i used to love this song so much lol

CYaRon! is actually the most precious and innocent subunit

Just look at how pure their songs are compared to the other subunits.


  • Strawberry Trapper: You can’t run away, my target~
  • Torikoriko PLEASE!!: I’ll use magic words to make you my captive ♡


  • Guilty Night, Guilty Kiss!: Hey there, wanna dance with me? I know I’m irresistible. ;)
  • Tokimeki Bunruigaku: I’m trying to figure out these emotions. Want to…help me with my research? ;)
  • Yozora wa Nandemo Shitteru no?: i’m a horrible person because i hurt my best friend, oh gosh i feel so guilty about it and now i just wanna stay up all night and cry while looking at the stars…why can’t i just be honest with myself im sorry im sorry im s o rr y

anonymous asked:

Where'd your blog name come from?

In my younger years, when I was going through my anime/manga phase, I used to listen to lots of asian music groups and idols ( I still listen to) like f(x), M Flo, BoA, Uverworld, Epik High, Perfume aaand School Food Punishment.
SFP sadly broke up in June 2012, but the songs they made have this “new vibe” thing I fell in love with… like GoodBlue, Percentage, Butterfly Swimmer… and then After Laughter.
I liked that song so much that I decided to name my “alter ego“ after it (but it was already taken on tumblr so I had to edtt it a bit)

…yeah, I am a loser who named themselves after their favorite song. lol

Get to know Meme

(See what I did there?)

Tagged by the lovely @suzunesays @jemchew @frywen-babbles You guys are really rad and I love your work so much!

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

Relationship Status: Single.

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chaptsick. There’s so many flavors and honestly, I can’t do makeup to save my life 😅. Save for really heavy blue eyeshadow, rouge, and lipstick from when I used to dance (offstage, it’s like hooker makeup lol)

Last Movie I Watched: the Perks of Being a Wallflower. Great movie and book, with a great movie cast IMO

Last Song I Listened To: The Mamma Mia! Soundtrack

Top 3 Shows: I don’t watch tv that often anymore, but atm…. Steven Universe, How I Met Your Mother, and not technically a ‘TV’ show, but Game Grumps

Top 3 Characters: In SLBP, Mitsuhide, Kojuro, and Hideyoshi

Top 3 Ships: Me x 3.8 GPA, Me x Financial stability, & Me x Nintendo Switch

Jk but Victur x Yuuri, Jumin x MC, and BROTP Chris x Victor or Yuuri x Phicit

Tagging (sorry if you’ve already been tagged): @naerial @eroticincubi @sinfulinsecret @slbp-scenarios @slbpdrabbles @mikawa-province @wow-wow-baozhi @guacameowle @sengokugenkigirl


You ask me how deep I love you

How much my love is

My feeling does not waver

My love does not change

The Moon represents my heart 

Listening to a song & thinking about your otp level: Teresa Teng 


Jinyoung: So I was thinking… our debut song should be about how much girls love us and how hot we are and that we love girls and that girls think we are hot and amazing cause we love girls I love g-

Jackson: Thats not what it seemed9 like two hours ago when I was fu-

Jaebum: okAY!!!! Lets do it!! Sounds fun!! Doesnt sound misleading at all!!1!1!!12!

Mark: I totally agree, because with my experience every straight man I know talks about how much girls love him… continuously… for a full five minutes and twenty four seconds *dead pans into camera like hes in The Office*

10 songs, 10 mutuals

I got tagged for this by @komadoriwonder! Thanks! :3

I enjoy a large variety of music so this should be interesting.

RULES: Put your music on shuffle, post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 mutuals!

1. Ocarina of Time: Forest Temple -Good Knight Productions (Yep, video game music.)

2. Prologue -Mark Manchino (From Moana!)

3. DJ Got Us Fallin’ in Love -Nick Pitera (if you don’t know who he is look him up on YouTube. He has an amazing voice and I love him v much.)

