i want to be on tour forever

A note about Dan and Phil

I just want the truth. I wish D&P would make a video clearing everything up. for example, it they are actually dating they could be like, ‘We are actually dating, we’re sharing a room and an apartment tour is coming soon’ If they’re not dating they could say 'We’re not dating, we don’t care what you say, we’re just best friends and an apartment tour is coming soon’ I understand telling your fans that you’re dating someone who you’ve been saying isn’t your boyfriend for forever must be hard but, it’s not like much would change. The phandom already refers to D&P like they’re married, the only thing that would change would be that Phan is official and there would be a lot less subtlety towards each other *cough* *cough* not that there’s much. Also that would mean they wouldn’t have to hide or be on edge when they go into the outside world and not be scared if someone sees them holding hands.The bottom line is, I want an apartment tour

ineptshieldmaid  asked:

Sam I have an important Chicago question: just north of the DuSable bridge there is a statue of what looks like Abe Lincoln excitedly taking a man in a knitted sweater on a first date. I only saw it from a bus, so didn't get either a photo or an explanation. Can you explain this phenomenon? Are Abe and Sweater Man happy???

*head in hands* FUCKING SEWARD JOHNSON

You have triggered the rage within me, so now you will ALL be treated to an outside-the-readmore screed about SEWARD GODDAMN JOHNSON. 

I don’t normally attack artists because a) it scares my friends who are artists (I love you all, you are beautiful, don’t be afraid) and b) honestly most artists don’t deserve the level of vitriol I’m about to employ. I want you all to remember that the seething hatred I feel for Seward Johnson is driven in large part by class consciousness. 

But not entirely. So let’s begin. 

First what you have to know is that Seward Johnson is a “sculptor”. If you google “seward johnson sculpture” you’ll get an idea of his work, most of which is terrible. I feel okay calling his work terrible because he is also the scion of the family that founded SC Johnson Johnson & Johnson (my bad), so he has all the money he needs and could step back, do his art for funsies, and let people with actual talent or two original thoughts in their heads exhibit their art, but he doesn’t, he forces his terrible art on all of us. 

The reason I harbor such animosity towards Seward Johnson is that he has been exhibiting on Pioneer Plaza (that area north of the DuSable Bridge) for almost a decade now, and when I worked in the north loop I had to walk past his art every day. It was bad enough when the sculpture was American Gothic, rendered without talent or meaning into three dimensions and provided with luggage. 

How very fucking dare you, you talentless hack

These things are sculpted out of what amounts basically to styrofoam painted in rubberized/weatherized paint, so they are fragile, and tourists were constantly climbing on Farmer’s shoes and falling into them when they found out it wasn’t the cheap but supple fiberglass you would expect of a tacky monstrosity more suited to a roadside motel than the business district of a major metropolitan city. (I would imagine this is why Abraham Lincoln And The Mayonnaise Sandwich has a little fence around it.) 

But American Gothic Motel Attraction was mostly just annoying because it was meaningless, derivative, and CONSTANTLY covered in gawkers getting in everyone’s way. 

Additionally, Seward Johnson’s sculptures on the Plaza are very popular photo spots for tourists, who carry lots of cash and are constantly distracted, which means beginning with The Assault On American Gothic it became a very popular spot for pickpockets. Which means members of our staff, who had nothing to do with this mess, got pickpocketed as collateral damage about once a week during the exhibition of…. 

Forever Marilyn.

SEWARD JOHNSON GO FUCK YOURSELF

This is a very famous image of Marilyn Monroe which is horrifying for the following reasons that Seward Johnson appears not to have understood nor cared about:

a) The day this was shot, on an open set with people leering at her all day, her husband, professional athlete and dirtbag Joe DiMaggio, found out about the filming. Rather than comfort his wife, who had been through some shit already that day, he became angry she’d been showing her panties in public and beat her so badly the neighbors called the police on him. Joe DiMaggio also go fuck yourself. 

b) IT’S IN A MOVIE INFAMOUSLY SET IN NEW YORK. To quote a local newspaper, “Did Chicago lose a bet?”

c) Yes, you can look up and see her panties. While this is juvenile, it’s not nearly as juvenile as the literally thousand of photographs I angrily photobombed of some douchebro from Fuckville Middle America in a backwards baseball cap standing between her legs with his face tilted upwards and his tongue out. 

Oh and btw before it was unveiled it looked like this: 

For literal days, before it was installed, she had a bag over her head. (For more on this, though the pictures are now missing, you can read my reaction post here.)

In any just world, there would be a trap door between her legs and everyone who tried to do the upskirt shot would fall into a pit where they would be forced to give five dollars to women’s shelters before they were allowed to leave. THAT would have been interesting art. 

Sidebar, both as contrast and because I love it: Marilyn left a few years ago and was briefly replaced by a refreshing and beautiful piece called The Watch, by Hebru Brantley. The Watch was playful and interesting and didn’t have a single upskirt. Hebru Brantley is a wonderful artist in his own right, but he was also a welcome breath of fresh air after Johnson’s mediocre tribute to sexual assault. 

The Watch was a temporary installation, however, and eventually along came Abraham Lincoln Approves Of White Men

It is an unfortunate coincidence that Confused Closeted Republican there is wearing khakis and a white shirt, the new uniform of the alt right, and it’s also coincidence that this is facing Trump Tower, but it’s not exactly helping Seward Johnson’s cause that he chose the blandest outfit possible for Paean To Confused White Bread. The sculpture is meant to be Lincoln, the darling of Illinois, welcoming a visitor to our fair city, but it sure does look like fresh meat is about to get a free trip to Boys Town with the Sixteenth President of the United States. 

