i think i prefer part 2

4 tips for getting ahead after falling behind

So ‘it’ happened. You got sick, you scheduled too much at once, you had a bad day (or week). We’ve all been there and it sucks. And now you’re behind and you’re feeling overwhelmed. These are just a few tips I have for getting back on track (and hopefully ahead) after falling behind.

  • If you are behind on homework it’s time to prioritize. You’re at a point where it might be worth it to let the tiny assignments that aren’t worth very much sit on the back burner until you’ve dealt with the important stuff. So what are your priorities?
    • Do you have work in a class that you’re doing really well in and you feel like you can set it aside and hand it in late, or you can afford to miss the assignment without screwing up your final grade? Great, set it aside and leave that stress for later.
    • Do you have work in a class you’re terrified of failing? Okay, focus in on that. If you don’t eliminate the chief point of stress first you’re going to find it very hard to focus on anything else.
  • Do you have exams coming up that you haven’t studied for? This is rough but you need to decide whether sleep or studying is better for you. There’s no wrong choice here; it’s different for everyone. I am a ‘needs sleep’ person but my roommate is a ‘stay up and get shit done’ person. If you know you can’t function without a decent amount of sleep then ixnay the idea of an all night all together.
    •  Now that you’ve figured that out it’s time to focus; what topics are you doing the worst in? Get started on figuring out what it is you don’t know. 
    • Also make sure to write down what you do know and keep looking over that constantly so you don’t lose the knowledge you already have. 
    • Now figure out what methods you actually have time for; if you’re in a crunch you may not have time for flashcards. I find that when it a crunch it’s helpful to essentially begin compiling a cheat sheet.
    • Write down everything you could possibly need for the exam as though you were going to be able to take it into the exam. Make it clear! Make it easy to glance at! Don’t waist time on making it look pretty!
    • As you go through creating the sheet make sure that you would know what kind of problem or topic that the concept/formula would go with and how you would use it to solve a problem.
    • The above means that you aren’t just copying over formulas, dates, quotes, etc.; You are committing the CONTEXT to your memory and if need be to your sheet.
  •  Is the problem reading? Heaven knows that’s been mine this week! First thing first: READ for the NEXT class. Don’t start with what you should’ve read last week; playing catch up is stressful and means that you may do a ton of work and still not be prepared for the next class.
    •  If you come across parts that don’t make sense because you haven’t read the earlier stuff skip back and skim those bits. 
    • Once you’ve read for the next class you can decide what the best option is for continuing. 
    • Either start at the back end of what you’re behind on or work your way backwards.
  • Is it an essay? Is it more than one? Okie doke. Break those kiddos down into the sections you think you need; intro, para 1, para 2, etc, conclusion. 
    • Alright, now give those sections titles and maybe like a brief summary. 
    • Okay now you’re ready; pick one section from one of your papers to start on. It doesn’t have to be the intro you just need to get started. I like to start with ones that require a bit of research on my part so that I can really get the ball rolling and start collecting articles. 
    • Then you should either set a timer for about thirty minutes and switch off every time the timer goes off, or (my preferred method) write until you finish the section before deciding which one to work on next. 
    • The real key is making sure that you change sections when you find yourself losing steam even if it’s in the middle of a sentence. Sometimes I start a sentence and then forget where I was going with it and it throws off the whole game so by changing sections you allow yourself to refresh and come back with new eyes.

That’s what I’ve got for now, I hope that some of this helps. I also want to remind you that you are not a bad person for getting behind whatever the reason was. Sometimes it happens even when you’re paying attention so try not to worry too much about it! If you find yourself getting overwhelmed and way too stressed out remember to let yourself breath and walk away for a few minutes. I wish you the best of luck and my ask/messenger is always open if you need anything.

Wannabe greek salad:
This is a super simple salad, where the amount of each vegetable I add, depends on whats in my fridge and my preferences, so you can make your own twist on this if you like.

Base of salad:
- tomato
- cucumber
- olives
- red onion (I usually skip this one )

- olive oil
- apple cider vinegar
- salt
- pepper
- dried oregano

Dice the vegetables and mix. If you add red onion, but think that the flavor might be a bit to strong, I suggest cutting it up into small slices and then soaking them in water while you make the rest of the salad.

Dressing : 2 parts olive oil, 1 part apple cider vinegar. Salt, pepper and oregano to taste. I like to make it a bit more salt than I usually would on food, just because the greens need a bit more.
For this serving I used 2 teaspoons of oil, 1 teaspoon of vinegar, and ca one teaspoon of oregano.

Mix dressing with the cut vegetables. Add feta cheese or goat cheese if you would like that. And enjoy 😊


Figured this may help if you like my writing. Requests are open.

Smut = **
Requested = ~

5 Seconds of Summer

25 Days of Christmas
Because Christmas is my favorite holiday

Michael Clifford:
The Other Hemmings ( Part 1 **  /  ~ Part 2 )
Broken Home ( Part 1 ** / Part 2 ** / )
The Bet ( Part 1 / )
Coming Out (Dad!Michael)
  The Setup (Virgin!Michael)

Ashton Irwin:
Opposites Attract
Who Did This
Daddy’s Birthday
You Can’t Sleep (Part 1 / Part 2)
Rumors (Hockey!Ashton)
Bun Head
Oh, Princess (Daddy!Ashton)**
Mr. Irwin (Teacher!Ashton) **
Jealousy **
Number Three (Dad!Ashton)
Table for One
Never Have I Ever (Virgin!Ash)**

Luke Hemmings:
Birthday Surprise
Bad, Good Boy

The Birthday Boy (Part 1 ** / ~ Part 2**)
No Promises
The Wedding

Needy (Dad!Luke)
Don’t Hurt Yourself (Part 1 / Part 2)
Long Night

Calum Hood:
Pre-Wedding Jitters
I Have to Pee
Football Lessons ( Part 1 / Part 2  / Part 3**)
Jealousy’s a Great Look on You
Broken Promises (Dad!Calum)
The Back Room **
Roommates **
Video Games **

Ashton Irwin:
Brother’s Best Friend

Luke Hemmings:
The Other Girl

Nathan Adrian:
Hey Stranger


Let’s Go Camping**
Netflix and Chill**

We Had a Deal**

Caught **

Skinny Dipping **

Challenge me - 5SOS **


They Help Your Boyfriend Propose 
He Finds Out You’re Ticklish
5SOS Preference Series


Blurb Night

Michael Clifford
~ Listen Baby Girl

Nathan Adrian
“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”
“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly it seems quite dangerous.”
“If he’s going to treat you like shit I’m going to kick his ass.”
“Please, don’t give up on me.”
“My parents asked about you.”


Nathan Adrian:
~ Stormy Weather
He Can’t Love You Like I Do (Part 1** / Part 2**)
I Told You So
Poolside Adventures  (Part 1** / Part 2**)
Unwanted Surprises (Part 1 / Part 2)
Age is Just a Number
Surprise *
Thank You for Loving Me **

Smutty Masterlist

A collection of my favorite smuts that I’ve read.

I feel like I’m not going to feel at home anywhere and I think (for now) that I’m fine with that. And I will probably just float around in hotel rooms with a wine bottle in my hand (white preferably). Airport to airport, cab to cab, broken to fixed.
—  Taken from one of my old journals, 17 and wondering, I suppose - part 2
This might be an old issue but I don’t really like Jimin’s abs and here’s why
  • He chooses them over food
  • He feels like his self worth is tied to them
  • So many of his other beautiful physical attributes are ignored because of them
  • When he has them, it’s all people talk about
  • People basically ignored the other awesome things about him for like 2 years until he “lost” them
  • Personal preference, I think his tummy looks better without them <3 (but he’s always gorgeous no matter what)

I really hope that this post is redundant and that he’s okay with not having abs.  Because it breaks my heart that he seems to think that having defined abdominal muscles is an integral part of his appeal.  But it’s not.

