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Wednesday

Paring: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Tags: female reader, punk!Bucky Barnes, rlly I mean punk, amputee Bucky Barnes, amputation humour, dark humour, College AU, punks, alcohol, reader is a dancer, angst, cutesy, fluff, Bucky feels, POV Bucky Barnes.

SummaryEvery Wednesday, without fail, there was a girl who’d run through the conjoined classrooms in E Block. She’d always have her satchel bursting at the seams, and be wearing the same thing. Black leotard with ruched shoulders, tights. Hair falling out of a scrappy bun. Worn out military boots.

Bucky Barnes got out of the military, but not after his arm decided to leave him first. Now, in university, he’s trying to make something of himself, but that’s all fine and well but he can’t help but notice the girl who’d interrupt his advanced physics class…

Notes: Inspired by one of my favourite tumblr artists’ rendition of Punk Bucky. Shout out to @illustratedkate for being so darn talented!

Word Count: 3,035

Posting Date:  2017-05-29

Current Date: 2017-06-15


Originally posted by vibraniumdoll


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anonymous asked:

what's the pettiest thing you've ever done to get back at someone?

The pettiest…. hmmmm…. Get ready this is a crazy story:

Okay so one time I had this long term boyfriend and we went through a really bad break up. Two weeks after we broke up this nigga had A WHOLE NEW GIRLFRIEND. TWOOOO WEEKS! He had all of our pictures deleted and had new pictures of him and her posted up!!! ALREADY!!!! I was like wtf?! In order to get into a relationship, there has to be some type of relation building up prior to that. And we never took any breaks in between our relationship so I knew some shit was up. So I do my little investigating thing on his social media (this is back when I used Instagram and Twitter really heavily) and looked for her tag name, but her page was private. There was another girl who commented on their pictures with heart eyes and shit. So I clicked on her page and it turned out to be his new girlfriend’s bestfriend. So I’m lurking trying to figure out who she is and what type of girl she is and I see a whole bunch of nothing. So I had my bestfriend add his girlfriend so I could lurk to my fullest potential. This girl had pictures of MY boyfriend on HER page 27 weeks back while we were still together. The only difference was you couldn’t see his face in any of the pictures. So I’m SICK to my stomach. I’m pissed. My face is on fire, I’m sobbing, my friend like “Girl what you gone do?!”. I’m like idk I love him blah blah blah. And she gets her shit and leaves because she’s sick of my shit. So I slept on it and then realized who tf I was the next morning. I came up with a plan that was VERY far fetched and probably a bad idea to this day, but at the time it made sense. I blocked my ex so that my plan would go smoothly. I changed my username so I wouldn’t set off any red flags. I requested his new girl and she accepted me almost ASAP. And so I liked a few of her pictures (not the ones with my ex in them) to let my presence be known and she liked some of mine back. I waited a day or two and then I hit her dms and introduced myself. She took to this very well, and I’m guessing she didn’t recognize me (which is weird because my ex had pictures of me around that 27 week mark when she posted pics, but anyways). She introduced herself back and I basically started a conversation with her, flirted mildly. Like a week later we exchanged numbers and were texting. She was digging me, which was my goal. So we hung out a few times, and I didn’t bring up my ex NOT ONCE. I didn’t wanna blow my cover. So she really started feeling me and liking me and wanting to go places in public. This is where my plan started to slip from under me. This all was a secret not even my bestfriend knew about this shit. So the girl hit me one night like “I really really like you, and I feel really bad that I have a boyfriend.” I was just like “don’t worry babe it’s cool I’m not worried about him” (damn I really wasn’t shit) and she was like really relieved. So my ex (her boyfriend) randomly hit me up one day telling me he missed me. I didn’t expect him to, but I figured it would be convenient because my plan was to originally rub it in his face that I got his girl. So I’m like “I miss you too and I wanna see you”. So he comes over and we chilling. He asked me why I changed my name and why I got him blocked and i made up some lie about my heart couldn’t take having to see him or some bullshit. So he was apologizing and all telling me he had a new girlfriend and that he wasn’t in love with her like he was in love with me. I was like awww that’s so sweet but I’m seeing someone. This nigga was PISSED. He got up yelling throwing his arms around. I’m sitting there like are you serious lmao the whole time I’m texting his girlfriend some nice feedback on her nudes. Then he ask who I’m texting and gonna say “who is that your new nigga?” I was like that’s none of your concern. So he leaves all overdramatic huffing and puffing. So me and home girl go to the movies, our first public date, I was actually having fun with this girl but I could never date a woman and I started feeling guilty. I saw my bestfriend and her boyfriend at the ticket clerk desk and my stomach dropped because she looked at me crazy like wtf are you doing with her. So I rushed pass her and headed to the movie, did NOT get any snacks, did NOT pass go, did NOT collect $200. The whole time my ex’s gf looking at me crazy like why are you walking so fast. So we sit down and she talking about she wanted some nachos and a slushie and I’m getting irritated and snap on her like “why didn’t you get any when we were out there?!” And she gets all sad and stomps off to go get some. So my bestfriend text me like “BITCHHHHH EXPLAIN”. And so I told her my plan. She ran ALLLLLL the way into the movie I was in just to ask me was I serious. Since she didn’t see my ex’s gf anywhere she sat down in the seat and we were both dying laughing at my plan. So the girl comes back from getting her snacks and sees my bestfriend in her seat and she gets HEATED. She’s asking who she is and why she here and blah blah. So I told my friend I would talk to her later. The girl sits down and is dead silent for the rest of the movie. After the movie I was like I’m sorry and I was like that’s my friend. She was like “it’s okay I get jealous sometimes”. So then we went to her house and made out for a bit, I didn’t wanna have sex with her (she thought I was being respectful, but I just didn’t wanna have sex with a girl). And she got a text from my ex. She tried to hide the screen and all that but I didn’t care. She started panicking and I was like what’s wrong. She was like my boyfriend is on his way he’s 4 minutes away. My head fell off my neck. I was like what do you want me to do? Because I didn’t have a car and I wasn’t about to hide. This girl gone say “hide….?” I was like WOWWWWWWWWW. In my head this shit had just gone way too far. I’m thinking like wow I’m too pretty for this. Why am I even here how did this escalate to me hiding in my ex’s girlfriend’s closet. So I get in the closet because this nigga is knocking on the door. He came in and sat on her bed talking about he missed her and blah blah blah. She lied talking about she’s been busy studying and working etc. Meanwhile I’m peaking out the crack of the door. So he grabs her and tries to kiss her but she hesitates and he feels it so he’s like what’s wrong. She’s like I’m sick and my mom coming to take me to the doctor soon so you should go. He called her out on bullshit and they start arguing. So he leaves and she apologizes to me and promises I won’t have to hide anymore. I was like what you mean? She was like “I REALLY like you, like I could see us together.” And I was like ehhhhh “I like you too.” Lying straight through my teeth. So I get home that night and I feel bad like super guilty. I threw up and everything because lying makes me physically sick ever since I was a kid. (I think it has to do with a guilty conscience or something idk) so I FaceTime my bestfriend and ask her what I should do and she’s like I have no idea. I had to confess sooner than later because Valentine’s Day was coming up and my birthday was after that in March and I wanted to do single things on my birthday. So I was like I need to get out of this but I wanna do it with a bang. So I made valentines plans with the girl and she blew off my ex talking about she had to do something with her dad. We went to Cheesecake Factory and then to this little art gallery down in third ward (if you’re from 414 you know where that is). They had wine tasting and stuff and they weren’t checking IDs at the time (I was 19 at the time). So we enjoyed ourselves. I was like we should take A LOT of pictures. We took some that looked really tumblr-esque and we took some kissing etc. she was like I want to post these and was like you should wait until tomorrow (I had something up my sleeve). She was all for it. So we go to her house, & I could tell she was mad horny but luckily she was drunk enough to pass out on the bed. It was time to be PETTY. I texted my ex from her phone and was like come over I miss you. He wasted no time and said he’d be there in 10 mins. I posted our pictures on Instagram including the one where were kissing and I put “love of my life etc.” with a bunch of emojis. I told my friend to come to the girl house and wait outside because I knew I wouldn’t be staying long. She parked at the end of the block so my ex wouldn’t recognize her car. So he comes and he’s knocking on the door. The girl still passed out on the bed. I go to the bathroom and check my makeup and hair and make sure up still looking like I just walked out of Vogue issue. And of course I was looking too good for words. So I went to the door and answered and he looked like he saw a ghost!!!! He started to say something but I interrupted him like “Come in.” He slowly and cautiously came in like was gonna stab him or something and he did NOT take his eyes off me the whole time. I wanted die laughing but I had to stay in character. He stood there super tense and had a look a fear in his eyes I had never seen before. Remember when Bishop caught Q in the elevator on Juice? He was Q. I was like “can I get a hey or a hello?” He was like “cut the bullshit why are you here and where is she at?” I was like she sleep. And I walked to her room. He followed me and stayed in the door confused as hell. He called her name and woke her up while I gathered my shit. She woke up looking left and right completely oblivious. I acted all innocent standing there like “ should I leave?” She was like no you should stay. Then he started going off like wtf going on etc. my friend kept calling me back to back and texted me like “you good girl? What’s going on?” But I hit decline and said I’ll be out soon. He was like you seriously fucking my girlfriend? I didn’t respond I just stood there acting clueless. Then the girl looked at me and looked at him like how do y'all know each other. He was like this my ex. And she was in so much denial telling him to get out and fuck off etc. I was like I’m leaving because you have too much baggage. Then she started crying. Then my ex was like nah you not leaving. He tried to have me stay like wtf was the point? You just got t.y.b’d (take your bitch). He was so embarrassed. I left anyway. They both were calling me all night I had to put their numbers on do not disturb. At the time I was working at this boutique called White House Black Market. Why did the girl show up to my job the next day saying she dumped my ex and wants to try things with me. I had to take my 15 min break early to talk to her. I felt so bad. I told her I wasn’t attracted to girls and i just wanted to get back at my ex etc. she was sobbing and I felt like shit. She was just like can we at least be friends? And I was like yea but that’s all we can be. So after that we hung out a few more times but I moved to NC and we slowly stopped talking. Ever since then I have never been petty again. My ex hates me to this day, and that’s exactly what I wanted him to feel, and to be honest it felt really good lmao. It just sucked that the girl had to be collateral damage. I guess all is not fair in love and war. 💔