This is what I mean when I say Seward Johnson lacks not only skill but also understanding: he clearly didn’t know that Lincoln’s sexuality is under enough debate to have its own wikipedia page, and he either didn’t know or didn’t care that Marilyn Monroe was nearly killed by her husband for shooting that scene. All he cares about is image and he’s bad at reproducing image. That is not a well-executed rendering of how human beings are, and dynamically speaking it’s boring. If he were good at visuals or if he had something meaningful to say I would be less angry, but he is mediocre at best and the statements his sculptures make are banal pap if they make any at all. 

But he is rich, and I guess either he likes Chicago or he’s got blackmail on Sam Zell, owner of Pioneer Plaza, so he gets to spatter his hideous, meaningless masturbation in my city. And lest you think Seward Johnson got here on his own merits, Forever Marilyn, now on tour from coast to coast, is owned by The Sculpture Foundation, which is heavily subsidized by Seward Johnson. He basically founded a nonprofit to ensure his work gets toured around and publicized and to ensure that if no museum wants it, it has a place to go to die (Palm Springs, CA). 

In short, I hope Abe and Sweater Man are happy, because at least then something good has come out of Seward Johnson’s astounding mediocrity. That said, if you are passing his latest work, spit on it for me. As performance art.

AMAZING SHOW

My first ever live show and it was to @markiplier You’re welcome tour. I got center seats in VIP and everything (hell I even stood on a chair in the middle of screaming). Tonight was amazing and totally worth the wait. I still remember when Mark first said he wanted to do an Improv show after seeing the Game Grumps. I’m so happy and proud of him. He’s come so far. Not to mention the excitement of seeing the old gang and new gang together LIVE didn’t make the night even more exciting!

Tonight will stay with me forever. Thank you, Mark.

Aqours 1st Live - Aida Rikako’s post-live thoughts

Aqours 1st LoveLive!
Thank you very much for the past two days at ~Step! ZERO to ONE~!! It really, really was a marvelous time. I had fun from the bottom of my heart, and I’m not even exaggerating. It really was a great feeling that made me feel like I was truly alive. I cannot forget everyone’s faces that I saw while I was going around on the trolley. Everyone was shining!!
In truth, when I first heard about the results of Sunshine’s audition, I was at Yokohama Arena with my mother. I can still remember when we were embracing each other even now. It has been 2 years since then. I would never have dreamed that we would be able to stand on this stage now. Love Live! Is something that a lot of people have given their love for, and I once again felt really blessed to be able to take part in it.
I learned the real value of becoming a team and going up from 0. There were 9 of us on stage, but the stage that we created was because of the all the team members, as well as the fans.

This is all I can say!
There was a lot of love enveloping us, and it really, really became a marvelous live!!!!!! However, I have something I must apologize to everyone for. I would like to apologize for the worries that I felt. After discussing with the rest of the team, I decided to perform on the piano. I never wanted to back down, so I requested to be given the chance to do it.
And so, I really give my apologies to the rest of the team who believed in me until the end; I betrayed them. It was exactly because of that that we did not discuss the possibility of failure. Also, having made the other members feel worry in that moment, as well as all the people who had paid money to watch a professional fail, all these emotions mixed together in my head and I panicked. Somehow, I was able to complete it on Day 1, so I calmed down and decided to play with more of a smile like Riko’s on Day 2. To be honest, I cannot remember that moment very well. But the members rushed over to me during the dance, and I also heard the voices of everyone there, so I was able to stop crying and bring back out the “Sakurauchi Riko” within Aida Rikako once again. Without that, my heart would’ve surely broken, and I would’ve regretted it for the rest of my life. Thank you very much for giving me another chance. And then the lyrics of Omoi yo Hitotsu ni Nare also resonated in my chest and supported me. I was once again able to realize how great the power of music was, and that it was able to give me so much courage.

“It was really the greatest performance by everyone! I was moved!” was what I heard from a lot of people, but a failure is a failure. I am no longer qualified to be a professional standing on stage. I really reflected on it.
And after that I had to perform with a smile. Because I was no longer qualified to cry. But I was able to continue until the very end thanks to the warmth of all the fans. Thank you, thank you very much for supporting me.
Also, I will never forget the members who rushed over so that I wouldn’t be alone, and held me and my hands in that unbelievable location, all the time from before the beginning until after the very end, as well as the fun after the live as they greeted me with smiles and laughed it off. Those 8 people who were there definitely felt the same way as everyone. I was glad that it was 9 people once again. Thank so so much for saving me.
And also, I am very grateful to the piano teacher who seriously taught the amateur me who could not even read musical notes for 3 months.
It was really difficult; my fingers did not move as I expected, but I was able to slowly get better and better at playing, and I was able to think, “Playing the piano is fun!” And that was definitely thanks to the people who told me so. I started the piano from this age, so I was worried about whether it was truly okay, but I was told many times that it was important to challenge that thought.

It’s getting quite long, but I wanted to tell everyone as soon as possible.

Now, the second season of the TV anime, as well as 2nd live tour and many others were announced! Aqours is advancing from here onto the next Step once again. In order to make all of you know more and more about Aqours, I will put out my heart and try even harder than my best that I have done until now as a member of Aqours!!!
So please cheer me on as a member of Aqours and as Sakurauchi Riko from now on as well.

I will forever treasure everyone who supported me.
Let’s go and see more marvelous sights together! The voice of Sakurauchi Riko 🌸 Aida Rikako


Holy shit.