So here are some great things about Jimin (but not all of them because the full list is endless!):

  • His sunshine eye smile
  • His lips omg
  • Animals always like him
  • His amazing voice
  • The way he always puts others first
  • His crazy awesome dancing abilities
  • The cute way he stands with his feet at a ninety-degree angle
  • His soulful droopy doe eyes
  • His thighs
  • The Holy Jibooty
  • His infectious laughter
  • The way he sits with his knees together and his hands on his knees

Park Jimin is beautiful regardless of how much he weighs and whether or not he has abs and I really hope he knows that, because all of us do!

Tragedy {Jerome Valeska X Reader}

Warning(s): It’s lonesome.

Request?: Nope!

A/N: I got back into Gotham… Again… So rip me. I think there will be more parts to this. I can’t leave this here. Also, like Cameron Monaghan. Period. Point. Blank

I stare at my ceiling, counting the harmless baby cracks that reside there. My hands prop up a small teddy bear atop my chest. The digits of my hands twist at the short, silky, chestnut hair.

The bedside lamp spills a yellow luminescence from the top and bottom of the simple gray shade.

I grow bored of counting the distress in the ceiling and turn on my left side, clutching the bear tightly. His glass eyes press against the tops of my breasts, sending innocent chills down the base of my body.

My eyes dance around my room, avoiding my bedside table.

Looking at the mahogany wood floor; boring. Staring at the beige walls; boring. Skipping to cheap pictures on the walls; boring.

My nails dig into the precious bear. My eyes slowly slug themselves to my bedside table.

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Montgomery x Reader Imagine (Part 2/?)

NOTE: Thanks for the good feed back, guys! So here comes part 2, unfortunately I’m stupid and in the middle of writing I realised I wrote this one in first person. Anyway, tell me which person do you prefer (I can try the third next time lol). This one is bit longer than the previous one, I hope you’ll like it xx

I spent most of the Saturday with Sheri so I didn’t have much time to think about the hot tub thing, but Sunday… Most of the day I sat at my room, reading book, even though better word would be holding. I stared at one page for an hour and haven’t read a single word.
Was I too hard on him? I mean, I joked around and made innuendos with all the jocks all the time, including Monty, but leaving him like that in the hot tub is something on a whole new level.
Whatever, he started it and he deserved it. But memories of his lips and if his hands on my body still gave me chills.
Fuck you, Montgomery, I whispered.

Next day at school wasn’t anything special until I came to the chemistry lesson, a little bit late.
“Please, take a sit, Ms. Y/L.N”, teacher barely even looked at me.
I looked around the classroom and spotted last empty chair. Next to Montgomery.  
“You gotta be kidding me”, I mumbled under my breath.
“Hey, you”, I sat on my chair.
“Hey”, he kinda acted normal, kinda stared at me.
“How was the rest of the party, huh? You smoked some weed, play some video games?”, why am I like this, why did I even started this topic.
“I had to jack off in the hot tub. Because of you”, he whispered through his clenched teeth.
“Ew, does Bryce know about it?”, I prayed for him to shut up, afraid that someone would hear something and honestly, I couldn’t imagine anything some embarassing than people finding out that two of us made out.
“You will regret it.”
“Yeah, right”, I snorted.
His hand went behind me and his fingers started running along my spine. I tensed up trying not to show that it had an effect on me.
“Okay class”, teacher finally started lesson, “most of this semester, you’ll work in pairs, so look at your neighbour and say Hi to your new partner”.
I slowly turned my head to look at Montgomery, now disgusted even more then when he mentioned jacking off in the hot tub.
“What did you get in chemistry last semester?”, I asked.
“What do I need to play in the team?”
“C average or above”, everyone in sports teams said it like a mantra, it was literally the only condition, that has to be fulfilled to be in the team. “So it was C?”, I guessed.
“Well, yeah, what did you get?”
“A”, I sighed knowing all the work would be on me this semester.

Next day I was in cafeteria, waiting in the line to get my food, wearing my cheerleader suit.
“You’re looking good, you know?”, I heard annoying voice behind me.
“Why don’t you just get ‘lookin’ good’ tattoed on your face?”, I answered bored. “Besides, you have seen me in cheerleader suit a thousand times.”
“Yeah, but last Friday I took a good look at you in bathing suit…”
“No way”, I interrupted him with sarcastic tone.
“… And now I know what’s under it”, he continued.
“What has gotten into you today?”, I asked, little bit shocked with his dirty talk.
“I told you, you will regret”, he whispered.
“So you gonna sexually harrass me for the rest of my life?”, I turned around to look at him and saw Clay Jensen coming up.
“Hey, Jensen”, I said bit louder so he could hear.
He waved at me and smiled.
“Did you talk to Jeff?”, I asked. “US history and English will be kicking his ass once again.”
“Yeah, I spoke to him and yeah I will tutor him”, he said as he walked by.
“Thank you”, I gave him a high five. “You’re da best.”
“Thanks, Y/N”.
“Real MVP!”, you shouted and he laugh.
I finally got my food, grabbed the tray and went to the table not waiting for Monty. I barely sat went Jessica came over with a smile on her face.
“Okay, bitches, party at my place, Friday, 7pm”, she said, punched my arm and went.
“Seriously, you have to stop doing it! Where are you going?”, I shouted.
“To spread the news!”

Friday came up and I really didn’t feel like coming. Again.
“You always complain, but still come go the party and have a great time”, Jess said when we were walking home from school. “So stop making up excuses, or I swear I’ll slap you.”
“You can’t fight with an argument like this, I guess”, I sighed.
My parents didn’t have anything against the party, they didn’t put much interest in me as long as my grades were good and I was in cheerleaders team.