Un Chien

Lafayette x Reader (ft really badly translated french, don’t kill me please)
Words: 1022
Prompt: One of Person A’s beloved pets recently passed away and today they’re going to the local animal shelter to find a companion for their remaining pet. Person B is a volunteer there and they help Person A find a suitable companion. They end up sitting in a pen with some animals, chatting, sharing pictures, and occasionally crying.  
( prompt from @otpisms )

hey everyone! i’ve been writing this all day, and i thought it was cute so i was like hey why not post it. 
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You pushed open the door of the animal shelter, sighing quietly. This was it. This was the moment where you would move on.

Your dog had been put down a few weeks back. Turns out it had been fighting a battle with cancer, and you had never known. Treatment was going to be expensive, and may have been pointless so you decided the best option was to have them put down.

But now, you had taken your time to heal and you were ready to allow a new animal back in your life. Instead of going to a pet store, you decided to check your local animal shelter, knowing that there were many animals there that deserved a home.

You walked up to the counter, pressing the bell that sat on top of it. A man with dark skin and his hair tied up in a ribbon emerged from the back.

“Bonjour! Oh, merde! Hello, how can I help you today?” He asked. You smiled weakly.

“I’ve come to adopt,” You said quietly. “I lost my dog a few weeks back and I was hoping there’d be an animal here that needed a home?”

“Of course, miss…”

“Y/N.”

“Mademoiselle (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you. My name is Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier, Marquis de Lafayette, but please just call me Lafayette. I can assure you there are many animals here needy of a home. I’ll just need you to fill in some forms before you can come with me to see them,” Lafayette stated. You smiled.

“Of course,” You said, taking the forms and the pen as Lafayette handed them to you. Quickly, you filled in the forms, handing them back to Lafayette, who smiled at you. “Right this way,” he said, moving out from behind the reception area and unlocking the door that lead to the animals.

“So what kind of animal are you looking for today? You earlier mentioned un chien?”

“Pardon?” You asked, raising your eyebrow.

“Oh! Sorry, again. I’m originally from France. I often find myself slipping into my native language.” He started as he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “What I meant to say was, a dog.”

You smiled. “Have you been here for long?”

“I moved here a couple of years back,” Lafayette stated. He checked the forms that you had filled in. “It says here you have an apartment that is more, small?” You nodded. “There are some lovely small and medium dogs available that will, of course need daily exercise as well.” You nodded your head again. Lafayette stopped at an enclosure, grabbing a lead that hung up outside it. “I think I’ve got the perfect friend in her for you. But, I will warn you, she has also had a little rough time.”

Lafayette returned a few seconds later with a three legged Rottweiler puppy, who was excitedly tugging at its lead.

“Oh, it’s beautiful!” You exclaimed, kneeling down to pet the dog.

“I call her se leva, Rose,” Lafayette stated.

“Can we sit with her and play? I want to get to know her before I take her home,” You asked. Lafayette smiled, handing you the leash.

“We can take her for a walk if you’d like. I’ll ask someone to organize her adoption papers and you can take her home when we get back.”

“I’d like that.”

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“So you had to dress as a pregnant woman to get here? That’s crazy!” You said, laughing.

“Well, no. I didn’t have to. My online friends dared me. They took so many pictures when they arrived to pick me up. They ended up all over the socials,” Lafayette stated. You kept laughing.

“That’s amazing. You’re such an interesting person Lafayette! You’ve done so much with your time. All I do is reblog stuff on tumblr and watch youtubers!” You stated.

“I’m sure your life can’t be that boring,” Lafayette said, smiling. He stopped, pulling out a bag from the pocket of his uniform and picking up a poo that Rose had just finished making. He threw the bag in the bin, wiping his hands on his pants.

“Oh, trust me, it is,” You replied. “But you know what? I get to tell my followers that I met a really cool guy today. They’ll probably enjoy that,” You said, frowning slightly when seeing the adoption center come back into view.

Lafayette simply nodded, smiling at you. You raised your eyebrow. “dieu que tu es belle,” He said quietly.

“What was that?” You asked. Lafayette’s eyes widened when he realized that you had heard him. “Oh! Um, nothing mademoiselle.”

Suddenly, Rose was running in circles around both of you. Your eyes widened. “Bad puppy! No!” You said. The puppy ignored you, and soon enough you found yourself tied up with Lafayette. You laughed. “She can move well for a three legged pup,” You said. Lafayette chuckled. You both gasped as Rose pulled on the rope, making you both tumble to the ground. You landed on top of Lafayette, your noses touching. You smiled.

Lafayette coughed awkwardly, rolling to the side and grabbing the end of Rose’s lead. “I should probably get back to work,” He said, standing up and brushing himself off. He held out his hand, which you took quickly and stood up.

You both walked back to the adoption center in silence while Rose ran in front of you, tugging on the leash every now and then. When you arrived back, you paid and took Rose’s adoption forms.

“It was really nice meeting you Lafayette,” You said quietly, looking up at the man with the now disheveled ponytail.

“puis-je venir avec toi?” He asked. You raised your eyebrow. “You know, even after spending a day with you, I’m still not fluent in French.”

“Can I come with you? I mean, I’m sure Rose would feel a lot more comfortable settling in if she had a familiar face. Plus, I mean I know what she likes. We can go shopping together and-“

“Oui.” You replied, smiling, “You know, you’re awfully cute when you’re flustered.” Lafayette smirked, clocking out. “Pareillement.”

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Request: Hey, I love your writing so much 💗 Could you maybe write something about Y/n looking through fan accounts & fan fictions of Shawn & Shawn gets home & gets really uncomfortable 💗 it would mean a lot :))

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It wasn’t often that you stalked your boyfriend’s tag on tumblr.  It was a quick and easy search: Shawn Mendes.  Thousands upon thousands of search results would come up, and with nothing better to do, you decided to see what his fans were up to.

On your own tumblr, you followed about two or three blogs about Shawn, you know, just to keep up with him when he wasn’t answering his phone.  The ones you followed only posted pictures of him though, nothing else.  So when you came upon a few pieces of writing, you became interested.

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Truth or Dare?