4. Make This Day -Zac Brown Band

5. The Curse of The Sad Mummy -League of Legends (I don’t play LOL but the music is amazing.)

6. Amsterdam -Imagine Dragons (<33333)

7. Old Deuteronomy -Original Cast of Cats (I <3 Musicals.)

8. Do You Love Me? -Milton Greene (From Fiddler on the Roof!)

9. Quiet Your Mind -Zac Brown Band

10. Immortals -Fall Out Boy

I’m gonna tag…
@princessnightwing @tall-yet-smol @batwayneman @speedypan @cait-writes-stuff @preciousthingsareprecious @i-like-toytles @jaaaaason-todds and anyone else who wants to do this! Sorry, I’m really bad at remembering people to tag. TwT


S/C/A/R/E/C/R/OW //My Chemical Romance

Not requested. I just love this song so much and I think it’s really underrated. The only thing I think about when listening to this song is that, we all have this “scarecrow” in our lives. You know, those kind of people that should be protecting and guarding us are usually the ones who ends up scaring us. Like families who can’t accept everything about you or friends that don’t understand. Idk what I’m saying anymore. Lol
Just thinking out loud :)

Like/reblog if you save/use :))

Tagged by @ilgattopatata graziii :D!

Rules: Enter your answers then tag 10 people! Use the first letter of your name to answer each question. Real answers only. If the person who tagged you has the same initial, you must use different answers. You cannot use the same word twice.

My name starts with A

  • A four letter word: ‘Azzo… (only italians will understand)
  • A boys name: Achilles
  • An occupation: Author
  • Something you can wear: Angora (what its a textile so stfu)
  • A food: Amatriciana sauce
  • Something you find in a bathroom: A dark blue towel
  • A place: Aosta Valley
  • A reason for being late: Accident
  • Something you shout: Aoh! (però non sono romana lol)
  • A movie title: Alice through the looking glass
  • Something you drink: Aperol spriss
  • A type of car: Alfa Romeo
  • Title of a song: Ashes, by Sergio Sylvestre (damn i love it so much fukc)

Tagging my loved ones: @honetsteve @pomodorotiamo @werestillalive @rubgayy @miri20-10-2000 @jubesy @tinygaypuppy @nessoverjoyed @gwen-chan @generalecapodiurano

(wish I could tag more people!)

Soulmates (Namjoon Fluff)

*Two Requests Combined~*

Anon asked:  I request a Namjoon soulmate AU fluff! I love your writing! and  Oh is it possible I can request a Namjoon AU fluff about love at first sight? That would be cute! Thanks^^

Warning: Mentions of sex (That’s pretty much it lol)

-Requests Closed- 

Word Count : 2364 words

Love was taboo.

Flowers were meant to grow in the ground, not cut and bundled together. Chocolate were meant to a treat, not a romantic gesture. Love songs were banned, paintings about love were kicked in. Soulmates were a fabrication of the old generation, lies told so we think that love was worth something.

They teach us that love doesn’t exist, romance is fake and wrong and our main concern should be reproduction.

But he couldn’t believe that.

Their messages couldn’t get through to him since the day they let boys and girls meet.

The government let him meet you when he was younger before the pubescent stage so his hormones were in check. He couldn’t help but notice stare at you, being the prettiest girl in the room.

Your flowing hair was enchanting, your eyes were radiant and your smile made him weak in the knees. As he grew, he was lucky to see glimpses of you. You became more beautiful, taller and you had this aura around you.

He knew he had fallen for you since that day.

But today was the end. The choosing ceremony. Each girl had to choose the male she wanted to be with, in front of everyone.

What if you didn’t want him? Was there another guy that you wanted? Was he good enough for you?

He followed the other guys in the line, his friends awfully cheery.

“We finally get out of this school!”

“I wonder who’s going to pick me.”

“No girl would want you!”

“What did you say, punk?”

“Could you two quit it? I’m trying to think here.”

“Taehyung, apologize.”

“Hyung, I was just saying the truth!”

“It’s not very nice to say mean things to your friends, Taehyung.” He apologized for the sake of Jin, not wanting to disappoint him.

“Namjoon, are you nervous?”


“Hyung, are you stuttering?”

“Shut up.”

“Awe, is wittle Namjoon afraid he won’t get picked?” Here he goes again, Ryan and his little friends. He has hated Namjoon since they were kids, always beating him in everything academic.

“Fuck off, Ryan.”

“The only thing I’m going to fuck is Y/N. With that tight little body, those hips and her sexy legs. I can’t wait to hear her pretty voice moan for-” Before he could stop himself, he had punched Ryan. By the time he had realized what he had done, he was being taken to the office.

“Not you two again.”

“Headmaster, he just attacked me! All I did was talk about one of the girls’ body.”

“You deserved it, you dick.”

“At least I have one.”