I showed up at Jessica’s at 7, and was one of the firsts, because 7 really mean 9, but it was okay. My plan was to get buzzed (and I really wanted to get drunk that night) before party starts for good and to avoid Montgomery. Good thing was that after Tuesday talk in cafeteria he kinda stopped annoying me.
By 10 pm I was properly drunk, so when Justin asked if I want to play spin the bottle with him and few other people of course I was like “Duh, fuck yeah”. I sat the floor between Sheri and Zach.
“Hey, Monty, you play?”, Zach asked and moved slightly making place for Montgomery to sit between us.
It didn’t really bothered me, because last three days he had been acting normal, so I thought he finally accepted the fact he got played.
After few spins bottle pointed at me, I leaned towards Troy and gave him a quick kiss. I spinned the bottle and it pointed Monty. With poker I turned to him and kissed him as quickly as I did with Troy. He spinned and it pointed on me again.
“Seriously?!”, I sighed.
He quickly wrapped his arm around my neck, turned us, so people couldn’t really see our faces and kissed me stucking his tongue in my mouth. It lasted way too long than typical kiss in the game.
“At least first bring her a drink, Montgomery”, Justin said and threw chips in our direction.
“Easy, hot head”, I mumbled as I moved away without looking at his face.
Few minutes later game was over, mostly because Jessica and Justin turned it into make out session. I got up and went to the kitchen, to make myself another drink and grab something to eat.
One minute later I felt someone smacked my ass.
“Did you just…”, I didn’t even have to look to know who it was. “You’re fucking disgusting, you know that?”
“Maybe, but somehow I think you you’re into it and you like what is going on between us”, he took a sip of my drink without asking.
“Oh my God, you’re also fucking ridiculous”, I said with my eyes wide open. “I’m too sober for that shit”, I drank whole drink at once.
“You swallow fast”, he said with cocky smirk on his face.
“One more word and I’ll throw up at you, I swear”.
“Yo, Y/N”, I heard Jeff calling my name.  “Wanna go for a beer run with me?”
“With pleasure”, I answered and run to him without even looking and Monty.
In the car Jeff told me how he helped Clay and Hannah with their twisted situation, clearly proud of himself that for once he turned out to be smarter than Clay.
“You’re good guy, Atkins”, I smiled at him. “All you want is to play baseball, have a good grades and help Clay with Hannah and that’s beautiful.”
“Oh, come on, I’m gonna blush”, he laughed.
“No seriously, I will tell every girl that you’re the most pure, sweetest cinnamon roll and that you’re different than others and don’t care about scoring".
Weird grin showed up on his face.
“You already scored today, didn’t you?”, I punched him in the arm. “I take my words back, you’re awful”, I laughed. “How does it happen that everyone make out with everyone, except me?“
“You know…”, Jeff moved in the seat. “It’s probably cause you always seem so… tied… And stressed”
“Excuse me?”, I turned on the seat.
“Well, you know, compared to other cheerleaders… Look, they don’t give a shit about anything, they don’t give a shit about school, about grades, they don’t give a shit even about cheerleading. And you care about everything and that’s why you seem more stressed than them”, he tried to explain. “Take a chill pill, make out with someone, have some fun”, he punched my arm.
(Un)fortunately his words and the drink I drank and once before leaving for beer run, both hit me at the same time. Super drunk me decided to make out with somebody. Anybody. We came back, I left the car and started walking towards Jessica’s home, having big troubles with walking in straight line.  
“Y/N, for fuck’s sake, just be careful”, Jeff shouted for me.
“Yeah, yeah”, I mumbled getting into the house.
I looked around and spotted Montgomery sitting on the couch, doing something of his phone. I went there, sat next to him and put my hand on his thigh.
“It’s a party, Monty, put this phone away and have some fun”, I said.
“Huh, look who’s gotten friendly”, he looked at me suspiciously.
“I know, I’ve been a bitch but I went for that beer run with Jeff, you know, and I realized some things”.
“Really, what things, for example?”, he put his arm around me.
I didn’t answer him, I stared at his face instead, giggling.
“God, you’re handsome”, I said glancing at his lips.
“Okay, here’s what we gonna do”, he leaned towards me and whispered into my ear, “I’m gonna go upstairs, to Jessica’s room, and you’ll join me in few minutes”, his lips were touching my ear.
I nodded my head, Monty quickly kissed me on the neck and basically run upstairs.
“I’m gonna get laid”, I mumbled to myself. “I think I’m gonna get laid.”
“Hey Y/N”, Jessica jumped on the couch.
“Where have you been, I was looking for you.”
“I was on a beer run with Jeff.”
“Goood, I was afraid we run out of alcohol, but then Jeff came in like a Superman with sixpacks”, she giggled.
“I think I need some water”, I smiled at her and left to the kitchen, I need to get rid of her.
I poured myself a water, drank it and run upstairs. When I opened door to Jessica’s room, it was dark inside. I closed and locked the door.
“Montgomery?”, I whispered.
I heard steps behind me, second later Monty pushed me to the wall, grabbed my wrists put them above my head. His hands went down the sides of my body, until he grabbed my thighs and pulled me up, so I could wrap my legs around his waist.
He laid me on the bed his lips went from my down neck to collarbones and started sucking it just like a week ago.
“Monty”, I punched his arm.
He pulled up, stroked cheek, and said, “Today I make the rules”, shiver went down my spine.
“Fuck”, I mumbled.
His hand went from my thigh to my breast and squizzed it. The other one pulled dress up, he started kissing my stomach, getting lower and lower, sucked my belly button, probably causing huge hickey around it, but I really fucking didn’t care. His head went up and he kissed my lips again. I felt his fingers sliding into panties which only turned me on more.
I started unbottoning his shirt but he grabbed both of my wrists with spare hand.
“Keep your hands yourself”, he whispered and slided his fingers into me.
I scratched his back.
“You like that?”, he asked as he curled his fingers and pumped them again and again.
“Fuck, Montgomery, I want you, just fuck me already”, I moaned.
“Does it turn you on?”, another pump.
I nodded my head and bit my lip trying to not make any noices. It was dark, my eyes were closed, butcould sense fucking cocky smirk on his face. He slided out of me and sat bed.
“Monty, why did you stop?”, I also sat on bed and switched the light on.
He bottoned up two bottons I had undo and fixed his hair.
“What the fuck are you doing?”, I asked.
He stood up, leaned towards me and looking me in the eyes said, “Guess you can’t play the player, huh?”
“Are you kidding me?”, I shouted.
“It was fun, see you on Monday”, he unlocked the door, smiled at me and left the room.
I sat there speechless for a few good minutes.
“What the fuck did just happen?”, I asked myself out loud.
I fixed my hair, took a deep breath and decided to go back to the party.
“Fucking bastard”, I mumbled.
I went down and sat on the couch next to Jess.
“Why don’t you have any drink?”, she asked.
“I’m good, thanks”.
“You know, to be honest, you look a little fucked, break will be good for you”, she said, even though she was the one who was barely able to speak. “ Where the fuck is Justin?”, she looked around.
“He’s playing beer pong with Montgomery”, Alex Standall sat on a chair in front of us.
“Cool, thanks Alex”, Jessica got up. “You’re not coming?”, she asked me.
“No thanks, I’m good, just gonna sit for a while”, I answered but she was gone before I even stopped talking. “How’s the party, Alex?”
“I love her”, he mumbled, looking after Jess.
“Oh God”, I rolled my eyes. “You two dated for like two months, year ago, seriously man, get over it”.
“It’s love. It’s not logic”, he sighed.
“Alex, I’m not saying this because I’m a bitch or because I root for Jessica and Justin. I’m saying this because you’re good and you deserve to be happy, okay? Move. On.”
Said me. Person who couldn’t get over the fact that she got played by a player because she tried to get him played. Hypocrisy at it’s finest.
I walked around the house, looking for Jeff, who was supposed to drive me home. Instead I bumped on Sheri. I pretended to listen to her while I was discretly watching Montgomery talking to some girl, wrapping his disgusting arm around her.
“…are you even listening to me?”, she shaked my arm.
“Umm, yeah, I was just… Looking at driveway, but I can’t spot Jeff’s car”, I lied quickly, in the meantime Monty got back inside.
“He went for another beer run”.
“Okay, I gotta go”, I smiled at her and went to the house.
I saw de la Cruz shouting something to Justin as he was walking upstairs and then got into bathroom.
I got you, you little fucker, I thought, went upstairs and stood next to door as if I was waiting in the line.
“Are you waiting to get to the bathroom?”, Troy, the baseball player, patted my shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, I am”, I had to get rid of him, “Umm, you know… I feel a little bit sick, so it may take a moment…”
“Are you gonna throw up?”
“Maybe… As I said, it may take a moment. But you can use bathroom downstairs, it’ll probably be faster.”
“Good idea, you’re smart”, he pointed at me. “Take care, Y/N”
“Bye, Troy”, I chuckled watching him, when he was trying not to kill himself on the stairs.
And I heard door getting unlocked. Montgomery opened them and then I pushed him back inside and locked the doors again.
“We are finishing it now”, I said, grabbed his neck and kissed him.

anonymous asked:

Im always so curious how artists make the skin look so alive (i guess) on the drawings and how to achieve that look?? I truly fancy that look and ughhh i just love great art in general.. :(( but yeah i just? Kind of want to know the secret to it lmao

i don’t think there’s like.. a secret to it hhah but uhm well.. for me the most important thing to make the skin look “alive” is 1. a diverse colour palette (yellows, reds, blues etc) and 2. thats just a personal preference.. but i never perfectly blend the brush streaks on the skin parts.. you get what i mean? i make it look a little rougher because if it’s perfectly blended it looks too “doll like”
here’s some example close ups vv

Her - Harry Styles Imagine

A/N: I have a Harry Gang kink so I felt like writing this lololol. Hope you enjoy. Feedback is welcome 😄

Harry Styles is the leader of the most dangerous and notorious gang whom currently reside in London, England. The police even are terrified to arrest them or anything, knowing they’d retaliate in the most horrible way possible. Let’s just say you wouldn’t want to be on the wrong side of anyone in that gang, especially Harry. Unless you have a death wish of course.


“Tell me again why you decided to steal from us Stephen?” Harry asked, twirling the knife in his hand around.

This man, Stephen Young killed a delivery guy and stole a truck that was moving $20,000 worth of drugs to the gang’s warehouse. This man had to pay, whether he returned the drugs or not, the deed was still done.