“I fell in love the way you fall asleep, slowly, then all at once,” you read from the pages of your book The Fault In Our Stars. Everyone told you it was a great book and you finally gave in and read the book and you were not disappointed by what you had read so far. You didn’t read much and the only reason you gave in and started the book was due to your complete boredom and lack of activities in your household. You had already tried watching TV, but there was nothing good on, and Niall wouldn’t be home for another hour. You looked up from your book and checked the time only to see that what felt like 30 minutes was only 3. You groaned and threw your head back which caused you to also throw your book to wherever in the living room. You grumbled and slid off the couch and inched your way over to retrieve the stupid book. You grabbed it and put it on the island in your kitchen. You decided that you should start making dinner seeing as Niall would be home soon and would most likely be hungry. You pulled open your fridge and loudly groaned again as you saw that all you had in your fridge was a jar of pickles, some lunch meat, and a whole lot of beer. You thought about your options. You could either go to the grocery store and get some food and cook with Niall once he got home, or order in some food. You thought long and hard before deciding neither and pulled out a 6 pack of beer. You brought the beer to the living room and you sat with your back on the couch and plopped the beers in between your stretched out legs. You had decide to just get drunk as fuck and see where the night took you. You opened the first beer and began to drink the cool refreshing liquid. You happily sighed before grabbing your phone and began scrolling through tumblr. 45 minutes and 2 beers later you were on your way to drunk as fuck. You laughed as you saw a picture of Niall on your screen and giggled to yourself and said, “Hey I know him. That boy is my boyyyyfraaand.’ You laughed to yourself at what you said before continuing on your drunken rant. ‘Oh my goodness he is pretty. Wowie he is a pretty man. His penis is pretty too. Very pretty man.” You laughed to yourself again and continued scrolling through your feed. Soon after the door opened and you heard Niall yell out, “Honey I’m home.” You laughed and he followed the sound of your giggles to see you slumped against the couch, beer in hand with 2 other empty bottles scattered around the room. “Oh my goodness my pretty boyyyyfraaand is home,” you laughed and tried to get up, but failed miserably. Niall laughed at your failed attempt before helping you up. You giggled and threw your arms around his neck and he wrapped his arms around your waist to try and help stabilize you. He smiled big and laughed and said, “Pretty man have a beer with me. Let us have some drinks and then we can order tacos,” you said excitedly. He laughed at how excited you got over tacos. “Well I will most definitely take a beer and then we can see about the tacos,’ he said, ‘How does that sound missy?” he said and put one of his hands against your cheek, attempting to get you to look at him. But instead you tried to bite his hand and growled and scrunched up your face when you missed his hand. He laughed before helping you sit down then sat down next to you and opened a beer for himself. Soon after Niall came home he was just as drunk as you. You two were a mess of giggles on the floor of the living room laughing over stupid shit. You pointed at your screen and you laughed at the picture you had just taken of Niall. He had his tee shirt wrapped around his forehead like a bandana and was jumping over the couch and luckily you had caught the picture mid air before he fell on his face, but he quickly laughed it off. “When I’m sober I’m gonna print out this picture and frame it,” you said and continued laughing with Niall. “Babe I have the greatest idea,” he suddenly slurred. He struggled to stand up, but eventually got up and began his explanation. “Are you ready?”, he asked and you nodded like a 5 year old responding to their mother who asked if you wanted candy. “Are you sure you’re ready?”, he asked again, and yet again you nodded vigorously. “Are you sure you’re ready?” he asked again loudly. “JESUS CHRIST NIALL I’M READY,” you yelled back and nodded for him to just say whatever his great idea was. He laughed at the outburst before beginning his grand statement, “I propose that we play… wait for it… wait for it, TRUTH OR DARE!”. You laughed at how seriously he was taking his little monologue, but agreed. “Just let me go get some more alcohol and then I’ll be ready,” you said and ran over to your liquor cabinet and grabbed two shot glasses, vodka, and then went to the fridge and got some more beers. You walked back into the living room to see that Niall had cleared out the living room and pushed back your coffee table and anything else that could potentially become collateral damage. You sat down next to him on the ground poured a shot each for you. You clinked glasses before pouring the burning liquid down your throat. You scrunched your face in disgust for a second before turning to Niall and giggling. “Ok I think I’m ready now Niall boo.” you giggled. “Is that my new nickname,” he laughed. You nodded and threw your head back laughing. “Ok for real, truth or dare?”, you questioned. “Dare,” he replied. You nodded your head and thought about what you should do. You decided to start off with a bit of a challenge. You smirked and said, “I dare you to run outside butt naked down the street yelling that you love Harry,” you said with laughter. You looked up to see that Niall had already stripped down to nothing and his pale, scrawny ass was already headed out the door. You followed his laughter out the door and could see his pale butt running up the street and began yelling, “I LOVE HARRY”. You laughed loudly and took a snapchat of the naked man running down your street. Once he noticed you were filming him on the way back he cupped his junk with his hand and with his other gave the camera the middle finger. You both were laughing hysterically as he made his way back into the house and you threw him his boxers he had on prior. “I can’t believe you actually did that,” you said in between fits of laughter. “It was a dare, I had to,” he replied and laughed with you as you rewatched the video of him. “Ok well now it’s my turn, but first another shot,” you smiled at him as he poured out two shots. You took it in your hand and quickly swallowed the burning liquid. Your face scrunched up, but you opened your eyes to see a smiling Niall. You blushed and he began talking, “Truth or dare?”. “Truth,” you replied, he rolled his eyes at not being as adventurous as he was, but he laughed and you giggled. You felt much more sober than before and felt able to answer whatever question he threw at you. It seemed that Niall had sobered up quite a bit too because his blue eyes stared back into yours making you melt from his warm gaze. He grabbed your hand and drew small circles on the back of it with his thumb before questioning, “How much do you love me?”. Your cheeks heated up quickly and you bashfully bowed your head down, but a warm hand lifted your chin up to look back into his angel eyes. You squeezed his hand back before replying, “I love you more than words could ever describe. My heart is filled with love for you, and I know that without you there would always be a void in my heart that could never be filled with anything other than your love,” at this point in your rant Niall was blushing furiously, but he knew that you really felt that way and he felt the exact same for you. “I love you so much that it’s truly overwhelming at times. I love you through all the fights, and all the times you are away on tour, and all the times you force me to make you food at 4 am. I truly believe you are the one, and I honestly can’t see myself being this happy with anyone other than you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you and thank my lucky stars every day that I found someone as perfect as you.”, you finished your rant. At this point a few tears were running down both of your faces and you giggled at your rambling before gently wiping away the stray tears on both of your faces with the cuff of Niall’s sweater you were wearing. His eyes bore into yours and he brought both of his hands to the back of your head and kissed your forehead. You closed your eyes and smiled because of the sweet gesture and a moment later NIall pulled back ever so slightly and his lips ghosted over your forehead before moving down and placing a sweet kiss to the tip of your nose. You smiled even wider and he continued slowly and tantalizingly placing kisses all over your face. You bit your lip as he kissed the corner of your mouth and he pulled away and wiped a stray piece of hair behind your ear before leaning in to kiss you on the place you were most yearning for his lips to touch. His soft lips sweetly pressed against yours and you melted into his touch. The kiss was passionate, and beautiful, and it was the kind of kiss that the movies made kissing look like. It was the kind of kiss that your breath away and swept you off your feet. You felt a tear run down your face and meet between the two of your lips adding to all the emotions you felt at the moment. You hated to pull away from the most passionate kiss ever, but you were struggling to breath at this point and when you pulled your lips away from Niall’s you rested your foreheads against each others and enjoyed the serenity and peacefulness you felt. He kissed your nose again and you giggled again. He whispered quietly, “That’s how much I love you.”

So that took a fluffy turn

As always thank you to lukeaass and ohwhalestyles for helping me and I hope you enjoy.

STAMPS - WOOZI

Seen some random Tumblr posts drifting here and there with this whole concept so I decided to add a little twist and create… this XD Hopefully you enjoy whatever it is ^^


You sat on your bed in the dark bedroom, a soft light making you able to see your wrists. Your knees were pulled up to your chest as you stared, the same way you did almost every night. Your head was full of wonder as you examined the soft pink stamp that glowed faintly on each one, thinking about the life you lived. You lived amongst people born with two stamps, one on each wrist. One symbolized your soulmate; only one other person shared your stamp. On the other wrist was a similar stamp, only this one represented your nemesis. It worked in the same way - the person who shared that stamp was your one true nemesis. Most people had stamps of the same pattern but a different color on each wrist, however yours were both that rosy color you’d come to hate. Because a label came with it; ‘idem’, or ‘same’. It made you insecure as people treated you so differently when they saw your stamps. I mean - how could someone be both your destined soulmate and nemesis? Your mind would often drift away, forming a picture of what your match could look like. They’d also have to be an idem, so would they go through the same judgement and discrimination you did? You’d think about it before sleeping, when fell asleep, when you woke up - whilst everyone else left it up to fate, you were obsessed with the thought of finding the idem to match you. You did wonder how it would go - how could two people be in love but also hate each other?

You opened your eyes as your alarm clock sounded, sitting up and rubbing your eyes before giving an excited squeal. Today you turned 16, meaning you were moving. Normally people had at least some sort of opposition when their parents announced a move to a completely different country, however you fancied a change of scenery. And so your parents had scheduled the move for the day you turned 16. You dressed quickly, almost tripping as you ran downstairs. You stopped in front of your dad, who looked you up and down with a small frown. 