Things Tyler talked about in his Instagram livestream (6/21/17)

•He’s not attending Vidcon but Mark, Amy, Kathryn, and Ethan are!
•He’s flying out for his cousin’s wedding tomorrow
•He’s been a busy boi with a job and shit
•He’s starting to work on editing more(??)
•Tyler isn’t posting anything on his YouTube channel Apocalypto_12 to see if he can receive a silver plague (100k subs) without uploading any content
•He WILL post videos on Apocalypto_12 at some point
•Everyone needs to go subscribe to his channel right now (my personal recommendation)
•Tyler totally dissing ships regarding real people (specifically Tythan and Septiplier)
•Speaking of Septiplier and Tythan, Tyler said that Tythan is becoming the “new” Septiplier
•Tythan will NEVER be real they’re just friends (statement was repeated several times)
•He doesn’t want to stop the flow of people’s imaginations with shipping??
•He doesn’t get the point of shipping Amyplier since they’re in an actual relationship
•He doesn’t want people to bash on the shippers
•His favorite thing about tour is all of it
•He confirmed that he is 6'1"
•"Ethan is short"
•He isn’t going to be in Mark’s charity livestream on Sunday
•He recorded some videos with the others today (and got frustrated in one of them??)
•Tyler has met Jack in person a few times
•He got a haircut yesterday so his hair isn’t “as curly”
•Tyler = Tarzan
•He had a beautiful speech at the end as always
Feel free to add anything else I may have forgotten/possibly gotten wrong!!

Secret Sign Language MasterPost

This is for @zenlikejen. 

Disclaimer: I don’t own all of these gifs (only some) so credit to the original owners of those i don’t own.

Okay so it has been clear from the start that some certain members from the band One Direction have gone to the great lengths (and most kind lengths) of leaning sign language. These two members are Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson and despite them using their new talent as a way to communicate to the deaf fans, they also have mostly used it to communicate with each other, and each other only.  

We firstly have this:

Here we clearly see Louis gives a small thumbs up before tapping his chest multiple times with his left hand at which Harry doesn’t notice properly at first. Also Louis realizes he is tapping with his wrong hand for what he is trying to say so therefore corrects himself by switching to his right hand and this time Harry sees; like so: 

When Louis taps his chest, in sign language it means ‘Mine’, so basically he is telling Harry that he is his and Harry replies with a small thumbs up, a common thing which I will talk about further down in the post. 

Louis also glances at Harry here and touches his chest, a year later and they still communicate through signing, Louis again telling Harry that he is his. 


Harry here signs to Louis something along the lines of ‘Later we talk, before kissing’ but the second part can also mean ‘I want the truth’ as its unsure if he touches his lip or chin.

And Louis replies back with this: 

Which would make Harry saying ‘Later we talk before kissing’ more reliable due to Louis’ answer. 

Still complete cuties here.


Again during an interview, Louis seems to rub his hands together which research says could mean the letter ‘H’. In this case, H for Harry; or H was also a nickname that Louis could have had for Harry.

He then taps his chest twice again (meaning ‘Mine’) except he uses his fist more which may take away its meaning, but they could of changed it up more so that the signing was more personal to each other. 


Now during one of their songs on the TMH tour, Louis and Harry were stood next to each other on the stage. Louis glances at Harry for a moment to get his attention before crossing his fingers and then placing his hand back onto his microphone stand, fingers still crossed. 

Now some say that this means ‘Hope’ however others say because of how Louis did it, it means ‘Forever’ so I guess its your own choice to decide which one you want it to mean. 


Then we have this:

Now everyone knows that in sign language this sign with another person means ‘Lover’/ ‘Make Love’.

So really there is nothing much to say about this apart from the fact that it is adorable as fuck and the most cliche thing that a pair of platonic best friends could do together. 


No we are on to the famous ‘Thumbs up’ sign that they both constantly used to give each other on stage, during interviews and at any moment they were happy, having fun or in each others company. Now I researched this and found that it meant different to what the ‘Lovers’ sign that’s above. Many use the thumbs up sign as a way of saying good or as a positive attitude towards things like ‘I am good’ or ‘This is fun’ etc; except it also has another meaning. More discreetly, this sign can mean ‘I love you’ or ‘Love’ but is different from ‘Lover’ and ‘Make love’ so the two signs should not get mixed up. 

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The not Shawn Mendes tour

Summary: You’re sitting in on q&a with Shawn and the fans are asking you more questions than Shawn.

a/n: thank you so much for the love with 27 to Forever: vows, I loved writing that because I just imagined what I would want Shawn to be saying. I cannot believe so many people liked it. I love all of u sm. My requests are open, just request request :) 


Your name: submit What is this?

“That’s a good question, uhm, I don’t know.” Shawn, your boyfriend, smiled at the fans that was gathered in the little room. “I’ll think about it.” 

That was his first answer for the whole q&a session, and you were glad it was a good question. You can tell by the way how Shawn is smiling comfortably and his gears are really turning in his mind, thinking about the question. 

“Can I ask y/n a question?” The next fan, that he picked, spoke up. By the mention of your name, Shawn’s face just lit up and he looked at where you were standing in the back. 

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DAN AND PHIL NEW APARTMENT TOUR

MAYBE THE REASON D&P DONT WANT TO DO THE APARTMENT TOUR IS BECAUSE DAN DOESNT HAVE A ROOM TO HIMSELF

THATS WHY HE WON’T BE FILMING IN HIS ROOM

GAMING ROOM WAS ORIGINALLY A BEDROOM BUT THEY GAVE IT UP FOR THE GAMING CHANNEL

IN THE MOVING OUT VIDEO DAN CALLED PHIL’S BED “THE BEDROOM” INSTEAD OF YOUR BED AND ALSO SAID HIS ROOM WAS THE VIDEO SETTING ONLY 


I AM NOT SAYING PHAN MIGHT BE CANON BUT PHAN MIGHT BE CANON

Me: Why does the @orphanblack cast look so edgy and serious in those Variety pics? Is it just me or do they look like they’re about to drop the hottest New Wave album of 1985? lol

Also me: OMFG I need that more than air! I want the album, 1985 world tour tickets, and the band poster on my bedroom wall!

*Casey Kasem voice* and here’s the hot new band that’s been climbing the charts with their first top 40 hit. A team of Canadian scientists who traded their microscopes for microphones and will be joining Depeche Mode’s North American tour this summer. This is Team New Wave Mega Force at #3 with Hungry Like the Puppy Wolf.