“I needed the money s-sir. You see my f-family-” Stephen started. “Oh please save the sob story you’ve been rehearsing, why did you steal from us? I won’t ask again.” Harry asked once again, growing more impatient by the second. “My boss has a grudge against you all, I just do as I’m told.” Stephen said shrugging his shoulders. (well as much as he could anyway - he was tied to a chair)

“Alright, well a lot of people have a grudge against us sweetheart, you’re gonna have to be more specific.” Harry’s fingers touched the blade of the knife, sliding down on it lightly enough that it didn’t cut him. “You think a fucking knife is gonna to scare me into telling who my boss is? I’m not saying another fucking word.” Stephen spat. “That’s too bad, oh well. We’ll find out another way, anyone?” Harry gestured towards all of the people standing in the room. Zayn nodded at him and walked on over taking Harry’s place. Harry handed the knife to him and stepped to the side. Stephen gulped and started trying to break free from the rope tying his hands and feet together. He however was unsuccessful. Zayn started walking towards him and Stephen clearly became petrified in that moment.

“We are going to have a lot of fun.”


A blood curling scream could be heard through the walls of the club. Of course it wasn’t a rare occurrence, people knew who ran the club. It was the best club in London despite it. Everyone loved it, they had the best alcohol, best drugs, best everything. It was so good in fact that no one questioned what happened on the other side of those walls. You had nothing to worry about, unless you were on the other side.

All eyes rested on the five men who walked out of a “No Entry” door, located at the far back of the club, including yours. You had never seen them all in real life, only on the news. “They are way more attractive in real life”, you thought. You couldn’t help but stare at Harry. He was handsome, tall, had incredibly beautiful green eyes plus other enticing features.

You had realised you were staring too long until you saw a man beside tap him on the shoulder and point at you. Harry’s eyes met yours and he smirked. You quickly looked away, your heart beating rapidly not only from nerves because he’s gorgeous but because you’re also terrified. You know his reputation, what he’s done. That scared the living daylights out of you. Especially after that scream you heard before. Your best friend Sarah convinced you to come here tonight despite your best efforts to say no. She had just gotten dumped so she guilt tripped you into saying yes.

In a swift movement you made your way towards the bar to grab a drink, that didn’t just happen. It. Did. Not. Just. Happen.

“Okay what the hell just happened?” Sarah asked, sitting beside you. You ordered a drink for you and her and slightly turned your head to look at her. “I was staring at Harry and h-he made eye contact he smiled at me and…” you said, turning your head to the man giving you and Sarah your drinks. You thanked him and gave him the money for them. He smiled and walked off, serving another customer. “Well you naughty girl, I didn’t think you had a thing for the bad boys.” Sarah laughed, pushing your shoulder in a friendly way.

“I’m serious. What if he is over there now plotting my death?” You glared at her. Sarah’s smile disappeared. “He won’t hurt you unless you’ve earned it, the smile was probably harmless. Or he might think you’re cute.”

“You’re probably right.” You said and shrugged it off. Deep down, you were still worried however.

Sarah and yourself talked for the next 20 minutes until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around facing a man and according to what he was wearing, he worked here. Your eyebrows pushed together, “uh yes?”

“Mr Harry Styles has requested to see you.”

A/N: I don’t know if I should make a part 2 or not???¿¿¿
Update: Sherlolly: A Male Newbie’s Perspective.

So…the long awaited Sherlolly: A Male Newbie’s Perspective, is on it’s way. Promise!! I had no idea my son and his friend’s comments would be received with so much interest. Live and learn, right? Truth be told, their response to His Last Vow wasn’t nearly as interesting as their previous thoughts. In my humble opinion. They watched with rapt attention, and offered - quite vocally - their thoughts on the overall episode, which was far more serious than TEH and TSoT. I’ll finish it up over the weekend.

In the meantime, for those who asked, and because it’s still fresh in my mind – here’s a few conversations that took place amongst my daughter and sister, after The Final Problem. Parts of the conversations are slightly paraphrased, although I did have a chat record with @swjmart about those conversations immediately afterward, while they were fresh in my memory.

I feel a bit silly posting this, but given all the crap Sherlollians have put up with over the years, I wanna add to this ship and see it turn into an Arc. Just sayin’.

I’ll start with my sister, who is the quintessential casual viewer. She didn’t start watching Sherlock until this past autumn, when she binged on Netflix. Lucky girl – she did not put herself through an agonizing three year hiatus. Whether she realizes it or not – she digs Sherlolly! Yay!

It all started with a late morning phone call….

Sister (which will be referred to by ’S’): So, did you watch Sherlock?

Me: Surely you jest.

S: Just thought I’d ask. Did you like it?

Me: Of course. You?

S – Oh gosh yes! T (her hubby), sat on the edge of his seat the whole time, even covered his face in a few places.

Me: God, he’s such a pussy.

S: What?

Me: Never-mind. So, what’d ya think.

S: It was excellent – I loved the whole season, but wish there was more than three episodes.

Me: Welcome to fandom.

S: Pardon?

Me: Nothing. Continue.

S: Can you even imagine having a sister that brilliant and insane? That was so heartbreaking. Really, T almost cried.

Me:  I know, completely mind-blowing, although there were clues in previous episodes that some shit went down. (silently begging her to get to the good part about Molly and Sherlock saying I love you, but not wanting to be overly obvious.)

S: I wish you’d stop swearing. (sister does not swear ~le sigh~)

Me: Do you know that recent studies showed people who swear —

S: Whatever, P. Those clues never indicated a child was murdered.

Me: I know, but even though it was ‘technically’ murder, I don’t think that was the intention of five year old Eurus. She wanted her brother to play.

Me: Hmmm. Weren’t you even a bit disappointed that nothing was said or shown about Victor Trevor’s family, or any investigation? (I’m not being serious, of course, just baiting for opinion)

S: No, it’s not that kind of show. It’s not CSI Sherlock.

(now I get to go in for what I really want to know!)

Me: But there were so many things left unresolved!

S: Like what?

Me: What do you mean 'like what?’ I thought you said you watched.

S: T and I thought the season finale was great – there was nothing left unresolved. I don’t know if they’re going to make another season, because all the actors are so in demand, but if not – I don’t know how it could have ended more perfectly. The only thing I’m really sad about is Mary dying. She was such an interesting character and I liked her a lot.

Me: You didn’t get put off that she shot Sherlock? At one point I found it very hard to believe how easily she was forgiven.

S: Of course shooting the protagonist was dramatic, but he didn’t mind, why should you?

Me: What?

S: You do know these are fictional characters, right?

Me: Don’t be ridiculous.

S: These characters are very dark and most of the time suicidal. Sherlock was on drugs probably all of season three and most of season 4, so of course he didn’t have a problem forgiving Mary. He probably admired her for it. They’re fun to watch, but you can’t think of them as normal – they’re not. Except for Molly. She is the only relatable character. I think she’s T’s favorite part of the show. It’s just too bad they didn’t give her more.

Me: Agree. But…but what about the Molly / Sherlock phone call dealio? I mean, what happened there? The only thing we got after that was a 2 second montage of Molly walking into Baker St.

S: So?

Me: So?! What happened? One minute she’s crying, Sherlock’s smashing a coffin and then she’s all smiles. WTF?

S: They’re not going to show that. I thought you preferred British television over American? British television is always more subtle.

Me: I know, but still – they could have given something more than a stupid montage.

S: They got married. That wasn’t hard to figure out.

Me: What? LOL!

S: Molly has always loved him, anyone who watched the show could see that. Sherlock is probably the most emotionally constipated fictional character ever written - Spock doesn’t count because he’s Vulcan - and he finally realized he loves her too. Probably always has. They’ve been building this up from the beginning. Didn’t you ever pay attention to all the stuff he pulled? Sabotaging her date before he knew that guy was his enemy? He told her to give up on relationships. It’s not like he was joking, although it was funny. He’s literal about that stuff. He didn’t want her to date because he couldn’t cope, it was about him, not her. T really loved that part – wished he would have thought about it when he was trying to date me. Then there’s Sherlock’s temper tantrums, and getting her to do things he could do himself. It’s typical stuff men do when they’re jealous or stupid. They think they’re being smart, like no one can see through all their crap.