“We may only be going to the neighboring country, but they don’t have stamps like us.” he pointed to your wrists. “Cover those up.” Your face visibly fell as he said those words, and the room fell sullen with your change of mood. Your mind only had one thought at that moment: ‘So I’ll never meet my match?’ You sighed lightly and nodded, walking back upstairs to fetch the sweater you kept out in case it was cold. You took one last look at your stamps before pulling the sleeves down and holding them there by closing your fingers. ‘We’ll meet one day. We have to.’

The move was relatively fast as you were able to drive over the border with the countries being neighboring ones, and so after hours of driving you got there before sundown. You were to move the furniture in and get settled before you were to transfer to a new school tomorrow. You looked out of the window in silence, resisting the urge to look at your wrists and instead watching as the sandy colored buildings passed in a blur. Your mind was hazy, the intricate pattern on your skin the only thing you could think of as you arrived at your new house and helped your parents unpack in a daze. You looked at your parents for a moment before heading for the door. 

“Are you guys okay to unpack? I want to go and… explore.” you said to your mom, earning a quick nod.

“We’re going out for your birthday meal at 10 though, so don’t come back too late!” your dad called as you left, making sure you grabbed your phone and purse as you did. You revelled in the cool night air, sighing in relief as you slowly strolled down the street. You looked around as you did, taking in the modern look of the buildings and smiling slightly to yourself. It was a cute, small, peaceful town that you had moved to, and so you were quickly feeling at home. You were brought out of your daydream by a hand tapping your shoulder, seeming rather hesitant. You turned around to be met with a boy, around your age, who was smiling widely. You could swear your heart skipped a beat as you saw him, as he had an amazingly adorable dimple on his small face. His eyes creased in the best way, and his light purple hair gave him a little edge. If you went for people based on only looks, you could have kissed him right there. Of course, you weren’t that type of person. You were meant for the person who shared your stamp, not some random stranger you’d only looked at.

“Are you Y/N?” he asked in a quiet voice, obviously trying to seem more confident than he was. You nodded, slightly taken aback.

“How do you know my name?” 

“I’m in, like, all of your classes. I live a few houses down from you, and so I was asked by the head to show you around and stuff.” he chuckled a little shyly, hoping that he wasn’t blushing. He’d never really been the best around girls. “I saw you walk out then and thought I’d come say hi.”

“Well then, hi! You are…?”

“Oh, sorry. I’m Jihoon. Lee Jihoon.” he smiled his charming smile again and you could have melted before you reminded yourself of your predecided fate. 

“Well, hi Jihoon. You already know my name.” you laughed gently, slightly irritated that you both seemed as awkward as each other.

“Did I hear your dad say you had to be back at 10? You have 30 minutes, so do you want to go look at the school you’ll be attending? It’s a nice place.” he tapped your arm and walked ahead of you, looking back but once to make sure you were following. “It’s nice out today. Well, tonight, anyway. Why are you wearing long sleeves?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. You looked down, mind racing as you looked at his wrists to find his covered with sweat bands. 

“I just… it was pretty cold back home, so…” he nodded, not pushing the matter and shoving his hands into the pockets of his cargo shorts before walking in silence. It was slightly uncomfortable, but a lot less awkward than speaking, and so neither of you spoke until you reached the school. 

“So this is it.” he grinned, pointing to it with a contented sigh. “Sure it’s kinda small. This whole town is. But it’s great. Everyone knows everyone, and we all get along great.” he turned towards you, and suddenly he had a menacing smile that seemed very out of character, despite you only knowing him for about fifteen minutes. “Maybe you will be the one to change all of that?” his tone was slightly suggestive, and he smirked before turning to leave. You could swear he glanced at your wrists as he did…

The next day Jihoon called for you at 8 as you were rushing to get out on time. He watched you with a small smirk, sitting on one of the chairs that had been set up in your living room whilst you had no couch.

“Hey, calm down. We don’t have to be there for another 20 minutes.” he said when you almost fell over yourself, laughing a little.

“Yeah but still, it’s my first day. I can’t be late.” you mumbled, grabbing the bag you’d packed the day before and slipping your shoes on. “Okay, let’s go.” It was still quite early, and it only took 10 minutes to walk there, but he nodded regardless and led you out.

“We’ll be early at this rate. Relax.” he watched with a sigh as you broke into a quick walk, making you turn and look at him. “What is wrong with you this morning?”

“New school. Kinda makes me nervous.”

“It’s not like you’ll be alone.” he smiled, taking your side again. “And apparently your grades are already a lot higher than, like, 90% of the class. So you don’t have to worry.”

“What if I don’t fit in there, though?” you asked, looking down at the floor.

“Aha, I wouldn’t know. I’m kinda a loner myself. But hey, then we can be loners together, can’t we?” he chuckled, stopping momentarily when you both arrived at the school. “Come on. I have a copy of my class schedule for you, too.” he remembered, pulling it from his backpack as you followed him into the school.

“Thank you.” you smiled at him, feeling all the previous awkwardness from the previous day disappearing. He did send a few unnecessary glares your way from time to time, and he either wore the smile of his that you loved or a cheeky smirk when he was with you, which confused you to no end, but you felt happy with him. You couldn’t help but wonder, however, just why he seemed so interested in your wrists. As your dad ordered, you made sure they were always covered, and as the days passed you noticed Jihoon did too. People generally left you both alone, meaning you spent a lot of your time sat together. You’d often get a few strange glances, but you tried to stop them bothering you.

About a month had passed in the new school, and Jihoon was still your only friend. You weren’t even trying to talk to people anymore when you weren’t required to, as the looks they gave told you that they weren’t interested.

“Why do people look at us like we’re different, Jihoon?” You asked quietly one day, not looking up from the algebra you were doing as you spoke in whispered.

“Because we are.” he whispered back, setting his pen down and looking up to make sure no one was paying attention to you both. Of course they weren’t - they were never interested. In the almost silent classroom, you could have screamed and no one would bat an eyelid. Not even the teacher. Jihoon sighed and pushed his wrist in your direction, pulling his sweatband back so you could see the rosy pink stamp on his wrist. You gasped, not only because he was like you in terms of the stamps, but because his matched yours. The pattern and the color were a perfect match. How unlikely.

“Jihoon!” you grabbed his other wrist, causing him to shout slightly in protest, but you were already looking at his other stamp before he could stop you. He was an idem too.
“Aish, you weren’t meant to do that.” He muttered in annoyance. “Are you going to judge me for being one of them now?” He snapped, going back to his algebra.
“What, an idem?” He nodded, jumping back a little in shock when you showed him your own two wrists. “Why would I?” You said in a softened tone. He blinked a few times, reaching out and tracing the mark with his index finger with disbelief all over his face .
“We match.” he murmured, quickly covering his wrists with a shy smile when the teacher stood to walk around the classroom. “But… that makes us soulmates and nemeses?” he said, a slightly questioning tone in his voice. You nodded, twirling your pencil in your hand with a small frown, Jihoon’s face changed quickly and it was almost as if he was scheming. You were about to ask when the bell sounded, and before you knew it it was the end of the school day. You wanted to walk home with Jihoon but he walked out of the classroom in a rush, leaving you to walk alone. Instead you decided to look for him, roaming the halls with the teachers ignoring you completely. After an hour you felt defeated until you felt a hand on your shoulder, tapping you in the same, hesitant  way that Jihoon had when he’d first met you. You turned around to see him with a smirk tugging at his lips, and he glanced around to make sure you were alone before showing you a tiny vial of clear liquid. “Purgatio remedy.” He quickly shoved it back into his bag as he heard a teacher round the corner and took your hand in his, trying to hide the scarlet tinge in his cheeks and running down the corridor with you in tow. “Outside. I’ll explain things.” You followed, trying not to stumble as you did so often. You squinted as your eyes met the sunshine outside and followed him a short distance to an empty glade. It felt nice being on the fresh grass in the quiet as you and Jihoon collapsed next to each other. His bag lie next to him with his right arm around it, his right wrist hidden from you. He took off the sweatband on his left wrist and held it out for you so you could see it - his stamp was gone.

“Jihoon, what did you do?!” you gasped, taking his wrist and looking at it closer. The skin was clear, with not a hint of pink there. He reached into his bag and held the vial up again, the liquid glinting as it caught the sunlight. 

“They name so many things in Latin in ‘our world’, so to speak, but you don’t know the meaning of purgatio?” he laughed softly, clutching the vial in his fist. “It means cleaning.” he said when you shook your head, turning his head to face you. “The headmaster uses it on any children like us, with our stamps, who try to pursue their match.” he sighed and looked at his clear wrist with a small grin. “I asked my brother, who lives with his match, which mark was for soulmates and which was for nemeses. And this one.” he said, putting his clear wrist into your hand with a slightly pink face. “Was the nemesis one.”

“Why did you get rid of it?” you asked, still a little confused.