B.A.P Reactions To You Wanting To Spend The Night

Yongguk☽:

The pitter patter of rain against the window, came as comfort to you as you snuggled closer to Yongguk on the couch. 

“You should probably go soon,” he whispered, as he soothed circles down your back.

“I don’t want to,” you whined as you dug your head into his chest. Yongguk’s embrace is what you missed the most whenever he was away on tour which is why you treasured it the most when he was home. His familiar scent instantly made you relax and the warmth and strength of his arms around you seemed to lull you closer and closer to sleep. You could stay in his arms forever.

“I want to hold you longer too but it’s getting late,” he frowned, obviously worried about letting you leave too late.

You arched your head back to look at him and shot him a shy smile before you hesitantly asked, “how about I stay over? I mean only if you want it’s just-”

But before you could continue he softly placed a kiss on your nose and looked down with a wide gummy smile, “Of course. I’d love that.”

Originally posted by mancrushallweek

☽Himchan☽:

You let out a content sigh as you sat beside Himchan, the park bench now warmed from the heat of the summer’s sun, warming your exposed legs. Himchan held both of your ice cream cones as you took the chance to stretch your legs out, tired from walking around the mall all day. 

“Today was so much fun,” you told Himchan as you turned to him with a big smile. 

“Do you want to go anywhere else after this?” He asked as he passed you your ice cream.

You wanted to spend more time with but you were also tired and wanted to rest. Your eyebrows raised as you suddenly thought of how you could do both, “Himchan?”

“Hmm?”

“How about I spend the night at your place? We could watch movies  and I can even make popcorn and on top of all that we can cuddle!” 

He let out a small laugh as he saw the excitement etched on your face. He couldn’t help but feel his heart swell as he thought about holding you until you fell asleep. He knew he’d finally  sleep well, knowing he’d have you by his side. He nodded in agreement with a smile and kissed you on the cheek.

Originally posted by frogger-heejun

☽Daehyun☽:

The sun had just begun to set, when both you and Daehyun decided to head home after spending the day at the beach. You yawned as you entered the car, beyond tired from the fun of the day. 

On his way to drop you off, your head had began to nod off. You were having a hard time keeping your eyes open, and eventually not being able to fight off the drowsiness much longer, you had fallen asleep. 

Daehyun had just stopped in front of your apartment, when he turned to look at you only to find you fast asleep. He smiled softly, finding your sleeping form incredibly cute. He gently moved a strand of your hair away from your face before he leaned in to kiss your forehead.

Awakened by the soft touch of his lips, you looked at him with hazy eyes, “are we already here?”

He nodded and you let out a small whine, “I wanted to spend more time with you I can’t believe I fell asleep.”

He let out a small laugh, “don’t be.”

“How about I spend the night at your place? It’s only 5 minutes from here,” you asked with a hopeful smile and Daehyun couldn’t help but agree with an adoring smile.

Originally posted by daehyunsgiggle

☽Youngjae☽:

You don’t know when you had begun to doze off. You and Youngjae had been laying on his bed talking about everything possible. Both of you were so engaged, that neither of you had noticed how late it had gotten until your eyes betrayed you and began to shut close.

Youngjae had his head propped with his arm as he stared down at your peaceful sleeping face. He always loved watching you sleep. You looked so serene. 

When you turned your body towards him in your sleep, unconsciously searching for his heat, he draped an arm around you and held you closer.

“Jagiya,” he whispered softly and he felt you stir.

“You should leave now if you’re going to go home, before it gets any later,” he didn’t want to wake you up but he also didn’t want you driving so late.

“Can I stay over?” You murmured sleepily as you dug your head closer to his chest.

Youngjae answered by pulling a blanket over the two of you and leaning over to shut off the lamp beside the bed before joining you and getting comfortable,  falling asleep with you in his arms.

Originally posted by mybutterflyfact

☽Jongup☽:

“Uh-can I stay over…?” You asked Jongup, as you hesitantly met his hard eyes. 

Staying over was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, it happened so often that you now had a hard time sleeping without him holding you. However, the air between you two was tense today. 

You inwardly sighed, it was your fault that you had fought. You had been acting like his mother when you began to nitpick his choice of food. You knew he didn’t like it when you criticized any of the small things he did but you had been worried. You wanted to make sure he was eating properly even when you weren’t around.

“It’s late,” you whispered, knowing it’d make him give in. If there was anyone more that hated you walking home at night than you, it was him.

He let out a sigh as his eyes softened, “of course you can.”

"Listen Jongup, I’m sorry. I know I was being too much I just get worried about you,” you told him with a soft smiled which he returned, his anger subsiding within seconds.

“I know,” he said as he pulled you into a hug, “I’m sorry I got mad. Let’s just sleep, okay?”

Originally posted by ab1004

☽Junhong☽:

You let out a yawn as you snuggled closer to Junhong.

“Are you sure I can stay over?” You asked for the third time which made him laugh.

“Of course I’m sure. The members won’t mind,” he reassured you, as he kissed the top of your head.

You simply nodded as you felt yourself drifting in and out of sleep. The heat radiating from Junhong’s body was beginning to lull you to sleep, but you forced your eyes to stay open.

Junhong noticed, “you can’t fall asleep?”

“No, it’s not that it’s just-,” you looked up at him with a smile, “I want you to fall asleep first.”

He raised his eyebrows, “what?”

Your cheeks flushed with a tinge of shyness as you confessed, “I always fall asleep before you and you always wake up before me too so I never get to actually see you sleep.”

“and you want to?” He asked, you could hear the tinge of amusement in his voice.

“Of course I do! I want to see whether you snore or not too,” You let out a small laugh.

“Okay Jagiya if that’s what you want,” he said before closing his and pulling you closer towards him, “good night, I love you.”