Me: Looking at it that way, he probably broke up her engagement, too.

S: Oh, you know he did. T called it right away. What episode was that, where he told her how important she was and basically had eye sex with her. If it had been any other woman they probably would have burst out laughing. What a guy move.

Me: Ummm, the one where he came back, that one? And, btw, I wouldn’t have laughed if Benedict Cumberbatch was staring into my eyes.

(okay, this is literally the most surreal convo I’ve ever had with my sister. I had. no. idea. she even thought about stuff like this.)

S: Well, he’s not Benedict Cumberbatch, he’s Sherlock, lol! Not real life, remember? And, yes, that’s the episode. After that scene T said, 'her engagement just ended.’ Thought it was a smooth move. I’m telling you, this is typical guy stuff.

Me: He probably caused her to doubt herself.

S: It doesn’t matter, it wouldn’t have lasted anyway. It was over when Sherlock came back.

Me: So, why do you think they got married?

S: How old is Sherlock and these guys? Mid to late 30’s? What do you think he’s going to do? Start dating? He’s not going to do that. He can barely cope with what he does feel and Molly is patient and independent enough to be his partner and she’s not needy. Which is good because he is.

Me: So you didn’t see her as weak with unrequited love?

S: Where would you get that idea? Who cares if she’s loved him the whole time. It’s not like she sat around waiting for him to do something about it. She has life and must have felt he cared too, otherwise she wouldn’t have stuck around. She’s not one of our girlfriends who has no self-will or independent thought, and lives in a constant state of angst because her boyfriend or husband is horrible and we have to constantly tell her to leave. It’s not real life. Besides, Molly is sane and helps him connect to people and the world, like John does. Speaking of which, wasn’t it the episode before this one where John gave Sherlock that big speech about how a relationship would make him complete?

Me: Yep, he did. But, he was talking about Irene Adler.

S: Oh, she doesn’t matter.

Me: No?

S: He doesn’t love her. She’s every guy’s fantasy, it’s not real. T still believes Drew Barrymore will adore him if they ever met. Keep dreaming, big guy. Anyway, the writer’s set up some big dramatic relationship thing with John’s speech. So, you knew something was going to happen between Sherlock and Molly.

Me: It’s called foreshadowing.

S: Sherlock is completely ignorant about how to do relationships and love. He trusts Molly with his feelings and heart – she kept his secret for two years about being dead - and now that he knows how much he loves her, why would he let her go? He wouldn’t do that. The only way to keep her around is to marry her. At least that’s what I think. Or, maybe they live together forever…although if I were Molly he’d have to come to my place because it’s so much nicer and she can make him leave when he’s annoying or too clingy. Besides, his place is too dangerous and it’s more like an office than a home.

Me: I just read an interview this morning from Steven Moffat, the show’s creator and writer, who said that Molly was wounded by what happened, but Sherlock was devastated. He went on to say Sherlock apologized, Molly called him a 'bastard’ and they got over it. Then he added that Molly probably had a drink and shagged someone. What the hell, right?

S: That doesn’t sound like the character I saw, but then you probably shouldn’t take stuff like this so literally. I’m sure Sherlock apologized and you could see he was devastated. She almost died – I mean, I was holding my breath and wondering if they were going to kill her. Honestly, that was the most heart-pounding part of the whole episode. Of course he was devastated, but Molly was really hurt. She thought he was making fun of her and they both thought that whatever they did have together was over at the end of that scene. Maybe what the writer is saying is that they had sex together? That would make more sense after something this horrific. Wouldn’t you? I know it’s not real life, but if you were Sherlock and realized you loved someone and that person almost died, those emotions are powerful, overwhelming and mess with your mind. They probably had sex first and then he told her what happened. You know, like couples have sex after they argue.

Me: I didn’t realize you were such a romantic.

S: The whole show is a romance, with some mysteries thrown in. It’s not Hollywood, it’s very subtle. I thought you minored in English composition and literature? You should know this stuff.

Me: I do, but just thought I’d get your take. Hey, let me ask you one more thing…there’s this idea that John moved back into Baker St.

S: Why would he do that?

Me: Probably because he did that in the books, only it was very different because they (S / J) were much older and Mary had already been dead for a long time. Of course John didn’t have a kid in the books, at least not that anyone knew of. Although, I think there’s some pastiches that suggest, or give him, a child.

S: I can’t think why that character would do something so dumb and irresponsible. He’s smarter than that. Baker St isn’t safe for a baby and why would he or Sherlock want a baby around all the time?  It’s Sherlock’s office with a bedroom. His kitchen is contaminated and he keeps body parts around. They meet clients and really dangerous people come there. Plus, John has his own house. If he did anything, maybe he should experience what single mother’s go through and have to take care of his child after working all day and saying 'no’ to things because he has to put his child first. I understand people helping out right after Mary died. Mom had all kinds of help after our dad died, remember? But, this isn’t RL and he and Sherlock have their 'the game is on’ thing, so the baby is going to be sent to be with others.

*** Pretty much the end of of our convo, unless someone wants to hear about how we planned an outing at Sephora and met for lunch…. Probably not, right?

Phone call from daughter, who is known as 'K’ – another casual viewer.

K: So, did you watch?

Me: Of course. Watching it again, to be honest. What did you think? Just give me the Molly / Sherlock low down.

K: Wow, he really lost his shit, didn’t he?

Me: Yup.

K: I honestly thought they were going to kill Molly.

Me: I was a bit worried too. So, what do you think ended up happening between them? We were only given a few seconds.

K: They got married or living together.

Me: Have you been talking with your aunt?

K: No, why?

Me: Because she said the same thing.

K: It’s the only thing that makes sense.

Me: Why do people keep saying that?

K: What else is Sherlock gonna to do? He could barely do stuff without her before he knew he loved her, and now that he knows, it’s not like he’d let her disappear.

Me: Wow, I guess something’s just aren’t that obvious to me. (just kidding, of course)

K: Yeah, well, you don’t watch much television, so maybe you don’t notice stuff.

Me: You don’t think they’d date for a while, that sort of thing?

K: Why? Like Mike (her boyfriend) said – Sherlock just got played by two women.

Me: I don’t understand.

K: The evil sister set up the test for Sherlock to get Molly to say I Love You, right?

Me: Yeah.

K: But, that’s not what it was about. Molly wouldn’t say it until he said it first, because she thought he was playing a game and making fun of her. But, his sister had been watching Molly and maybe watching Sherlock too and knew Molly loved him but would never say 'I love you’ unless Sherlock said it first. But, Sherlock is thinking he just has to get Molly to say it, when the real game was about getting him to say it. But, he’s not going to say it, he won’t even consider it, because he’s an emotional dwarf. So, the only way to get him to say it was knowing Molly wouldn’t, thereby applying the appropriate pressure needed for him to grow the fuck up and get some balls. Well, that’s what Mike said, but I agree. Molly didn’t know she was being played, but his theory still works.

Me: So, his sister played Dolly Levi.

K: No, she’s just bat-shit, fucking crazy and didn’t care. She wanted the thrill of the ride. She doesn’t understand emotional attachment

Me: But, why married?

K: Maybe not married, but they’re definitely living together in a committed relationship for life. Sherlock isn’t capable of anything less. I mean, he could be, he is smart, but I doubt it. God, mom, he railroads her all the time. He would literally implode if she went off and found someone else. I mean, think about the few genius people you know. They have no idea how to do shit and need normal people to help them.

Me: I don’t think he’s that bad off.

K: Maybe not, but he was shooting up all last season because he couldn’t cope with the changes with his friends. John got married, Molly was engaged. He was able to be part of John’s life, but not Molly’s. And he spent most of this season high as a kite. He almost overdosed on the jet when they shipped him off for killing that guy.

Me: Part of that was because Mary asked him to save John.