“Just because you act like one, doesn’t mean you have one. But I guess you are what you eat.”

“You little f-”

“Finish that word, Ryan and you’ll be in detention long enough that Namjoon’s children will be old enough to come here.”

“Now, you two should be grateful that I’m letting you two off only because of the choosing ceremony and I’m sure you two won’t want to miss it for the world. Now, out of my office and if you two start this again, you’re going to the stables.”

The stables was an isolated island where they put the children that misbehave. Or so we’re told. Nobody that had been sent to the stables ever returned, the perfect excuse for adults to get children to behave.

‘If you’re bad, your teacher will send you to the stables’

‘Bully me again and I’ll tell the teacher to send you to the stables’

He walked down to the hall, the boys all on stage and the girls were sitting in rows. Boys were almost auctioned off, being watched by hungry eyes before being chosen.

He hoped you would look at him, choose him before anyone else could have him. The girls whispered, before one by one their names were being called.

His friends were taken by girls quickly, but he still stood until they called your name.

“Miss Y/N, it’s your turn.” They were still a lot of boys and Ryan had already been chosen. You walked past everyone, the guys eyeing your body hungrily. He thought his hopes were dashed until he felt your fingers intertwine with his.

“I choose you.” He looked at you in shock before looking away. He was praying that he wasn’t blushing and he followed you offstage.

For now onward, your body now belonged to him and his body belonged to yours.

“So, what’s your name?”


“You’re really hot, Namjoon.”

“You’re really beautiful, Y/N.”

“Thank you~”

“You two, time for you to go home.” After a boy has been chosen at the choosing ceremony, they sent the pair off to a new home. It was private from the eyes and ears of others, letting the couple have sex as much as they want to.

They expected women to be pregnant by their first year of choosing, at least producing an offspring before they would become lenient.

Twins made you lucky, triplets would make you valuable. If you fail to produce an offspring, they will make you work in the slave trade. Forced to have sex with anyone and your body will become a public urinal.

You dragged him along, eager to go to your new home and it was spacious. The walls covering in scarlet, making the room have an alluring aura.

“Come on, don’t be shy.” The bedroom was large, holding a queen sized bed. A white canopy made it stand out against the dark walls.

He looked to you, you still held his hand before leading him onto the ottoman. He sat and you straddled him, moving your hips to create friction.

“You already like this, Namjoon?”


“Didn’t I say don’t be shy?” You lifted his chin, pressing your lips against his. He always wondered what your lips tasted like, the sweet strawberry flavour on his tongue. The kiss was passionate but for all the wrong reasons.

He wanted to kiss you like this but not for it to lead to sex. He didn’t want to use you like your purpose was to birth his children. He wanted to love you, even if it meant he would become an outcast.

He wanted you to love him like he loved you.

He threw you to the bed, you biting your lip. You probably took it as him taking control and continuing what you started but that wasn’t his intentions.

“Namjoon-” He cut you off, kissing you but this time without the burning lust that was behind the first. Your hand cupped his cheek as he kissed you.

Your lips became his addiction, no more than a few seconds passed with his lips touching yours.

“I can’t…”


“I can’t do this.”

“I can help-”

“I don’t want to have sex with you, Y/N!”


“I don’t want it to be like this. I don’t want to use you like this. I want to…”

"You want to what?”

“Nothing.” He left the room, not wanting you to persuade him. He had to think with his head, not his “other” head.

He moved to the couch, grabbing a blanket and lied there. You hadn’t come out, probably confused as to why he did that.

He woke up the next day, feeling something, or rather someone, touching him.


“Teehee, good morning.”

“What are you doing?”

“I want to make you feel good.”

“S-Stop.” Your hand pulled out his cock, growing hard unintentionally.

“Huh? Your cock isn’t saying the same thing.” You pumped his shaft, making him have to bite his lip. He couldn’t encourage you to go further with his groans no matter how good it felt with your hand wrapped around him.

“Don’t be shy, Namjoon. I want to know how good you feel.” You bent down to lick him, quick and short licks to his tip before you were sucking on the tip.

“Y/N, n-no.”

“Please stop..!”

“I don’t want to. Please.” He pulled you off him, grabbing your wrists and getting on top of you. His cock throbbed, dissatisfied without your touch and he had to fight it.


“L-Later okay? I want to take you somewhere…”


You were visibly angry with him, having been rejected twice and he needed to make it up to you. Being outside with you, he realized sex was encouraged in this society.