Originally posted by choijnuhong

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Y’all don’t know how hard I struggled to not to make this suggestive jfc. I hope it turned out okay and if it didn’t I’m sorry! It’s become harder for me to write fluff lol

~Admin Coffee

normanikordei: You’ve always been my loudest cheerleader. Whenever I need to be reminded of what makes me so special you’re there. In times when I’m not so kind to myself you lift my heavy heart. I find myself near you in moments of uncertainty, self doubt and disappointment because with you I’m showered by God’s love. He speaks to many through your beautiful soul. You’re a proud child of His and you never fail to make that known. You’re notable for the role that you play. I really don’t think that you’re fully able to comprehend just what you mean to us and the influence you’ve had as our older sister. We are four moving parts and you are the core that continues to strengthen us. The key to a happy home means having a solid foundation and you have always made sure that we had nothing less than that. It will forever be us against the world. I love you girls to no end. It has been a pleasure getting to watch your evolution. You’re a masterpiece from above. You are a loving daughter, granddaughter, sister and friend. You make your grandpa proud each day and I’m sure that he continues to smile down on you. You also make me proud and I want you to know that I love you hard girl. Thank you for staying up late with me on tour to watch Full House. Thank you for climbing in my bunk no matter the time and just being there to listen to my million thoughts. Thank you for being the responsible mama bear that you are and blowing up our group threads anytime we’re all late (almost everyday). Thank you for making me smile always. Thank you for being YOU. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the light that is able to shine through any darkness 🦋 You ARE my sister.

this is goodbye.- h.s imagine

Originally posted by harrysimpact

this is the third and final part of my little mini series! thank you guys so much for reading! 

you can find part 1 here and part 2 here


After two months of constantly trying to get in contact with Harry, Y/N thought this was his way of saying goodbye. As Y/N was placing pictures of her and Harry into a box, she laughed to herself. Only for a break, he said. This is a way to bring us closer together again. You sighed and put the box filled with memories of Harry down onto your desk. After accepting defeat that Harry was going his own way and pursuing his dreams, Y/N thought it was best to move on as well. She stopped talking to his family. Anne and Gemma were sweet after Harry left on tour. Constantly checking up on her and seeing if they could help her in any way possible. Anne even stopped by her apartment and brought her homemade brownies that Y/N loved so much. Y/N felt guilty for cutting them out of her life but she felt like it wasn’t fair to keep talking to them. She didn’t want them to feel as if they had to walk around egg shells around her. She also didn’t want them to judge Harry for what happened between them. She would never want that. And to be honest with herself, she felt as though if she remained in contact with them, it wasn’t fair for Harry. It was his family. No matter how much they treated you like you were a part of it.

You plopped down onto your bed and placed your arms on top of your eyes. All of a sudden your phone started to ring next to you. “Hello?”

“Y/N! How you holding up?” Your best friend, Lucy, was by your side 24/7 during the whole ordeal. She agreed with you when you said the break was a stupid thing for Harry to suggest. She agreed with you when you were constantly calling Harry a dick for avoiding all of your calls (She even left a couple voicemails to him making sure he knew how much of an ass he was). She even agreed with you when you said moving on from him was going to be the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do. You were together for years. You can’t just forget about the good times you’ve had together. It was going to be hard, but not impossible, she would tell you.

“Hey Luce. I’m fine, yeah.” you sighed into the phone.

Lucy could tell you were exhausted. It was an exhausting thing to do; trying to reach out to someone, constantly being rejected, having to pack his things, having to accept that you were no matter part of something that you would thought was going to last forever. “I’m not going to suggest going out again, promise. Just thought you might want some girl time. Clear your head for a little while.”

You sat up slowly and bit your lip while looking at the box filled with Harry memorabilia across the room. “Actually…Let’s do it. That sounds perfect right now. I just have to drop something off first..”


Harry finally had a little break during his tour. Normally he would just stay in LA rather than going back to cold, rainy London but he couldn’t bring himself to stay at that house.

Harry cheated on you in that house. Wait. Is it cheating? he thought. Technically you guys were on break. Harry tried telling himself that but it didn’t stop his guilt flooding in his heart.

Currently Harry was sitting in a cab driving him back to his London apartment. He was scared being back home. How silly he thought. How silly of a grown man to be scared of the city. He was scared because he knew that being back home meant having to face you. He was the one that suggested a break but he would’ve never thought it would progress this long. He also knew how wrong it was to not communicate with you during the break. Especially because your calls and texts were nothing but loving to him.

I miss you more and more each day.

I watched a video of you performing Kiwi in LA. You were so good, baby!

I hope you’re not forgetting to take your vitamins, you silly boy.

Harry wanted to say something. He wanted to call you on the first night of his tour. He wanted to tell you how nervous he was. He wanted you to assure him he was amazing and that everything he did people were going to love but he couldn’t bring himself to dial your phone number.

He couldn’t do anything but just read your texts and ignore them simply because he was a coward.

That’s why he slept with that random woman. Because he was a coward. Instead of facing his problems, he added to the fire. After the woman left his house the next morning, Harry sobbed while holding a pillow against his chest. He pretended it was you and whispered how sorry he was for kissing someone that wasn’t you.

The cab halted to a stop in front of Harry’s apartment building. Harry sighed and thanked the man before hurrying inside.


You set the box on top of the counter. “Hey Gale. How are you today?” You softly smiled while looking at the doorman in front of you.

Gale looked up at you, “Doing alright. What can I do for you, Y/N?” Constantly being at Harry’s apartment, the people in charge of the building started taking a liking to you.

“Just need to drop some things off at Harry’s place. Mind if I head on up?” You asked while glancing inside the box.

“Sure. But looks like he’s coming in right now. Go on up with him” Gale smiled and looked behind you at the front entrance.