K: Yeah, but not the jet part. He doesn’t cope with loss and there were other ways to help John. He was dying, mom – headed toward renal failure. Maybe now that he has those memories about his sister, he’ll be able to do better and won’t have the need to self-anesthesize. Plus, he finally understands he loves Molly, like really loves her and being with her helps him stay grounded – she keeps him centered. It takes a village to raise Sherlock.

Me: True dat. So the coffin part was pretty intense.

K: It was. But, he was scared, emotionally vulnerable and couldn’t manage what he was feeling. He had to vent and the coffin was handy. I also think he realized how much he’s hurt Molly. Not just the phone call, but all the other stuff he’s done. She couldn’t trust him and almost died because of it. He got to see what he caused, the consequences of his bullshit. He didn’t know that. He never connected the emotional dots about why she couldn’t say 'I love you’. So, yes, I think he married her and probably will never, ever do another thing to cause her any doubt. His life is too dangerous to put his bullshit on her, leaving her not knowing when he’s being a douche and doing his fakey mcfakerson shit, or being serious. And, why wouldn’t Molly want marriage or a committed life with him? She’s been on the ride since the beginning and it’s better for both of them to be on the same page. They’re both kinda lost without the other.

Me: Right on. So, the I love you was real?

K: Later, mom.


So, there ya have it. Two perspectives from non-fandom people. I love Sherlollians, even the ones who don’t know they’re one. : )

Anonymous said: Could I have a scenario where Todoroki corners his crush against the wall because he wants to show his true feelings ?? OMG!!! I LOVE YOUR BLOG !! ♥

Anonymous said: Holy crap that shy reader not wanting to confess to shouto is the cutest thing ever! Would it be a problem if I requested a sequel? Like, shouto confessing to her, then?? Thanks a lot ❤

life-is-a-bang said: Hi ! I absolutely love your blog u are so talented. May i ask a part 2. Of the scene where Todoroki hears a girl saying that she likes him ? ( cause this one is my favourite ❤️) Sorry for my bad english !! Please never stop writing it makes me feel happy 😊😊

To you three beautiful individuals, thank you so much–I can’t say this enough!! I took the request of Todoroki cornering his crush and combined it with 2 other requests for a part 2 of another scenario, and I hope that I have not disappointed any of you by doing so or with this scenario. ❤❤❤

Warnings: None, but this is part 2 to this scenario <3

Ideally, he would’ve preferred doing this in a less in-your-face manner, but given his other attempts to confess to you… Todoroki didn’t have much of a choice.

Ever since overhearing you and the rest of the girls outside the classroom, he’d been grasping at every opportunity he saw to confess, and every time he’d been unsuccessful. He’d go up to you, thinking somewhat optimistically maybe this time, and you’d make a bolt for the door or pull aside the nearest classmate to join you in talking to him, so he couldn’t confess to you—unless he wanted someone watching, and he really didn’t.

And if, by luck, he found himself alone with you, it wasn’t long before you excused yourself, and it’d be another unsuccessful opportunity to add to the pile he already had. Of course, he had the next one to try again, but the outcome wouldn’t be any different. And although he didn’t get angered easily, patience wasn’t his strong suit, and his patience for this had run out very quickly.

So quickly, in fact, that when you finished your goodbyes to Uraraka just before she left the classroom, he’d skipped the formalities and jumped right into saying your name. As expected, you’d went straight for the door, but his pace was faster, and he’d intercepted you—in a way that has him cornering you in the now empty classroom, your back against the wall and your bag abandoned on the ground.

You look at him in surprise, making no move to escape, and Todoroki would’ve taken the extra seconds to wonder if this is the first time he’s ever truly seen your eyes this close, if not for his position.

“Todoroki, what are you doing?” you ask, visibly struggling to maintain eye contact, but out of nervousness rather than alarm, and even though it doesn’t show on his face, Todoroki is feeling the same—his last minute nerves aren’t doing a thing to help keep him calm.

He swallows hard. “I’m… sorry that I couldn’t find another way to do this,” he says, choosing to begin with that, and you stare at him, confused. “but I really need to say this.” He closes his eyes, knowing that he had to be calm to say what he’s been trying to say for the past several days, and when they open again, he does it.

“I like you.”

With wide eyes that tell Todoroki you’d heard him, you shake your head, putting a hand to your mouth, before you move it away.



there they goooo

I’ll Sign Them (Divorce Papers: A Liam Payne Imagine Part 2)

Hello lovlies! Here’s Part 2 of my Divorce Series!

You can find part one HERE

I’m sorry that it’s also quite short because I’ll do it by chapters - first part was the papers, second is the signing… wait and see what the third part will be about!

For now, enjoy!

FEEDBACKS are appreciated! 



“You don’t think I know about the divorce papers by your drawers?” I finally said.

He had divorce papers inside his drawers.


Days pass since I confronted Liam about the papers.

It has also been days since Liam came home. I had no idea where he was staying. Good thing Niall called me up a few days ago telling me that Liam had been staying with him. He also asked me how I was holding up since Liam told him what happened. It’s great to know that Niall gave Liam a hard time as soon as he told him about the divorce.

“He doesn’t know what he’ll be losing.” Niall said.

I can’t even be inside our old bedroom knowing that those papers were still in his drawer, untouched. I’ve been sleeping beside Edward for the past few days. William even once asked me why I was sleeping with his baby brother. I had to make an excuse saying that our AC was broken and I had to buy a new one.

What happens now? I don’t know.

“Mum?” I heard Jhenica call me. Drifting off was another thing that I’ve been doing more often. I shook my head and looked towards her direction, surprised to see William with her, looking at me with sadness in their eyes. I just smiled at them and encouraged them to come near me and gave them both a hug.

“Mum, we’re not that young to understand. We know what’s happening.” Jhenica started. “I heard your conversation a few nights ago.” 

Guilt immediately rushed through me. Children of divorce usually end up either depressed or high on drugs or they start drinking. 

I know I’m overreacting, but a mother can’t just chill out knowing her children are hurting. I can’t believe that Liam was making them experience this.

The kids did not deserve this kind of life. They deserve a life full of joy and happiness.

“Mum, are you and dad going to live in separate houses?” William asked. I was about to answer his heartbreaking question when I heard a voice call our attentions.

“Kids, can you guys leave your mum and I to talk for a sec?” Liam asked. Both kids nodded and left us alone to talk. Sadness was evident on both of their eyes. I couldn’t even look Liam in the eyes, or else I’ll break. As soon as we were left alone, Liam started talking.

“Y/N, I’m really sorry for walking out on you that night. I just didn’t want to deal with it at the time being. But I’m ready now.”

He’s ready.

He’s ready to let go of years of happiness and love. He’s ready to say goodbye to years of happy and sad memories. 

He’s ready to leave me. 

“I’ll sign them.” I said without any hesitation.

“What?” Liam asked, obviously taken aback.

“I said I’ll sign them. What’s the point of arguing if you already made up your mind?” I said, now having the courage to look him in the eye.

“Y/N, I’m very sorry but we both know that this is what’s best for us… for the kids at least.”

“For the kids? Really Liam? For the kids? Haven’t you heard of Harry’s stories or even Louis’s stories of growing up with divorced parents?” I started, “No? Then let me do a recap for you, it was hell! It was hard not having both parents beside them every single day!” I shouted, clearly angry.

“Let’s be civil about this please. The kids are just in their rooms upstairs.” Liam said through gritted teeth. I didn’t have the strength nor the wit to answer so all I did was stood up, got the papers and a pen from the bedroom and came back.

“Here.” I said as I opened it to where I saw the label that said ‘sign here’ and signed it right in front of him. I can see Liam’s eyes widen as he watches the ink being put to paper.

“I’m really sorry.” was all Liam said.

“Just tell me one thing. Why?” I asked. Tears are now starting to pool in my eyes.

“I just feel like we fell out of love. You know?” He asked. I just nodded and stood up from my seat.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I said. “You may have fallen out of love with me, but just know that I still fall in love with you every single day.” Liam was completely shocked by what I said.