“Because I may have… fallen for you. The soulmate feeling was stronger.” he grinned but couldn’t bring his eyes to meet yours, his shyness extremely endearing to you. He sighed and handed you the vial, sitting up and pulling you up to face him. “If the soulmate feeling is stronger for you too, then get rid of the nemesis stamp. However if you feel more like we’re nemeses, then…” he looked into your eyes with his smile a lot fainter. “Get rid of the soulmate stamp. And then… I’ll die.” You looked at him with wide eyes, brows scrunching a little.

“Why?! And if I get rid of the soulmate stamp, will I die?” he shook his head, lips pressing themselves into a line as he tried to think of the right words.

“It’s pretty complicated, and I’m not 100% clear on all of this either. But if you use this on a nemesis stamp and your match uses it on their soulmate stamp, the one whose soulmate stamp remains dies. It’s called ‘heartbreak’, as they’d have been left alone, I guess. But the other won’t die because their nemesis mark remains. It’s taken as an act of spite. You’d be alone forever, but wouldn’t die, like I said. I don’t really understand, but that’s what I know.” his breath hitched a little as you took the top off the vial and pushed both of your long sleeves back, revealing both of your stamps.

“Close your eyes.” you ordered quietly, smiling when he complied immediately. He was even more apprehensive as he couldn’t see what choice you made, but the nervousness soon disappeared as he felt you press your lips to his. He blushed, heart pounding rapidly, but he brought his hand up to your cheek and kissed you back just as gently as you kissed him. He pulled away slowly and took your wrists in his hands, bringing them up to find that your left wrist was now cleared. “I couldn’t ever bring myself to let my soulmate go.” you chuckled, pulling your sleeves back down. “But what will happen to us? The head will notice his remedy missing, and I thought they punished students with stamps who-” he cut off your string of anxieties with another gentle kiss, slowly gaining confidence. His hand came back up to rest on your cheek, eyes boring into yours. 

“We’ve kissed, so our fate is bound. They can’t do anything - remove our stamps, split us up, anything. And we’re practically invisible at that place. Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” his voice was soothing and reassuring, and it astounded you just how much he was able to calm you down with his fond gaze and soft tone alone. “Do you want to head back to your house now, or-”

“No, I like it here. With you.” you responded in a whisper, before shuffling forward, taking his wrists in your hands, and locking lips with him once more.

Originally posted by woozibye

This was fun to write and I am pretty satisfied so there you all go ^^ Drabbles and scenarios and stuff coming tomorrow~~

-Admin Belle

4

Very recently I was blessed with the most amazing and incredible experience of my life and I thought it was time that I shared it with you all! I actually wrote down a lot of what I wanted to say on the plane ride home, but haven’t really been able to coherently gather my thoughts until now. Just over a week ago, I got to not only meet…but really hang out with Shelley Hennig…so read on if you’d like to hear all about it and get some details on what went down! (Warning….this will be long)

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anonymous asked:

Prompt idea : beca is a tumblr girl and is always pulling pranks on her unsuspecting girlfriend Chloe so beca can get notes, but the only ones that actually do are cute pictures of the two of them that Chlo posts from Beca's tumblr while she's sleeping and Beca's slightly irritated about that cause "IM SUPPOSED TO BE A COOL TUMBLR KID CHLOE" but she secretly loves it

It started with a hidden phone and a video which involved Beca’s girlfriend and a hilariously disastrous glowstick performance. And, because her followers were particularly curious about this new redheaded development in her love life, she decided to post it on Tumblr. 

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so many AUs, i'm not sure what to do with them all

+air conditioner repairman [v sweaty job]
+barber
+street racers
+Christmas light neighbor competition
+mailman
+guitar teacher
+tailor
+little kids with a lemonade stand or kissing booth
+motherFUCK there’s smoothie on the ceiling
+someone’s cat is in a tree
+“how do I say fuck in [language]”
 -[I love you]
 - “cool thanks”
+I broke into your apartment cause it smelled like something was on fire but I don’t think we can salvage your cookies
+try my chili!
 -HOLY SHIT THAT’S FUCKING HOT
 -oops
 -MOTHER FUCK
 -here use my mouth to calm the heat
+I saw the dude/chick who manscapes/waxes me
+minor car accident
+frat houses across the street
+competing mattress salesmen
+teddy bear doctors
+we both picked the same weird place to watch fireworks
+someone needs a car jumpstart
+gym class soccer
+college tour
+school trip to europe
+I wrote an ode to your butt in 10th grade and you somehow found it at the end of senior year
+i accidentally spilled beer on you at a bar and you thought I wanted to fight
+21 jump street au
+i licked a pole when it was 2 degrees outside please help me kind stranger
+high school intern for senior pictures [I’m literally just here to hold this reflecty thing and make you look hotter than usual]
+you heard me singing in the shower, recorded it, and put it on YouTube and now I’m Internet famous and I’m not sure whether I want to kill you or marry you
+someone found our office game of fuck marry kill and you’re my fuck
+there’s a dorm wii + mariokart in the lounge and we’re now on best out of 39
+I drew a picture of you and put it on tumblr and you found it
+I wrote a fanfic and the au was how we met and you got suspicious
+you’re a really shitty tutor
+you needed to borrow sugar to bake a cherry pie
+all you wrote in my yearbook last year was your number and now I have no clue who did it
+I got locked out of my dressing room wearing only my underwear and now we’re both waiting for an attendant
+I accidentally dropped a water balloon on you instead of my friend
+you write nice comments on all the angsty poems I post online
+we’ve been arguing over the proper use of the subjunctive mood in spanish for 2 hours and neither of us has taken it since high school
+you’re the monster under my bed
+I 100000% did not mean to send you that nude on snapchat oh my god
+I had to explain what dtf is to you
+you tried to perform cpr and iM TOTALLY FINE
+you’re asking me for self defense lessons because you saw that one time I tripped and accidentally took out a guy making off with someone’s belongings
+the secret life of walter mitty au
+bones au
+someone’s cursed to live like they’re in a musical
+book illustrator & writer
+you work at a shoe store and you just laced that shoe up and put it on my foot and I’m having an actual cinderella moment
+you caught me trying to sneak a hamburger off your grill as I was running by
+thERE IS A RACCOON IN MY HOME SAVE ME NEIGHBOR
+naked and afraid au
+you’re an expert survivalist and one time I cried because I stepped on a worm
+look I know my window’s really big but that doesn’t mean you had to watch my entire re-enactment of “it’s raining men” from magic mike okay
+our kite strings got tangled up
+you accidentally hit me in the face when you scored that homerun
+there is a very good chance I took your shoes instead of mine when I left that party wasted last night
+i put a gopro on my dog to figure out where she was going and it’s to your house

Meeting Taylor

SO everyone’s been asking me for my story of how this amazing picture came into my life:

and so I thought I’d finally get round to sharing my story!! Sorry that it’s taken so long (almost a week - oops!) it’s just been totally crazy with me and I just want to take this chance to first of all thank you for all the reblogs, likes and support you guys gave me, and for being so kind and lovely after it finally happened!!

My 1989 tour story starts at the Glasgow date on 23rd June 2015 (although my story with @taylorswift starts way back). At the Glasgow date, I camped out with some lovely gals from @thescotlandsquad - @forever-dreaming-0f-you, @we-found-wonderland-in-1989, @taylorfreakinswiftt and @tayloralis0nswift! I was actually in Paris the weekend before at a convention, and was due to come home on the 23rd, but wouldn’t have made the concert so I swapped my flights over just so I could go. I wore my big white prom dress and camped all night (literally) with some of the best people - and something wonderful happened!! @taylorswift followed @forever-dreaming-0f-you and @tayloralis0nswift while we were on tumblr trying to let her know that we were already camping out for her!! We freaked out and it was the best. During the day of the concert we met up with a bunch of other fab people from @thescotlandsquad AND I FINALLY GOT TO MEET @panicatthetaylorswiftconcert!! This was all seriously cool and she brought Taylor’s coat that she got given in her valentines day package and she let me try it on and then Gaby said she was meeting Taylor and she took my scrapbook that I made for her in for me (which I will forver be grateful for and you are the best and I miss you) - side note THANK YOU TAYLOR FOR MAKING GABY SO HAPPY BECAUSE SHE IS THE SWEETEST - and then it was time for the show. I was in block 11, and it was the closest I had ever gotten to Taylor during a show (more on that later). I had the time of my life, although my dress was a bit too hot and it was hard to move but I really loved wearing it and people kept coming up to me to say how beautiful I looked and some people even asked for pictures with me, which was lovely. I got to speak to Sierra at the Taylor Nation booth and she was so so lovely. I bumped into @goodgirlwhoshopeful at the TN booth and we talked and then we had a picture of us taken (which would later end up on Taylor’s website!!) I then went to my seat and not long after, I see @nowthat-imclean and her mum being upgraded to pit!! Just after, I see @goodgirlwhoshopeful get upgraded too which is super cool. About halfway through the show, there was a message on the Scotland Squad facebook chat and it said that @oohiremember, @screaminggcolourr and @oohmymymyy had GOTTEN LOFT ‘89! Everyone really really wanted them to get it so we were all really really happy. And then I started to wonder if it was going to happen to me, since Taylor had been following me since May and had noticed my posts before. When it didn’t happen to me, I got so sad (I don’t even want to talk about how sad I was but if anyone saw me at the date after the concert was over you’ll know what I’m talking about.) But now I understand that it wasn’t meant to happen then, and that’s totally totally okay. 