You instantly froze. What the hell was he doing back? Was it the 15th already? You knew that he had a break during the tour but you didn’t think he would come back home. Crap. Did he see me yet? Maybe I can just go hide behind the-

“Y/N..”

You closed your eyes and cursed at yourself for not having the ability to turn invisible.

You turned around slowly and avoided eye contact with the man that broke your heart a million times these past two months, “I dropped off your things.”

You quickly started to walk away but was stopped when Harry grabbed your arm softly. “Love, wait please. I haven’t seen you properly in two months. Let me explain-”

This time you scoffed. Suddenly something in your brain shifted. Instead of feeling sad and blaming yourself for what happened between you and Harry, you were furious. You harshly pulled your arm away and jabbed your finger into his chest, “How dare you. You don’t talk to me for months and waltz in like nothing’s wrong. Go to hell, Harry.” You quickly turned back around and stormed off.

Harry quickly dropped his duffel bag he was carrying and ran in front of you. “Love, please-”

“Stop calling me that!” You yelled while walking away.

“Y/N stop!” Harry screamed while grabbing you yet again. “Please just hear me out!”

“What! What could you possibly say!” Y/N screamed back at him while trying to pry his hands off her.

Harry started to notice people stopping to see who was yelling in the middle of the lobby. “Please..Please just come up to my place. Please, let’s just talk.”

Y/N looked around and began to notice the stares as well. You sighed. Might as well end it officially tonight and get your stuff back. "Fine.“ You shook Harry off and began walking to the elevators.

Harry quickly picked up his bag and the box you left on the front desk and followed you.

The elevator ride up was filled with silence. Harry was thinking of what he could possibly say to make things alright with you guys while you were thinking of how exhausted you were.

I need a drink the both of of you thought.

What felt like a lifetime for you and the shortest two minutes to Harry, the elevator finally stopped at Harry’s floor.

You crossed your arms and stepped out while Harry rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants and stepped out as well.

Harry pulled out his keys and shakily tried unlocking the door. Wondering what was taking him so long to open the door, you then noticed how much he was shaking and placed your hands on top of his. "Let me..” you mumbled quietly. Harry nodded quickly and gave you the key. You unlocked the door and stepped inside his apartment. Slowly you walked over to his couch and sat down, looking down at your fingers.

Harry shut the door and walked in front of you. He stopped and stared at you. This was the first time in two months that he’s seen you. You had your hair in a ponytail and weren’t wearing any makeup. God, you looked so beautiful. Harry knelt down in front of you and placed his finger on your chin so you would look at him, properly. “I missed you so much, beautiful.”

You stared into his eyes, the anger quickly fading and the sadness you felt for the past two months came rushing back. “Please don’t say that.”

Harry sat next to you and grabbed your hands, “No. I mean it. I’m so sorry, lovely.”

You looked down at your fingers that were now intertwined with his. “If you missed me as much as you said you did..Why did you leave so suddenly. Why did you leave things the way you did.”

Harry sighed out, “I was scared that I would say something that would make things harder than they already were. We were already fighting so much and when we agreed to the break, we were already so vulnerable. I was scared, love.”

“I was scared too! But I still tried to make things somewhat better! I reached out to you! I made the effort! You didn’t!” You argued while tears brimmed your eyes. “I know! I just didn’t know what to do!” Harry could never come up with an excuse for his behavior. You did make an effort in the relationship but he never did. He let the negative thoughts conquer his mind and that got in the way of your relationship.

The both of you stayed silent. It was confusing. Y/N thought it was the end of the two of you but somehow, sitting next to him with his hands intertwined with yours, you didn’t want things to end.

Suddenly Harry whispered, “I slept with someone.”

You quickly looked at him and pulled your hand away. Harry visibly winced, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, love!”

“What? Is that..Is that why you wouldn’t speak to me? You were afraid I would find out?” You whispered.

“Yes..No..Yes.” Harry argued with himself, “We were already in a bad place when I left for tour and that just made it harder..”

“Harry, I-“ You began but Harry interrupted you, “Love, I will never forgive myself. I ruined our relationship in the worst way I possibly could but please..please don’t give up on me. I’ll make it up to you everyday. I’ll cancel my tour. Move in with me. Please, I’ll make it up to you.”

Y/N shook her head. Right from the beginning, she knew that when they were taking a break from their relationship, she knew something like this would happen.

“It’s best if we broke up.” You whispered.

Harry shook his head quickly and constantly. “No. No. We’re going to get past this. But no. We can’t break up. We’re getting married. love. We’re going to be with each other for the rest of our lives. We can’t do that if we’re broken up!” Harry knew he was sounding like a maniac but when it came to you, he was insanely in love with you. He made a mistake but you guys will be able to get over it. You guys were the couple everyone admired. Everyone was envious of your relationship. If you guys couldn’t make things work, what does that say about love?

“We’ve been apart for months. Even before the break..we were constantly fighting. The simplest things, we fought about. You just sleeping with someone else..It just shows that maybe we really aren’t meant to be..” You sighed. You climbed onto Harry’s lap and looked into his eyes, “Maybe the fire blew out a long time ago. We were going to end sooner or later.” Harry stared into your eyes that were filled with nothing but tears and hurt. “I refuse to believe that. We’re meant for each other.”

This time Y/N shook her head. “I’ll always love you, Harry. But I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted with the fighting and not to mention you’re still on tour. And..after this, I couldn’t even imagine myself for forgiving you for sleeping with some random girl.”

Harry buried his face into the crook of your neck. He was exhausted as well. He was tired of the fights and the accusations. But he didn’t want things to end. He knew in his heart that you guys were meant to be together. But he couldn’t let the relationship if you couldn’t forgive you. He knew that whenever he looks into your eyes, he’s just going to remember the mistake that he made. Every time he’s going to look into your eyes, he’s going to remember how heartbroken they looked when he confessed his mistake. “Okay..”