“When I see you with the kids, it warms my heart. I feel thankful for having you as the father of my children. I always thank God for making me the luckiest woman in the world to be able to spend the rest of her life with the Liam Payne. Guess I spoke too soon.” I continued, wiping those stray tears that were streaming freely down my face.

I was full on crying in front of who I thought would love me ‘til death do us part’.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Liam repeated, reaching out to hold my hand. I was too upset to let him go near me, so I avoided his sweet gesture, the gesture that sued to send butterflies down my stomach. 

“I don’t know what came into you that made you think divorce was the only answer. Just know that you’ll always hold a special place in my life, Liam. You made me believe that you’ll love me until we’re old and gray, so I can’t forgive you right now.” I said.

“I understand.” He said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. I didn’t even realize that he was crying. 

“You are the mother of my children, of course you’ll also hold a special place in my heart.” He said, standing up as well and walking towards the door.

“Liam?” I called him out before he took the final steps out of the door and out of my life.

“Yeah?” He asked, looking back to look at me.

“Also know that you did this. You did this to me and to our relationship. You also did this to yourself.” I wiped the last few tears that fell out. 

“I’ll tell you this right now. If one day, for some apparent reason, you realize your mistake and regret the decisions that you’ve made, it’s all on you.” I ended and went up to our, well my, bedroom and cried.

I’ve already had my heart broken. What’s next?


I think my Streptocarpus even know that spring is fast approaching. They have been so cheery, providing me endless pleasure as they bloom!

For those of you who don’t know, Streptocarpus are in the Gesneriaceae family (think African Violets and Sinningia). They prefer to dry out thoroughly between waterings and require a light soil. I personally use a ratio of 2 parts peat moss, 1 part perlite, and 1 part vermiculite. By far the easiest way to kill a Streptocarpus is by overwatering. Make sure to let the plants dry out completely before watering again, right before the point of wilting. Also, never use a pot that is too large for your plant. Streptocarpus prefer to be under-potted and will bloom more profusely when slightly root bound.

Empty Promises: Jack & Jack Imagine.

Synopsis: You break up with Jack Johnson and when it finally sinks in that he is never coming back Gilinsky turns up to offer you some comfort…but is it the right kind or the right time? 

“I’m sorry, I can’t do this anymore,” his dark eyelashes blink over his deep blue eyes. He was trying to blink away any sign of weakness or hurt, anything that made him look human. Your breath catches in your throat, and you swallow hard. The familiar lump you had felt the past few weeks was more prominent than ever. 

“Don’t cry,” You coax yourself in your mind before speaking, “don’t be sorry, I understand.” You nod, smiling through your sadness. Inside it felt like your whole body was trying to suffocate itself, you were shaking all the way to perfectly manicured nails. 

Jack Johnson, your boyfriend of two years nods, “thank you,” and with one last kiss to the forehead he disappeared. Just like that. Two years of wasted time, two years of wasted dreams.

You couldn’t resent Jack, it was just as much your fault that he fell out of love with you. 

That evening, you sigh, dropping onto your IKEA bed, the same one that came in a flat pack and caused a ten hour argument between you and Jack about how to put it together. There was still a chip on the headboard from you dropping it down the stairs of your house. You remember hating him for hours, but forgiving him instantly when he made you your favourite hot drink and gave you a forehead kiss. 

A small smile appears on your parched lips and the tears don’t hurt so much. The fights were so irrelevant back then. Your finger runs over the chip on your headboard and a sigh escapes your lips as the realisation that he is never coming back kicks in. 

“You okay?” A person appears at the doorway of your bedroom, dressed in grey sweatpants and a black v-neck, smelling freshly of clean laundry, Bulgari cologne, and spearmint toothpaste. Jack Gilinsky. 

You nod pressing the off button on your phone, “yeah, I just think my head has been in the wrong place for quite awhile and my relationships have suffered too much.” You sigh, “what are you doing here?” 

“I live here.” He reminds you with a chuckle, shutting the door behind him afore crawling onto your bed beside you, “roommates remember? I hear you and J bang every night.” 

“Well,” you sigh, “you won’t have to worry about that anymore.” 

Jack’s face softens, his arm extends and he swipes away your tears with his thumb, “I’m sorry.” He cups your cheek and you lean into it, his palm was so soft. His thumb brushes your bottom lip and your lips part pressing a kiss to it. He traces your lips, staring into your gaze, “for what it’s worth, I know your heart was in the right place,” he attempts to make you feel better. 

You laugh, more tears escaping your eyes, “Maybe I should have dated you instead, you seem to understand me,” you jokingly state, but Jack’s face turns serious and a blush of pink, his hand drops and he pushes himself away from you, “sorry I know that was a bad jo-” 

“No, no,” he cuts you off, “I just uh-it’s a bit surreal to hear you say that right about now.” 

“What?” You emphasise, “you wanted to…?” You trail off. 

“Kind of.” Jack shrugs, your breath catches in your throat for the second time today and soon, you don’t feel so alone anymore. You lean forward, one hand pushing his hair back as you place your face closer to his. 

“I can’t promise you anything,” you begin, his hands place on your hips and he draws your body closer to his. 

“I’m all for empty promises,” he begins afore placing his plump lips upon yours, your lips immediately part and you tilt your head to the right sinking into the thoughtless encounter that made you feel so loved even while you were sober. 

You were interrupted by a text. 

“I think I made a mistake - J” 

LET ME KNOW IF YOU’D LIKE A PART 2! I’d love to start writing back on this blog now that I have more time! Please send me in requests! 

anonymous asked:

RFA + minor trio please~ I don't admit this very often, but I'm a pretty casual cusser, so their reactions the first time they hear MC curse? Thank you~!

omg i love that you’re using “the minor trio” it just struck me at like 2 am and i thought it was adorable way to refer to the “desperately needs a route” club

okay okay I love this request here we go this got a bit goofier than i intended but w/e


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  • but
  • princesses don’t swear!!!!
  • (well THIS PRINCESS DOES BUDDY [or prince or royal or whatever term of endearment u prefer])
  • You will wear your crown of profanity and rule over your trash kingdom in peace okay
  • Honestly Zen thinks it’s pretty sexy
  • Like every part of you is cute!!!
  • But when you swear it’s like
  • He’s imagining you as a biker chick or something. SO TOUGH. SO COOL.
  • Sometimes he tickles you and you swear at him and he’s just so delighted
  • he can never take it seriously though
  • unless you’re really mad at him
  • then he takes it really seriously.
  • He swears with you sometimes when you’re watching exciting things on TV. (like sports. and emotional dramas. and high-tension cooking shows.)


  • this precious little chick could never swear when his mom was around
  • never
  • n e v e r
  • it is now this super guilty forbidden pleasure so when he hears you just casually go “Ugh, fuck this shit” he’s like
  • ????
  • ?????!?
  • ?????!?!?!?!????!?!?!?!?!?!!!!!!
  • why aren’t you whispering omg someone could hear you!!!!
  • You just look at him and you’re like
  • What?
  • dude we’re alone in the apartment
  • Okay so you have to teach this boy how to swear
  • he’s a denizen of the internet how has he not learned this shit by now
  • He says ‘crumbs’ instead of ‘crap’ and ‘darn’ instead of ‘damn’
  • Like holy heckeronni Yoosung UR SO CUTE
  • (one time he gets really drunk and says you have a “damn fine ass” and you’re LIKE OH MY GOD YOOSUNG WHERE DID THAT COME FROM)
  • (he’s quoting something he saw on TV lmao)

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❝My mind forgets to remind me that you’re a bad idea.❞ // Sebastian Smythe


Originally posted by mrseclipse555

She watches in horror as the slushie comes into contact with Blaine’s face with her mouth wide open. Blaine falls to the ground, clutching his face and letting out screams like there was no tomorrow. The heads from New Directions turned to (y/n) in horror.

She smacked Puck’s shoulder in horror, chasing after the Warblers that were already fleeing the scene. “Get him to the hospital.” She heard screams behind her. They were either about her being a traitor or about being right about Sebastian all along.