Flash forward to 26th June 2015. Initially, I was only planning on attending the Glasgow date of the 1989 tour, but this was the day it all changed. I was just browsing tumblr when I saw that @xomol  was giving away a free ticket to the london show!! I quickly messaged to see if it was still available, and when she told me it was, I booked my train down without question. I had nowhere to stay or anything, I just hoped I would be able to stay in the train station overnight or something. I didn’t really care, all that mattered to me was seeing Taylor again. I narrowly missed my train the next day, and had to cry my way out of a £60 fine for getting on a later train (as technically my tickets weren’t valid). I got there eventually around 2pm and waited for Molly to arrive with my ticket. Around this time is when I bumped into @showyouincrediblethings who was an absolute darling and we queued for ages together! I got to meet up with my best friend @partyinhannahsroom and her sister while I was there too which was so great! I managed to find the (well hidden) Taylor Nation booth and Sierra was there again, and she recognised me from Glasgow! I said hi and I told her that it was a split decision and that I was just here because I kind of threw caution to the wind and emptied my bank account for the train down. She said she hoped I enjoyed the show and then I wandered off and managed to find @partyinhannahsroom by chance (since it was such a big place and it was all standing!) and then the concert started and Ellie Goulding was incredible and then Taylor came on and I stopped being able to cope with my life when she brought out the squad during Style - seriously Taylor OH MY GOD!! and then I wasn’t fussed about not being noticed by Andrea or anyone that night because I knew chances were really slim anyway and I just wanted to see Taylor again. I was so grateful to see the show a second time because this is the first tour where I’ve been able to go to multiple dates.

A week or so after that, I began to miss Taylor and the 1989 concert terribly, and I wondered about the idea of travelling to Asia to see the tour - since one of my ultimate goals is to see Taylor on every continent that she tours in. I put it out of my head and decided I couldn’t afford it, but when I started making money from my redbubble account I knew that seeing Taylor again was what I wanted to do with the money. I booked my hotel and invited @southwesteros to come to Singapore with me, since she studied it for her graded unit at college and she’d always wanted to visit there. I hadn’t bought my ticket by this point and the show was actually sold out, so I had to buy my ticket from viagogo. I was really worried about it being fake, but it wasn’t so that was good 

As everyone who follows me knows, I made this post about me attending 1989 Singapore this year after I found out where I would be sitting, and I reblogged it from August right through to just days before the concert. I knew there was no way I was going to be able to make any other dates this tour, so this was my last chance. I queued the post to post when I was sleeping, I constantly reblogged it whenever @taylorswift was online and started tweeting it to Taylor Nation on twitter and tagging them in posts about it on instagram. We flew out on November 6th and I didn’t hear anything for ages and ages and I was convinced it wasn’t going to happen, so I just got on my flight to Singapore. We were two hours delayed and then we finally got there on November 7th. When we got there, I logged on to the airport wifi (the first time I’d had wifi in around 24 hours) and I HAD AN EMAIL SAYING THAT TAYLOR NATION HAD DM’d ME ON TWITTER. I started to cry and I couldn’t deal with it and Gail had to calm me down,Then I replied and the next day I got a phonecall from Kevin to say that Taylor had seen my tumblr post that she loved it and everyone at Taylor Nation loved it and that she’d asked to meet me. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening! I thanked Kevin over and over again, and then he was like “we’ll see you tonight then!” and I said my goodbyes. We went around a shopping centre in Singapore and I was FREAKING OUT when I got another phone call - this time it was from Erica! She explained that it wasn’t an official meet and greet, and that it was going to happen backstage before Welcome To New York. She also said she was UPGRADING MY SEAT which meant that Gail could go to the concert which was super cool!! So I got upgraded to front row:

We then went to the venue and queued, here’s a picture of me queueing with my sign (which the venue took from me before I was allowed to get in and they threw it out so I couldn’t have it back but I didn’t really care at this point:

so they took the sign off me and then I went into the venue and sat in my (UPGRADED) seat and waited for Erica to come get me. She came and got me around quarter to 8, and Taylor was due to come on stage around 8. We went backstage and there was also two other girls, but I was the only one from tumblr. We were led to a door and told to wait there, and Taylor’s dancers were warming up right in front of us! A few of them introduced themselves and asked how we were holding up, and then suddenly they were gone and Taylor and Andrea appeared. 

The first thing Taylor did when she arrived was say “Hey Guys!” and came straight to hug me (TAYLOR HUGGED ME WHAT IS MY LIFE) and said “thank you for coming all this way, that’s crazy!” she then spoke to the two other girls who’d been asked to come backstage and I spoke to Mama Swift and she was so so lovely to me and we got this selfie: 

And then it was time for Taylor to talk to me. She came right up to me (I didn’t even have to introduce myself!) and she said: “ You’re so fun to follow on tumblr, you’re so fun!” and she said she’d seen my post that I’d reblogged “like 100 times” so basically she knew everything about me,  then she said my cat was cute and she love cats like that and that she loved that his name was Dusty because “he’s, like, Dusty.” (like the colour) and then I was like “I brought you a cat!!” because I’d brought her a cat toy thing thats hand moves when there’s a battery in it and she said she loved it and that she used to have one but she lost it, so this was really cool. I then said hi from @thescotlandsquad, and gave her Izzy’s (@iknowyouveheardaboutme) URL and she sent Izzy her love and then I told her that she’d saved my life and I thanked her for everything and she took my hands and said thank you too and she was holding my hand the entire time and we got a picture (Erica kept trying to get Taylor to hurry up I think, but she kept on talking to me) and we got a picture and then she had to go and we were led out by one of her team to the B-Stage and given B-Stage wristbands. The guy who was in charge of the B-Stage seemed confused that I was there and the member of Taylor’s team who led us out was like “oh she’s good, she’s Taylor’s.” SHE’S. TAYLOR’S. Taylor I’m yours now okay? Okay. And when the people around me saw that I met Taylor (because I’d already made the picture my lock screen, obviously) they let me straight through to the front and I was literally at the bottom of the B Stage and she looked at me all night and I genuinely have photos of her directly looking into my camera and basically the whole night was perfect and unbelieveable and I can’t believe this is my life. Thank you to everyone who’s been a part of my Taylor journey, eras past and present, and thank you to Taylor Nation for making this happen. Thank you to all my followers who stuck with me during my mass reblog of that post, it all paid off!! 

The biggest thank you goes to you, @taylorswift. Thank you for wanting to meet me and for making me feel just like we were best friends who just hadn’t met up in a while. Thank you for surprising me, and thank you for going to all that effort, because you really didn’t have to. I’ll never forget you as long as I live, Love you forever. <3 <3 <3

(photo creds to @southwesteros and Erica Worden)

Fic: Ruffled Feathers (CS, OuaT, M, Smutty Humor)

Title: Ruffled Feathers

Author: Roguie et al.

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Pairing: Hook/Emma

Word Count: 3050

Rating: M – explicit fun times.

Spoilers: Nothing, I took it out of time so it has nothing to do with the Frozen Arc.

Summary: What possible things could a drunken dwarf teach Killian about technology? The iphone is a must for a one handed pirate; how to call out, definitely; how to text, probably a good lesson; how to sext? There was one beer too many served that night at the Rabbit Hole, much to Emma’s shock as she’s stuck alone on a late night patrol.

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(1.8k of bday stuff. bc niall deserves better.) 

Zayn picks up the phone with a grunt. “What?”

“Why haven’t you tweeted Niall for his birthday? Did you text him?” Harry demands.

Zayn leans over and snubs out his joint on the ashtray beside the pool. His alligator floaty is creeping across the surface of the water like a proper gator. He’s tried to film it a couple times to send to Safaa but it keeps coming out wrong. Too slow, like. Too fake-looking, like the gloss spread all over Los Angeles like a layer of grease. Or suntan oil, maybe. “Okay, Mum,” Zayn says. “I’ll get right on it.”

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Fic: Development

Inspired by this post and much encouragement from anderson-hastings. All canonical dialogue sourced from gleetranscripts. ~2700 words, PG, probably obscenely sappy.