Every store had something to do with being sexy or having actual sex. He kept wanting until he found the backdoor to where he wanted to go.

"Namjoon, what is this?”

“Just follow me.” You listened, him taking your hand and leading you inside.

“Wow.” He found a place that had paintings along the walls, expressing the forbidden love that would only bloom underground. He had also set up breakfast, having to beg his friends to make sure they bought everything he asked for.

“How did you set this up?”

“I have my ways.” He pulled out your chair out of you and ate with you. You happily munched on your food, and he couldn’t help but stare.

“Is there something on my face?”

“It’s just that you look so pretty.”


“Forget what I said, I have something else to show you. First, close your eyes.”

“How am I supposed to see it if my eyes are closed?” You mumbled but did as you were told. He also wrote you a little poem from years ago, promising himself that he would give it to you if he ever got the chance. Maybe it would make you change your mind about wanting to sleep with him. Maybe you’ll rip it apart and try twice as hard to make him enslaved to your body. Maybe you’ll report him and he’ll never see you again. 

This was his chance.

“Here. Open 'em. I don’t care about what you do with it but I just need you to see it.”

You took the folded paper which was his heart and put it in your pocket for later. He was glad you hadn’t come onto him in public, not that anyone would care. In fact, I think people would want you two to. You two went to the bedroom and he turned his back to you, grabbing some clothes before he felt your breasts pressing against his back. Your hand stealthily stroking his bulge and he remembered his words from earlier.

“You promised me, Joonie…”

"I know but…”

"You’re getting hard…”

"Tonight, I promise just please…” He grabbed your hand, pulling it away from him and quickly going to the bathroom. He took a roll of toilet paper, relieving himself as quietly as he could before changing into comfortable clothes. He came out, seeing you lying on the bed. You were wearing his shirt, the note in your hand. 

He somehow managed to sneak past you, going to the living room and turning on the TV. He mindlessly watched TV until he heard your footsteps coming towards him. He was afraid, what could you say?

Instead, you turned into the kitchen, grabbing something and returning to the bedroom. He stayed seated, pondering on what just happened. Although there was no words between you, it spoke more than your lips could.

It’s been a few days, still no words about his note. He left you more, the only way of communicating with you and you won’t reply. You kept your distance, not letting him touch at all. A slight brush would have you jolting across the room and he was getting desperate. 

He came home before you, only seeing you enter the front door and scurry to the bedroom where you would remain. But not today.



“Talk to me, come on sit.” You sat diagonal from him, sitting on the chair and hugging your knees. 

“What is it?”

“I missed you.”

“I didn’t go anywhere.”

“You don’t even look at me, Y/N. You lock the bedroom door and come out to eat. It’s like I’m invisible to you.”

“That’s- it’s just because of… you know?”

“Because I love you.”

“Don’t say those words, Namjoon.”

“What, you don’t want me to say 'I love you’?”



“Love is forbidden! We aren’t allowed to love.”

“Who cares? I won’t deny it either.”

“Namjoon. Please, don’t.”

“I love you, Y/N.” He was on his knees in front of you, and you hid your face. He tickled you and your laughter filled the room. You beg and pleaded with hi m to stop and ran away from him. He chased around, wanting to hear you laugh more.

He caught you on the bed, holding you down while tickling you.

“N-Namjoon… S-STOP…” He stopped, staying on top of you and looked into your eyes. You didn’t squirm and he let go of your wrists. He was surprised when you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until his lips was pressing against yours. Your lips moved in a beautiful sync, bursts of passion and ecstasy being released. He pulled away, getting off you to sit on the edge of the bed. You sat next to him, placing you hand on top of his.


“I’ll give it a shot.”

The smell of breakfast woke him up and he noticed the bed’s outline of where your body was. He stumbled into the kitchen, seeing you in his shirt and hugged you from behind.

“O-Oh, Namjoon.”

“Morning, babe.”



“You’re pressing… against me…”

“I-I… Forgive me!”

“You know, you act like the exact opposite of the way you look.” He pulled away from you and you turned, leaning against the counter adjacent to the stove. You turned it off and placed it in on a plate first before looking at him.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re a dork.”

“But I’m your dork.”

“Are you always going to be like this?”

“Is it going to be a problem?” He stepped in forward, trapping you against the counter with either arm beside you.