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Paperworks (Divorce Papers: A Liam Payne Imagine Part 3)

Hello lovlies! Sorry for the delay. I was sick for the past few days so I couldn’t think straight. 

This is part 3 of my divorce series. 

Part 1
Part 2



I can’t even tell what date it was.

Everyday, I’d get up and make breakfast for the kids, dress them, and bring them to school. I’d come home to do work-related stuff and daily chores. I asked for permission from my boss if it were possible to work from home. Luckily, we just finished a huge project so working from home was possible. By 3pm, I’d get ready and pick the kids up from school. Getting home, I’d help them do homework and start on dinner after. I’d feed them, bathe them, and put them to sleep. I’d wash the dishes, prepare to sleep and sleep. The cycle repeats throughout Monday to Friday.

But not today. Today, I knew it what date it was.

Today was the day I’d meet up with Liam and our lawyers to finalize the paperworks for the divorce.

I dread today.


I sat beside my lawyer, with both Liam and his lawyer across me. This has been the first time that I’ve seen him since I signed the draft of the divorce in front of him.

To say that he looked terrible was an understatement. His hair was all over the place, which was unlike him at all. He had dark bags under his bloodshot eyes, and he didn’t even take the time to dress decently for today’s meeting. He just wasn’t himself.

I’d admit that it made me sad to see him like this. There’s a part of me that wants to just forget everything and hug him until he feels better. On the other hand, there’s that part of me that was happy to see him suffer like this. It made me feel relieved that it wasn’t just me who was affected by the actions he had done.

But whatever happens, he did this to himself.

“Good day Ms. Y/L/N, I’m Andrew Lim, Mr. Liam Payne’s divorce attorney. Thank you for allowing us to meet you today. I’ve already talked to Ms. Danna, your lawyer, regarding the conditions. And we assure you, as soon as you  and Mr. Payne agree to the conditions and sign these papers today, it’ll be all over sooner.” He said.

I don’t like him. I thought. It may be the fact that he was the one taking care of ending my marriage or was it just his cheery tone during this dreadful day.

Maybe a bit of both. I thought again.

“To start things off, Ms. Y/L/N, Mr. Payne is willing to name the house and lot completely to you. You can continue living there with the children while Mr. Payne will be the one who moves out.” He started. I knew that if I opened my mouth to talk that my voice would break, so all that I could do was nod.

“Mr. Payne will also provide financial care for you and your children. And he’d also like it if he’d be able to see the kid whenever he wanted and if it were possible to have them during Thursdays, Fridays, and Saturdays.” He continued.

“Of course, they’re his kids as well.” I said without even looking up. He said a few more conditions then ended it by closing the stack of papers.

“If everything is ok for both parties, we can get to the signing and it’ll all be over in no time.” Andrew said. Once again, all I did was nod my head.

Andrew first handed me the stack of papers. My lawyer pointed out which parts I should sign. Halfway through the stack, I got the courage to look up. I may be mistaken, but I could see regret and fear written all over his face. I thought nothing of it and continued signing the papers.

As I was nearing the end of the stack, a hand stopped mine halfway my signature. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.

“Stop.” was all he said.

“Let go, Liam.” I said, not having the courage to look up once more.

“I can’t. Stop this. Void the papers, we won’t need it anymore.” Liam said, directing his words to both our lawyers.

“If you’re both unsure of this, we could do this some other time. Just give us a call.” My lawyer said.

“No.” I said, standing up. Shock was now written on his face.

“File the divorce. We’ll be going through with it.” I said as I sat back down and signed the last page where my signature was needed.

“Y/N, please. I’m sorry. Don’t do this. We can go home and pretend this never happened.” He said, taking my hands for him to hold on.

“It’s already happening Liam. I never wanted this and yet you insisted that we ‘needed’ this.” I said, tears now starting to pool on my eyes. As I was about to continue, he dropped on both of his knees and started talking.

“I can’t live without you. I can’t. I can’t. I’m sorry for what I did.” He said, placing his forehead on my stomach. “I want to continue living in a home with my family. You, the kids… you are my family. I can’t live knowing that I let go of the love of my life just because of a stupid abrupt decision.”

“I said this before and I’ll say it again. You wanted this, I didn’t. But you insisted that it was the right thing to do. I just accepted it because you already made up your kind. And now, I’ve made up mine.”

“Let me change it, please. I changed mine and I’ll do everything to regain your trust to be able to change yours too. Please.” He said. 

“I’ve signed the papers. I’ll leave you to sign them.” I stood up and went for the door. Before I could escape the scene that unfold, Liam spoke up.

“I’ll fight for you. Remember that.” was the last thing he said before I left the room, crying.

anonymous asked:

i love your blog it's freaking amazing i spent all night looking at all your post when i should be studying lol XD but anyways can i request bts reaction to the boys finding out their s/o is going into labor i really liked your last reaction with them finding out about the pregnancy so could be like a pt.2 or something?

BTS Reaction To Their S/O Giving Birth Part 2

Part 1

A/N: I’m just going to pick with gender it is, based on what I think their first child would be and what gender they probably prefer(note not saying the other gender is any less of a preference since they would love their baby endlessly regardless of gender)


When he had found out you were going into labor he would stop everything he was doing to go see you. At first he was a little bit nervous to see you, but pushing it aside he’d go in and he was glad that he did, because the moment he had saw you and his child in your arms he cried tears of joy he was so happy. “You did amazing jagiya, I’m so happy/proud of you” he’d just want to stay in that moment enjoying  this beautiful life the two of you had made together.


He still wasn’t prepared even though it had been months living with your pregnant self he still held mixed emotions, but these were a little different from the mix emotions he had first got when you told him you were pregnant. Even though he still didn’t feel like he was ready, he stood by your side the whole time through the labor. “You’re so amazing jagiya, I can’t- I’m so happy” he’d be at a  lost for words, the moment he saw his child, tears would just be coming down even if he tried to mask it.

Rap Monster:

He was busy with work at the time when he had received a call saying you were about to go into labor, like jin he had stopped everything he was doing and went to see you because work wasn’t nearly as important as you and his child he was about to see soon. He’d be very helpful during your delivery, letting you squeeze his hand as hard as you wanted “you’re doing great jagiya, just a little more” upon hearing the first cry of you guys child it’d truly hit him that he was a father and he couldn’t be happier.


He was waiting for this moment, he had prepared and read almost every single parenthood book there was. Even though he was scared about the labor process, he buckled up and held your hand tight, he wanted to be brave for you in hopes that’d ease your nervousness and to assure you that he was here and he wasn’t going anywhere. He would be so excited to see you guys baby and when he did he would fanboy about how tiny she was “her hands are so little” he’d laugh.


Though he was ready, to be a dad, and much like jhope had read a lot into parenting books, he did feel a little anxious, because this would be his first time ever experiencing something like this. Nonetheless though he’d be confident and that was important because it wouldn’t help if he was nervous, for then you would be even more nervous. “Just one more jagiya, you can do it”. When he was able to see his little boy, he would tear up and laugh a little since he was so small “he’s so little, his hand is even smaller than mine, hehe that’s so cute”


He was ready and waiting, he really wanted to see what his child would look like. Would they have your eyes and his nose? Or perhaps his eyes and your cute smile. Though he was excited he made sure to turn down a few levels, since you must have been nervous, he wanted to support you and make you feel at ease. When they had bought out the baby, he’d smile so big and give you so many kisses “you were beyond amazing jagiya, the proof is our child, aww look at her she’s so cute”

He was nervous when he had heard that you were going into labor, and though he was nervous he decide to stay in the room with you and try to be strong/brave, rather than stay outside and have you feel even more nervous that he wasn’t  there with you. “That was stunning jagiya, you truly are amazing”. He’s nerves had died down, but only a little because when you had asked him if he’d like to hold the baby, he looked shook “oh, no you should hold him jagi, I don’t wanna break him or anything” even with parenting books he was still unsure. It would take some getting used to.