In Kurt’s mind, McKinley High School had exactly one thing going for it: the wifi was unblocked, thanks to Figgins’ total technological ineptitude.

(And, okay, glee club was also decent sometimes, when everyone wasn’t infighting over solos and relationships. It still gave Kurt more stress headaches than he really wanted to have, though.)

This complete access to the Internet allowed Kurt to scroll through his Tumblr pretty much whenever he felt like it, so his queue could always be stocked and he could be in near constant contact with his small collection of Internet friends. Sure, his blog wasn’t massively popular, but he got enough messages swooning over its aesthetics that he wanted to devote as much time to it as possible to keep it looking good.

He had only one rule: everything he posted had to be black and white, with the occasional text post thrown in for fun or as a life update. If Kurt was being honest with himself, the black and white reflected how muted and somber he felt outside of the Internet, like his world was just dreary, interchangeable shades of gray.

Kurt shook himself and focused back on his phone, where a new post had shown up in the “black and white” tag he tracked.

bowtiebirdie: hey guys, what’s up? I’m new here and hoping to find some good b+w blogs to follow as inspiration - like this post if you think I should give you a look!

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Bodyguard

Dedicated to goldcaught, as one of her tag rants about needing an AU with Klaus being Caroline’s bodyguard is the basis of this fic and I wouldn’t have written it without her! Smut warning

When Caroline Forbes hired a personal bodyguard, it was withone motive and one motive only: protect herself from Tyler Lockwood and his stalker-liketendencies.

Breaking up with him had been for the best, really—he was onthe fast track to be NFL Rookie of the Year, and she was lined up as the next big singer-songwriter after Taylor Swift–not that she’d ever brag about it, of course.

She had known he would be upset. Furious, even. But what she hadn’t counted on was his vengeful streak to rear its ugly head.

The first incident he had crashed her birthday party and started a fist fight with one of her guests.

The second time, he had somehow managed to sneak into her home in Los Angeles and beg her to return to him, eventually shattering a wine glass that he had thrown dangerously close to her head.

Hence, the pressing need for a bodyguard.

Katherine had sworn her fiancé Elijah’s brother was the best in the business and handsome to boot, and when he first appeared in his dark clothes and Aviators, she had to admit he was quite easy on the eyes.

Until he opened his mouth.

Niklaus Mikaelson, however attractive, was one of the most infuriating, arrogant men she had ever encountered, with his condescending pet names for her and his teasing about her neuroticism and his refusal to leave her alone even for one small shopping spree. Their days usually ended with a full-blown argument over even the most trivial of matters.

But slowly, so gradual that she hardly realized it, all that began to change.

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Crowns For A Prince (Chapter 1)

prompt/summary: SOMEONE KEEPS LEAVING PASTEL!DAN FLOWER CROWNS: IN HIS LOCKER, ON HIS DESK, ETC. HE HAS NO IDEA WHO IT IS UNTIL HE CATCHES PUNK!PHIL TRYING TO LEAVE HIM ONE…AND IDK WHERE TO GO FROM THERE YAY (I HOPE THAT CAN BE LONG ENOUGH

a/n: yey! finally it’s here! so i’m probably gonna update this every week? idrk. i hope so. anyways. i hope you enjoy! thanks to @rainbowreese for the prompt and @daydreamedmemories for proofreading it


Dan hated biology. No, he didn’t hate biology, he loathed it. Why did he need to know what mitochondria did and how cells reproduced? Ms. Heathrow was the most despicable woman he had ever met. He was sure of it. She was short and stubby, and had her clearly re-dyed ginger hair up in a bun as tight as ballerina’s. But that wasn’t what annoyed him. After all, it was school, not a beauty pageant. What really got him was her annoying sesame street-esque, patronizing tone that made him feel like a two year-old; mixed with a series of passive aggressive insults which were a bomb to his self-esteem.  He would seriously rather just be told he was plain stupid than “Dan, what do red cells do, sweetie? Do you know, honey pie?” and after inevitably muttering out a wrong answer getting a “Well, then it seems somebody has been a bad, little boy and should be punished for not studying. After all, we don’t want a troglodyte for a student in this classroom, now do we?  Would you please go to the shame-shame corner sweetie? That’s right thank you.” He was smart, but biology was definitely not his forte.

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My 1989 Experience ft the Red Tour.

I never really took the time to write a post about my 1989 experience with a small insight into my Red Tour Concert. I guess reality and life took over after such a magical event and I never really got to put it all into words. I want to share my dream coming true because I really hope that if you’re reading this, yours come true someday too. So here goes… 

The Red Tour

After being a Swiftie since 2008, I finally got the chance to attend one of Tay’s tours and it was more than I could have ever imagined. Growing up in a small town in England, my family and I bought tickets to the RED tour in Kansas City, USA… Me and my little brother decided to make our posters bright, with his expressing our travels and mine featuring a sketch of Taylor on one side and Ed Sheeran on the other. We all dressed in red and added lights! My t-shirt pointed to my brother and said, ‘God smiles on my little brother’ and his pointed to e to say, ‘Never Grow Up’. Both lyrics/songs mean a lot to me so it was lovely to put them on t-shirts.
    After four flights, we finally made it! We were all so tired and in a rush to make it on time but it was worth it. People wanted to take pictures with us and the security loved us so much that they called the ‘manager’ to come and see what we had made… The 'manager’ turned out to be Mama Swift and I cannot tell you how lovely and beautiful she is. She is honestly the most wonderful woman. I met some amazing Swifties and the concert was so magical… I still have confetti from the end of the show <3 It was such a long journey but I would fly across the world to see her again.

The 1989 Tour

So where to start? I guess it all began the day I heard 1989 for the first time; with every song, I began sketching and doodling ideas for possible outfits. After debates, I finally decided to create a polaroid skirt….

Creating the Skirt:
When I first envisioned a polaroid skirt, I thought it would be simple… Sewing a few pictures on, how hard can it be, right? WRONG. I had over sixty polaroids that I had to work onto my skirt. I began by making small sketches of colour ideas, layering techniques and style. From this, I showed my mum and we bought a basic black circle skirt. However, when we began to pin the polaroids on the skirt, we realised that a full circle skirt was not going to work! The polaroids were difficult enough in texture and this certain skirt made them hang really weirdly. We found another skirt and experimented more, and luckily it worked. To help vision the skirt, we attached it to a mannequin  and added the images. After we were happy, my mum sewed them all on whilst I  arranged them how I liked them best… And after many hours, we finally completed it!

Making the Poster:
Once the skirt was completed, me and Sam decided to work on the poster. We had so many discussions and change of ideas for this one haha… In the end, we wanted to go for an older Tay style poster, hence the hands in a heart shape. Using poster board, card and lots of time, we finally got the shape we anted. After this we filled the shape with lyrics and doodles. To finish, we added Electroluminescent wire so it would light up at the concert! :)

The T-Shirts:
The T-shirts we wore were inspired by Bad Blood. I designed them on my computer adding both me and Sam’s names and adding 'Manchester Premiere 24.06.15’ to create personal, finer details.