“Maybe.” You bit your lower lip before pulling his shirt, bringing his lips on top of yours. He relished in the taste of your lips, it was a flavour he could never get sick of.  


I was tagged by @firebyfire​ Thank you so much dear!

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: Single and happy :)

Lipstick or chapstick: Both, I hate the feeling of them on my lips but they look nice so I will still use both.

Last song I listened to:  ‘Human’ - Rag’n’Bone Man

Last movie I watched: ‘Beauty & The Beasts (2017)’

Top 3 characters: Newt Scamander, APH England, … this is too hard, guess I’m gonna pick … Pickett (lol It’s not a pun) sorry I like a lot of characters but I can’t pick one for the 3rd place. My obsessive level for Newt and England make other characters pale in comparison.

Top 3 ships: Gramander, AllxNewt, AllxEngland 

Not gonna tag anyone for now (I just tagged you guys 10 millions tags and please don’t hate me ; w ;)

anonymous asked:

do you have any tips on how to make such good graphics as you do? i love making edits/graphics so much but they always come out bland&boring. yours have such life in them all so many textures and i just love them so much!

Hello anon! thank you so much! well first, i usually plan my graphics ahead of time with a theme in mind, whether it’s a song/poem/etc. then you can plan it out or sketch it (i doodle mine on a paper lol) and choose a color scheme next. you can choose your color schemes using google by just typing or searching for good color matching. I use pastel often so yeah. As for textures, I experiment with them :) you can add everything or anything you want just to balance it out but make sure not to overpower the center/theme of your graphic. be minimalist as possible OR be as crazy as possible lol. and once you’re done, you can always edit it out and add some more if you’re not satisfied. it’s just really having fun and being comfortable with what you create…don’t forget that you’re sharing your talent out there, and there’s absolutely no thing as a bland or boring art. each style is unique and i wish you would show me your graphics one day :D

birdie-blues  asked:


Heather, Weather, Feather, Leather.. You’re seriously my faveeeee person in da whole wide world! Remember when we use to sing songs to each other on Skype at 12am, lol?! I love all your sims so so so much! Except James.. I CANNOT stand James! :| lmao just kidding.. Also I kinda hate you because your skin making & editing skills are a million times better than mines would EVER be! But honestly, I’m so glad I met cha’ because I couldn’t imagine my life without you!


A/N: This is a song fic. The song is We Don’t Talk Anymore by Charlie Puth ft. Selena Gomez.

Also, it’s late right now and I’m super tired so I truly hope this turned out well- I’m like half-asleep rn so I hope there isn’t too many mistakes…oops? I just really wanted to publish something before I go to sleep lol.

Anonymously requested:  Hi can i request a song fic based on “We don’t talk anymore” by Charlie Puth with either Tony or Clint please?? Also can it be like super angsty cause I’m in need of some Clint or tony angst lmao Thank you I love your writing and blog so much :))))

Warning: Angst

Word Count: 2,031 (that’s including the lyrics)

Pairing: Clint x Reader

I hope you like this-

Originally posted by imaginesforlifetime

We don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore
Like we used to do
We don’t laugh anymore
What was all of it for?
Ohh, we don’t talk anymore, like we used to do…

Calculating green eyes followed the man that stepped foot into the kitchen. She was quieter than usual as she watched the man stand up front of the coffee machine, his eyes glazed over and distant. He stared at the machine for a moment before exhaling softly, his head drooping ever so slightly before he turned his back to the machine and left the room.

“What was that about?” Natasha turned her head when the blonde man left the room only to be met with a concerned looking Steve and Sam.

“Do you know who Y/N is?” Natasha asked the men before her but she was only met with a shake of a head and a dumbfounded look. Her eyes looked down as a soft smile formed on her lips gracefully before she looked up again. “She’s the woman who has Clint’s heart and she’s been invited to Tony’s party…but they don’t talk anymore.”

I just heard you found the one, you been looking
You been looking for
I wish I would have known that wasn’t me
Cause even after all this time
I still wonder
Why I can’t move on
Just the way you did so easily

Clint’s eyes widened ever so slightly when you stepped through the door. “She really came?” He asked as his heart thumped harder and his eyes slowly started to sting.

“Well I did invite her,” Tony’s voice was so casual as he made himself a drink from behind the bar. But Clint never turned to look at him, his eyes staying on you. He didn’t know what to do and he felt all his emotions for you coming back to him like a tsunami wave. He still loved you and the fact that you were here at Stark’s party gave him hope that you didn’t hate him as much anymore. But all his hopes came crashing down when a man walked through the door slipping an arm around your waist.