You pulled Harry closer together to you. This was the last time you would be able to hold him like this. This was goodbye.


and that’s it! thank you guys again so much for reading! honestly the feedback on part 2 was so amazing that i just couldn’t wait to write part 3! let me know what you guys think! and remember, requests are always open!

10

We wrapped up the King Baby school and store tour, thanks for a great two weeks to all these kiddos!  King Baby is here, I’m going back to my polar bears and maple syrup in Canada.  Might sketch a few more if they come to mind, kids throw things a mile a minute.  I possibly want to work with them forever.

nothing lasts forever | brad simpson imagine

pairing: brad & y/n

word count: 527

synopsis: y/n is being negative about the future & brad cheers her up

warning: just brad being cute & optimistic


“We should go to Fiji next year, after the tour is over.” Brad smiled looking down at you. The both of you were cuddled in bed. Brad laying on his back, and your head upon his chest.

“I’ve always wanted to go.” You sighed, your fingers dancing across his skin.

“Perfect, it’s decided then. After the tour, you and I will go to Fiji.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

You snuggled into him but couldn’t help but think about the future. He was always making these plans about life after tour, life next year, sometimes even life after marriage. It was cute, but what if your relationship didn’t last that long? What if you break up tomorrow, and all of these plans go to waste?

“Maybe we should go to Fiji sooner.” You whispered, causing Brad to chuckle.

“Why? I mean we can if you want. I just figured it would be fun after tour, almost like a celebration, you know?” He was doing it again, reminiscing about things that hadn’t even happened yet.

“What if we break up?” You didn’t mean to be so blunt but the question just slipped out. You looked up at Brad again, only to realize that he was looking back down at you with a puzzled expression on his face.

“We won’t break up Y/N.” He whispered. You felt his arms wrap around you tighter.

“Nothing lasts forever Brad.” You couldn’t even look at him because the thought of breaking up hurt too badly. Although it hurt to think about a life without Brad, it was realistic. You had always been quite pessimistic when it came to the future. It just seemed easier to lower your expectations, that way if things were to go wrong you wouldn’t be disappointed.

“Okay baby, look at me.” Brad sat up in the bed and pulled you onto his lap so that you were facing each other. “You mean the world to me.” Brad started, and you knew where he was going with this.

“Brad, it’s okay, I’m sorry for bringing it up okay?” You cupped his face in your hands, hoping he would just let it go, but he didn’t.

“No, let me finish.” He pouted, and you sat back and let him continue. “You can’t live your life like this. You can’t constantly worry about hypothetical situations, okay?” Brad brought a hand up to your face and stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Brad, I love you.” You smiled and leaned in to hug him. The both of you sat like that in silence for a few moments.

“I love you too, Y/N” Brad murmured into your hair. “Can we just live in the moment?” You shifted back a little bit and nodded. You got off of Brad and the both of you climbed under the sheets. You shifted onto your side and Brad did the same, cradling you in his arms.

“I’ll still take you to Fiji.” Brad whispered.

“What?” You mumbled, a little confused.

“If we break up, I’ll still take you to Fiji.” Brad repeated and you felt a smile creep up onto your lips.


a/n: ok this is a bit short but hopefully it was still cute. this is technically the first imagine i’m posting on here so thanks for reading i love you all xx

Meet the Family

A/N: Here’s another fluff piece! Hope you enjoy. Also a huge thank you to my lovelies who read over this for me. Love you guys so much. Feedback is appreciated

I hear a key fiddle in the lock of the apartment door. Glancing up from my phone, I see Shawn shivering in his black jeans and favorite henley. His pink nose scrunched and his hands tucked into his pockets. The snow covering his chocolate curls. He looks adorable. It take everything in me not to giggle at his pitiful state. 

“It’s freezing out there,” he says chattering through his teeth as he shakes the snow out of his hair. He kicks off his shoes and sets them by the door before walking over to me sitting on the couch in my pajamas and a plush blanket draped over me. He sits down and gets under the blanket, snuggling into my side. His eyes meet mine as he looks at me with a smug look on his face. Without warning, cold fingers slowly creep up my shirt and onto my bare stomach, his freezing touch causing me to let out an embarrassingly loud shriek.

“Shawn, get your cold ass hands off me right now!” I shout at him, an assertiveness added to my voice. He removes his hands and goes into a laughing fit. I try not to crack a small smile. I can still feel the cold radiating off him, so I grip his hands in my own and blow warm air on them attempting to heat them up. He smiles and pulls me into his lap and cuddles me close, happily accepting my warmth.

After a while he seems to have warmed up, but I am much too comfortable to even attempt to move. Glance around the living room, I suddenly remember that there was something I needed to ask Shawn and decided now was as good of a time as ever.

“Babe?” I ask and he hums quietly into my neck half asleep in response.

“My dad wants us to come over and have dinner with him and the family tomorrow afternoon, and I was wondering if you would maybe be up to it? It is time that you meet everyone. If that’s okay with you of course.” I have been waiting to introduce Shawn to my family until I was absolutely sure about him. Family is extremely important to me, and Shawn gets that which I am so thankful for. He is the same way with his family which is why I was so humbled when he took me to meet them a few weeks ago. They were so welcoming, and now I feel like it’s time to finally return the gesture. Also, my dad is my best friend, so I want nothing more than him to approve of Shawn. His approval means everything to me. It’s been about four months since he and I have started dating, so I think it’s finally time.

His face lights up at my question, “of course I will darling. I’d love to finally meet your family! I want to know everything about your family and see where you grew up. I just think that would be so cool,” He pulls me into a tight embrace and pressing a soft kiss on my nose tip.

I laugh and lean my forehead against his placing a quick kiss on his dry lips, “you’re going to regret saying that,” I smirk and he starts to tickle my sides. I put my hand on his chest and try to push him away but it doesn’t work. He pushes me down onto the couch, his body hovering over mine. He looks at me with the sweetest eyes. God I want this boy forever.