The Concert:
Okay… So the whole thing was like a crazy ball of magical glitter!!! The night before, I put my outfit on Tumblr and went to sleep with 2 reblogs. The enxt morning, I woke to find that 300 people had liked/reblogged my photo and I was so surprised at the reaction I got. By the afternoon, I had over 800 notes and I can never ever thank all of the Swifties for sharing and supporting my hard work! <3 Anyhow, I curled my hair, added red lipstick and put on my skirt (which restricted me from sitting down properly :’) haha ) and finally made it to the concert with Sam. There were so many Swifties and cool outfits… People kept staring at my skirt and asking for pictures, including a man from a Newspaper Company and I was filled with this little sense of butterflies and happiness. We met two Swifties dressed in fox outfits and ended up making friends. Once the doors opened, we ran so fast to find Taylor Nation, and yes, we all had a joke saying, 'we are the foxes… and we RUN!’.
    When we arrived, the queue was so so long but we really wanted to get pictures. So we waited, and waited and waited for around an hour and a half. The girls dressed as foxes left but Sam convinced me to stay… We finally got to the front of the queue and we knew Tay was going to be on any minute. I was so worried that I was going to leave but once again, Sam said I should stay. We met some other Swifties who were so lovely- and we even ended up getting photos in the booth with them! I had written a card for both Taylor and Mama Swift, but I decided not to give them to anyone to pass on as I figured a lot of people do that. So I held onto them. After we had our photo taken, I was asked to get a picture alone on a different camera… I never really thought much of it; I guess I thought it was for the website or something but looking back now, it may have been for other reasons…
After this, I ran so fast to find out seats, I skipped buying a drink and just sprinted ragging Sam with me… :) We made it in time, got our bracelets on and I was so so happy.  When Tay came on, I was screaming so hard, I think I actually died right there and then. R.I.P me.
When Welcome to New York was playing, I saw Mama Swift walk past me and I freaked out so much! I tried to grab my card that I made for her but by the time I got it, she was gone… and as you can imagine, everyone swarmed around her to get pictures. I realised she wasn’t going to come back so I forgot about everything apart from the concert. Sam said he would mind my letter just in case… I was dancing and singing so much that I never thought about Loft 89 or meeting Tay because right in that moment, I was just so thankful to be at the concert…  
During the second song, Sam noticed a woman who was taking photos of me- I thought she was also a fan until I saw her go backstage… Once again, I didn’t really think about it too much.
      During the third song, I was dancing like crazy and somehow, I noticed Mama Swift passing me again. So, I shouted so loud, 'Mama Swift!!!!’ and she turned to look directly at me. My heart stopped and I was like, 'I wrote you a letter…’ and I tried to hand it to her… She smiled this amazing smile and said, 'OMG! WE HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU GUYS EVERYWHERE!’
I didn’t really process what she said so I spluttered, 'I wrote you a letter…’ Mama Swift then repeated, 'I don’t think you understand… we have literally been looking for you guys everywhere!’. At that moment I was in shock. Us? Me? What? Why? I questioned over and over. She asked us if we had ever met Tay and I began to cry so much. I told her no and she gave us Loft 89 passes. I kept on crying and thanking her. She asked if the card was for Taylor and I told her it wasn’t and that I had made it for her. She thanked me and carried on greeting other fans.
After that, I just enjoyed the concert and danced till the very end. I sang so much and I felt like I was in some kind of dream. I guess I’ve wanted to meet Taylor since 2008 and the fact it was going to happen was just magical  perfect enchanting … I can’t even describe it in words because words will never be enough to tell you how my heart was fluttering and pounding against my chest, how I wanted to cry all these fuzzy warm tears and how everything just fell right into place…

Loft 89:
After the show, we had to meet at a certain place so me and Sam ran to find it… We met two really lovely people and were discussing how it all happened! :D I called my mum to tell her and she cried… I thanked her for all her help with the skirt and told her how much I love her. When we entered Loft 89 there was pizza and cold drinks and it was perfect. Like Pizza and Tay?! What could be better ahha. I remember Ellie Golding playing in the background but the rest was a blur because of how excited I was. Me and Sam took a place in the corner and waited for Taylor to speak to us. When it was our turn, she came over and was like, 'OMG I saw your skirt on TUMBLR!!!’ and in that moment, everything fit together like a puzzle. Why people were taking photos of me, why Mama Swift said she was looking for us… Taylor personally wanted to meet me! :’( :D! She asked if it took a long time and I was like, 'yes, a VERY long time!’. She was like 'oh you sewed them all on that’s so cool!’ and asked if I wanted one of them signing…I said no thank you as I had a spare polaroid with me that I wanted her to sign. She asked my name and how to spell it and I swear my life was complete there and then. She knows my name and that’s all I ever wanted. She signed Sam’s Loft 89 pass and I gave her my card. I was so speechless that I never got to say everything I ever wanted but I wrote it all in the card. The card had a drawing of Elsa on it that I did :) She asked if we wanted a picture and I was like, 'YES!!!’. She saw our poster and was like, 'OMG this is so cute! Did you guys make this!?’ and I laughed and nodded. Taylor then giggled and was like, 'Can I just like, stick my head through it?!’ OMG I WAS LAUGHING SO MUCH! So that’s how we got such a cool unique photo- like Tay you are epic for that idea! We said our goodbyes and left Loft 89 after she met everyone else. I remember walking home that night so damn happy and it’s all because of Tay.

So Taylor, thank you for being there for me since 2008, thank you for picking me out of a crowd of 21,000 people and thank you for being my friend when no one else was. I know how lucky I was and I will never ever take that for granted.

I love you taylorswift, you are amazing in every single way.

From 2008, back to 1989 and to the endless years of forever and always…

Lizzie xxx

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On Thursday, October 2nd, I sent the above text to my best friend, Annie (andyoucallmeupagain), at 12:43 in the afternoon.

At 12:45 that same afternoon, I logged on tumblr and saw that I had a message from Taylor Nation asking for my contact info, which I knew could only mean one thing. I was going to meet Taylor Swift.

Thursday started out as a normal day. I got ready, turned the radio on in my car, and drove to school. Right before I got there, the song “Best Day of My Life” came on the radio. I instantly felt excited and energized, and for some odd reason I thought, wouldn’t it be cool if a Taylor song came on next? Kind of like a sign that just maybe I’ll get invited soon? And a few moments later, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” started playing, and I automatically had a feeling that I needed to check my inbox. Something good was in there. And that’s when I texted Annie. Two minutes later, my life was forever changed as I saw the message from Taylor’s tumblr account sitting in my inbox.

I emailed them my contact info like they asked, and not long after I got a call from Rhode Island. The girl on the phone explained who she was and what she was calling for. She then asked me a series of questions and finally said she would officially like to invite me to a listening session in Rhode Island this weekend. I put my mom on speaker so she could listen, too, and that’s when the girl said the invite was only for me. My mom sighed into the phone and the girl asked what was wrong. My mom explained how I had a sister who would love to meet Taylor. The girl told us she would talk to security, and a few minutes later she called back and said my sister could come, too. My family instantly made plans, and on Friday morning we left for Rhode Island.

After driving thirteen hours, we stopped at a hotel for the night in Connecticut. When we woke up, we drove into Rhode Island and checked into our hotel there. We then drove around looking for the place where we would meet, and we actually saw Taylor’s house along the way. To kill some time, my family and I went to the beach, and it was absolutely lovely. We haven’t been to a beach in so long, and I ended up writing things like “I Love Tay” in the sand.

When it came time to get ready, we went back to our hotel and got all pretty for Taylor. We then drove to the parking lot we were supposed to meet at, and there were already so many people there. Unfortunately, the weather was quite bad, and that put everything behind. We ended up waiting in the parking lot for about two hours. When we finally got to leave our vehicles, we went and signed an agreement, gave our stuff to one of the Taylor Nation girls, and were checked by security. My sister and I were then loaded into the shuttle and taken to Taylor’s house.

We arrived at her garage where we had to be checked by security again. Then someone led us up the stairs and into Taylor’s living room where there was food and drinks for us. Not long after, we were all allowed to go into this other living room where we would get to chill with Taylor and listen to her album.

When Taylor came out, no one was expecting her. She came out of nowhere and was like, “Well hey guys!” We all started screaming and crying, and she came and sat right by me. I was so close to my idol for the very first time! She was so beautiful and so tiny! And tall! I literally could not believe it was her. She also has the voice of an angel, and it is instantly calming. She made everyone feel relaxed and welcome in her home. We listened to the first half of her album then had intermission where she served us the cookies she made! Afterwards, we listened to the next half of the album and even had a little visitor named Olivia “Dibbles” Swift. After we heard the album, we had a dance party to Shake it Off, and I got to dance right beside her. It was so cool.

We were then taken to our little holding area which was one big living room while Taylor met with each group in another room. I was group seven out of nine, so I had to wait a little while. Her parents took us out on the balcony, and we got to see her pool and the ocean. It was an amazing view. Her mom showed us Taylor’s original WANEGBT lyrics which were handwritten on notebook paper and put in a frame. Her dad gave me some guitar picks from the Red era because he said the 1989 ones weren’t in yet. And, finally, it was my turn to meet the love of my life.

I quickly walked over to Taylor and embraced her for a hug. I sobbed so hard into her shoulder. I won’t tell you exactly what we talked about because it’s something I want to keep between her and I, but I could tell she was so interested in what I had to say and genuinely cared about me. She looked right into my eyes as I spoke, and that’s something I’ll remember forever. We then took our “sister picture” and I got my individual one with her. She said, “How do you want to pose?” I said, “Let’s do something creative! Something no one else has done!” She turned around to her shelf and said, “Let’s hold these lanterns!” We got the picture then she looked right at me and yelled, “We’re idiots!” and laughed so hard. I then asked her for one last hug and she embraced me so tightly. She put her head in my neck and said, “Thanks for coming, babe!” I could barely breathe. We then got our goodie bags, was checked by security again, and took the shuttle back to the parking lot.

I literally had the best day of my life. I am forever grateful for being hand picked by Taylor for that opportunity. I will never forget it for as long as I live. Please, if you’re reading this and believe you will never meet her, get that out of your head right now, because I promise you will. Until Thursday, I would cry and cry because I thought I would never get to thank my hero. But I did. It happened. And it was so beautiful.

Taylor, if you’re reading this, thank you. Thank you for being my best friend for all these years. Like I told you, I wouldn’t be able to live this life without you. I love you forever.