He quickly turned around, head down, as he stared at his drink. He blinked rapidly so the stinging in his eyes would go away as one thought crossed his mind. You used to smile at him like that.

Don’t wanna know
Kinda dress you’re wearing tonight
If he’s holdin’ into you so tight
The way I did before
I overdosed
Shoulda known your love was a game
Now I can’t get you out of my brain
Ohh, it’s such a shame

Every time his eyes closed flashes of you crossed his mind. He couldn’t get you off his mind. It had been a week since Tony’s party and he still felt like taking a nap for twenty thousand years so he didn’t have to face the world.

You had looked so good, so beautiful, so happy but it was because of the man you were with the whole night…not because of him.

Clint couldn’t get the scene from his mind.  The guy you were with that night, held you close all night long, holding you so tight like if he loosened his grip you would disappear. Clint scoffed to himself bitterly- he should have held onto you tighter because then maybe you would have still been with him.

That we don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore
Like we used to do
We don’t laugh anymore
What was all of it for?
Oh, we don’t talk anymore
Like we used to

Memories of late nights with you crossed his mind like a movie. He remembered how hard he made you laugh as you cuddle on the couch on a rainy afternoon watching movies. He swore to you he could lift you like Patrick Swayze lifted Jennifer Grey in Dirty Dancing and the laughter that sounded through the living room had his heart racing and a big stupid grin planted on his face.

He also remembered when you both sat on the kitchen counter laughing until your stomachs were hurting as coffee brewed in the background. It was three in the morning and coffee wasn’t going to help you sleep anytime soon but you didn’t care, sipping the hot coffee carefully as your conversation turned to the past and the future and everything in between.

I just hope you’re lying next to somebody
Who knows how to love you like me
There must be a good reason that you’re gone
Every now and then I think you might want me to
Come show up at your door
But I’m just too afraid I’ll be wrong

It’s been a week since you went to Tony’s party and your heart was still racing. You didn’t know how it would go but you were right about one thing. Clint still had your heart pounding and hands shaking. He meant the world to you but you didn’t know how to face him after… and so you brought the guy you had been kind of seeing. And it helped- but not really. So when Tony invited you to another party, you went solo.

The party was in full swing when you arrived. Last time Clint was at Tony’s party he was alone and stayed next to the bar most of the night. But now, a gorgeous woman stood by his side all smiles and he was looking at her and not at you. You tried to push your feelings back because you had moved on…well that was what you were trying to convince yourself but it was clear now, that Clint was trying to move on too.

But you couldn’t help but glance over at Clint every few minutes like you were hallucinating the woman on his arm. But every time you looked over the woman was still there hugging his arm and smiling at the people next to her. So you looked away focusing on the person who was talking to you, not knowing Clint was now looking over at you.


You had finally caught a break and you about thrown yourself against the bar. Your heels were killing you and that was what you were trying to convince yourself as the reason your eyes were stinging with tears and not because Clint had just kissed his new girl on the cheek not five minutes ago and held her close like he used to do with you.

Letting out a sigh you downed your drink in one go before shaking your head as if to get rid of the image. You needed to get a hold of yourself. Your eyes scanned the big crowd and you noticed Clint making a beeline to the balcony outside. Out of instinct you felt yourself lifting from the chair to join him before realization hit and you slumped back down. He didn’t want you. And you felt like you proven yourself right when the girl, who had been all over him all night, slipped outside to join him.

Don’t wanna know
If you’re looking into her eyes
If she’s holdin’ onto you so tight the way I did before
I overdosed
Should’ve known your was a game
Now I can’t get you out of my brain
Oh, it’s such a shame

You turned around when you saw the woman join Clint outside. You lifted a finger signaling the bartender for another drink and the guy complied immediately. You flashed him a small smile before downing the drink and reveled in the slight burn as the alcohol slide down your throat smoothly. You didn’t want to see Clint hugging another girl or kissing another girl.

You glared at your empty glass, why did you even come here? Better yet, why did you give up on Clint so easily and let your world slip through your fingers like it was nothing?

Your eyes watered and your heart clenched but suddenly another glass slid into your vision and the bartender gave you a sadden smile that you flinched at. But you took the drink grateful for the distraction and took your time to drink it.

