is being had in this fandom isn’t to educate, but generally to win the argument for the sake of winning.