I cling to Shawn’s arm as I try not to slip on the snow as we walk to the front door of my dad’s house. I can already hear the giggles and shrieks of my younger cousins playing in the living room. I am beginning to get nervous that my family may scare Shawn off. His family was so calm and quiet when I met them, and my family is the complete opposite. I’m probably just overthinking per usual. We are almost to the door when I lose to the sidewalk and slip on a piece of ice. Shawn tries to catch me and keep me from slipping but instead I accidentally grab his arm out of instinct, bringing him down with me. He lands on top of me, pushing me further into the cold ground. He giggles as he apologizes for almost squishing me to death with his weight. His arms around my waist from where he attempted—but failed—to keep me from falling.  His eyes meet mine as his fingers brush my hair out of my face. “You look so beautiful right now, ya know that?” Shawn whispers absentmindedly as he stares intently at me. They way his eyes scan over my face in such a gentle way causes me to blush. The cold ice is long forgotten about as we start to focus on the body heat between us. I grab his chin and pull his cold lips down to meet mine. The kiss was tender, passionate. I loved when he kissed me like this. Like it was the last kiss he would ever receive.

Our intimate moment is quickly ruined as I see my aunt open the front door, “will you kids stop playing around in the snow? You’ll catch a cold out there if you don’t get up. Come on you two love birds. Inside!” She shakes her head and closes the door to keep the artic air from getting into the house. Shawn then pulls himself out of whatever trans he had gotten himself into and his eyebrows furrow. He swiftly stands to his feet, grabbing my hands and helping me up. When I’m standing, he carefully brushes the snow off of my back and shoulders. Leaning down and kissing the top of my head and whispering into my hair. “I’m sorry you fell love. Are you okay?”

I nod my head as I giggle seeing he has some snow in his hair. I knock it out as he smiles down and me. He grabs my hand as we continue to make our way to the front door.

Once we finally got inside, I made Shawn a cup of tea and sit with him at the table joining the rest of my family. As we begin eating, my dad starts asking Shawn questions about his tour. Where he travels and if he enjoyed seeing all the different cities. This causes my cousins to chime in giving him a million questions to answer, but he doesn’t seem to mind it much. He actually seems to be enjoying himself which is a big relief to me. I want my family to love him, but I want him to also feel comfortable around them.

After what seems like forever, family dinner is over, and I offer to help my dad and aunt with the dishes. Shawn goes into the living room with my younger cousins while he waits for me.

“So what do you guys think of Shawn?” I stand nervously washing off plates as I wait for their answer.

They exchange glances before looking over to me, “he is actually very nice guy. I am impressed, and I definitely approve. He seems to be a very genuine young man with a good head on his shoulders,” my dad says flashing me a smile.

“Yes yes and oh girl that boy has the body of an angel. Where was he when I was growing up? No guys my age were near that blessed when I was a teenager,” my aunt says teasingly. I throw my head back and laugh. Both at her comment and as a breath of relief. I am so happy to see how much they enjoyed Shawn. It meant a lot to me that tonight went so well.

Once I’m done with the dishes, I decide to go find Shawn and rescue him from my younger cousins. They have to be driving him mad by now. I wander down the hall, noticing nobody is in the living room. I continue walking, eventually making it to one of my dad’s spare bedrooms where my aunt and her children were staying for the week. I can hear talking and as I grow closer, I realize it is Shawn’s voice. When I reach the doorway, I am greeted with one of the most adorable sights I have even seen. Shawn sitting on a small blue stool with a book in his lap. Three of my cousins sitting cross legged on the floor in front of him, listening with anticipation. I can’t blame them though as I myself was equally intrigued by this. My boyfriend, the boy who hates reading, is changing his voice and using accents for different characters in the book. The way he accentuated his voice for certain parts causes me to let out a soft chuckle.My heart just swells. As his story comes to an end, my cousins start to whine.

“One more, Shawn come on!” they all say in unison.

He laughs as he shakes his head, “guys you said that three stories ago.”

Luckily as if on cue, my aunt shouts down the hall to announce that it is time for the kids to take baths which gives Shawn an escape from reading. As they all file out the door, my eyes meet his as we exchange smiles. He walks over to me and caresses my cheek with his long fingers. “You’re really good with them love, they really seem to like you.”

“You really think so? He smiles to himself, “I was just trying to keep them out of your way so y’all could get the dishes done.” I felt butterflies in my stomach. Shawn is so thoughtful when it comes to others. I love that about him. I smile and kiss his cheek sending him a ‘thank you’ glance.

"I’m so glad you came today, Shawn. It really does mean a lot to me. I was afraid my family may be too much and scare you away.” I confess to him while looking down playing with my fingers. Shawn puts his finger underneath my chin and tilts my face up so that our eyes meet. He furrows his eyebrows in confusion. 

"Baby, why would you say that? You have nothing to worry about. They weren’t too much for me. I honestly loved getting to talk with them today. Your family is great.”

I stand on my tiptoes, and he pulls me into him as I close the tiny gap between our lips while his hands tighten around my waist. I then stick my tongue out causing him to scrunch his nose and pull away laughing. “Gross way to ruin a perfectly good moment,” he says wiping his lips. All I can do is blush as I take his hand in mine walking towards the door. We walk down the hall to see my family all piled up in front of the couch searching for a movie. My dad tells us to come join, so we make our way to the couch.

“Does anyone have any movie suggestions?” my dad asks.

“Do you happen to have any Harry Potter lying around here?” Shawn answers curiously.

“Son, I think you just became my new favorite,” he says flashing Shawn a smile.

We all laugh as dad gets up to find the movie. I look around at everyone and see how happy they are and how well they have taken to Shawn. This is perfect. There is no other place I’d rather be.