That we don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore
We don’t talk anymore
We don’t laugh anymore
What was all of it for?
Oh, we don’t talk anymore
Like we used to

You had enough. You had stayed at the party long enough and it was time to go home, alone. You shivered and then shook your head as if this would get your negative thoughts to leave you, but nothing happened. You let out a heavy sigh through your nose and stood up from your stool. You weren’t going to say good bye to anyone, you didn’t want to. You felt so drained and done with everything.

You slipped through the crowd easily, keeping your head down and footsteps fast. You didn’t know you were holding your breath until you clicked the down button for the elevator and felt like you could breathe again. You immediately took off your heels and held them in your hands as you pushed the button for the ground floor.

The doors were just closing when you heard heavy footsteps approaching fast towards you. “Wait! Hold the door!” The guy yelled and you complied holding the doors from closing and kept your eyes down as the guy slide in. “Aw, thanks.” He breathed and you looked up to say no problem but you froze. Clint looked over and seemed to be just like you, frozen in place with his mouth gaped.

Luckily, you recovered quickly and stood straighter. “No problem,” you mumbled and moved to the corner of the elevator trying to distance yourself from him as much as you could. The elevator fell silent and you loathed that. You didn’t feel comfortable enough to start a conversation though. Didn’t elevator play music? Because anything would be better than the awkward tension that was thick and suffocating you in the tiny elevator you stood in with Clint. Your eyes flickered to the sign above the doors and pouted when you saw the numbers slowly decreasing.

Your fingers tapped the bar impatiently and you could see Clint was shifting from foot to foot, mouth opening every once in awhile but nothing ever came out. But you kind of wished he would say something, but alas it was silent and suddenly the doors were opening.

Neither one of you moved and the tension was eating you up inside. You couldn’t do this. Finally, you shifted facing him just as he did, both of your mouths opening. You stared at him for a second then, you hadn’t been this close to him in months, and that hurt you to know this. But when you went to speak and say something, only one thing came out. “Goodbye.” The word rung between you two and it looked like someone just punched him. And you couldn’t handle that so you did what you usually did when you said Goodbye, you left.

Not once did you turn around to look at Clint, your mind rushing with thoughts and pain consuming you so fast you thought you might faint. But you made it to your car and you easily slipped inside. But once you were alone everything took its toll on you and the tears came like a storm you couldn’t control. A broken sob echoing in your car.

But what you didn’t know was that Clint wasn’t in any better shape. He stood frozen in the elevator again watching helplessly as you slipped through his fingers again. Walking out of his life again. His mind was all over the place. Did you really mean goodbye? Or were you just saying goodbye like a goodnight? The pessimistic side of him won though and the worst thoughts surrounded him and suddenly he couldn’t breathe at the thought of you truly being gone from his life. A gasp for air escaped him and he crashed to his knees, his cheeks immediately getting wet from the rush of tears escaping his eyes. “Goodbye,” he whispered.

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my own epic ranking of the white album
a better list of koels fake and gay list @silvercorvidking @trashgoddessofbeatlemania im also tagging mags in it too bcuz she was involved anyways its 4.24 lets do this
1. Back In The USSR
2. Happiness Is A Warm Gun
3. Julia
4. Honey Pie (liking this song is really a hit or miss, you either love or hate it, and i really love it)
5. Helter Skelter
6. Mother Nature’s Son
7. Revolution 1 (looking back i should have put this higher lol)
8. Julia
9. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da (i used to fucking hate this song so much but i love it now???)
10. I’m So Tired (hate 2 be that person but same??)
11. Sexy Sadie
12. I Will
14. Everybody’s Got Something To Hide Except For Me And My Monkey
i dont really like anything past here lol
15. Long, Long, Long
16. i give up wtf why is the white album so long ugh


camila_cabello: OKAY BUT IF YOU ARE IN THIS FANDOM YOU KNOW I WAS LITERALLY LIVING A SWIFTIE’S DREAM LAST NIGHT. before we met and became friends, before our heart to hearts about boys and love and heartache and Internet slang, i knew every word of every song and said in every interview how much i looked up to her as an artist and as a person- and last night she invited us to perform on the 1989 tour and she was the sixth harmony!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i almost went into a fit of tears as we were going up the risers but I was like CAMILA PULL IT TOGETHER. LOL. thank you so much Tay and her swifties for making us feel so welcome