i'm going to be reblogging this a bit over the next few days

anonymous asked:

hi! this is a bit of a strange question but i was wondering: how do you deal with fandom frustration? when you love fandom content but frequently feel frustrated by a large portion of the fan base? i'm a fandom baby in a lot of ways and sometimes though i feel like a jerk, it's so hard not to let other people overpower my experience. i love hearing your thoughts on everything in general, but. if you have the time i'd love to hear your thoughts on this as well. hope you have a nice day. :)

hmm! this is a great question and one I’m not 100% sure of how to answer, because for the most part I have had very positive fandom experiences. but when it comes to making your fandom experience as relaxed & fun as possible, here are my tips:

1) accept right now and forever that everyone does fandom differently, and everyone is in fandom for different reasons and to get different things out of it. it doesn’t matter if people don’t ship what you ship. it doesn’t matter if they write stories of which the summary makes you recoil in horror. they are not doing this at you. accept that you are going to do you, and everyone else is going to do themselves, and unless their shit spills over into your personal space (see point 3)) then there is literally no point in trying to control the fannish experience that anyone else is having. fandom’s a large space! there’s room for everyone! 

so the thing to do is:

2) CURATE YOUR FANNISH EXPERIENCE. I’ve been doing this since ye olde days of livejournal and do it even more intensely now. essentially: find the people you like, and the parts of fandom you like, and carve out your own corners where you can hang with like-minded people. you don’t have to be right in the thick of it, reading everything, interacting with everything and everyone. you don’t have to track all the tags which are crammed full of stuff that annoys you. you can take it slowly, and be discerning.

if you want to read meta, find the people who write it and follow them. ditto art. learn to embrace ao3’s excellent search function, and to use a tumblr blacklist. if you want to read fic and are bemoaning the fact that none of it is quite what you want: write your own! enthuse about your ideas on tumblr! leave prompts on kinkmemes! befriend some writers! I have to admit I am still pretty lost when it comes making friends on tumblr because the etiquette is bizarre and variable, but hey: the messaging system exists, askboxes exist, comments on ao3 exist. sure, different people have different levels of openness to making new bosom friends, but nobody minds being engaged. we’re in fandom to be fannish, together. 

3) if people are being jerks in your space, block ‘em. ignore ‘em. delete ‘em. I am not even remotely internet famous enough to be at risk of being deluged by trolls, but on the rare occasions that I’ve engaged in good faith and subsequently decided that I was being concern-trolled, I’ve noped cheerfully out of there. the few accusatory or unpleasant anon (because they’re always anon!) messages that have landed in my inbox, I’ve deleted without batting an eye. sometimes I share it with a friend via chat or email and we have a laugh about it, and that helps settle any residual hurt or irritation that I might feel. I’m a grown fucking woman. I keep a calm sympathetic face while being shouted at, cried on, confided in, manipulated, and projected onto, for a living. and I have zero qualms about policing the boundaries of the spaces I’ve carved out for myself–the fun, creative, relaxing, incredible places–in fandom.

4) manage your entitlement. just remind yourself every so often that nobody owes you the next chapter of that story, or the exact piece of art you want to see, or the paragraph-long comment, or the attention you crave, or the whole-hearted agreement you seek. remember that everyone has their own lives, and you’re never seeing the full picture. be gracious. be kind. try to resist the urge to snipe and snark and finger-point and complain in public; I enjoy a bit of fandom bitching as much as the next person, but I inflict it all on my friends, in chat.

5) the flipside of this is: show appreciation of the things you like. comment on that story. reblog that art with a furious tag spiral of capslock (creators LOVE tag spirals). put together a rec list–this is also a great way to show people what kind of things you like, so people who share your tastes know who to gravitate towards.

if you are frequently frustrated by a large portion of the fanbase, anon, then ask yourself: are you reading the comments? ie. are you making yourself engage with parts of fandom where people have THE WRONG OPINIONS and are writing your beloved characters THE WRONG WAY? if so: just scroll past. don’t read it. unless you really enjoy an argument, don’t feel obliged to reblog it with a detailed explanation of why they’re wrong: you’re gonna frustrate yourself and, yes, maybe end up looking like a jerk. just shrug and move on. maybe this isn’t the corner for you.

I have been following my own advice in this regard for almost 14 years. I’ve kept a handful of enduring and awesome friends from most of the major fandoms I’ve been part of, and I’m still making new ones, and I’ve (mostly) managed to avoid wank. I write what I like, and I read what I like, and I try to communicate generously and enthusiastically with people who are creating the things that I enjoy.

tl;dr - seek out the things that make you feel good, and follow them. weed out the things that make you feel bad, and ignore them. it’s fandom. it can be as serious or unserious as you like, but it IS supposed to be fun.

A Writer’s PSA

Firstly: I just saw an interesting post made by @caplanbuckybarnes (who I can’t tag, but that’s okay), that inspired both anger and relief in me at once. I was compelled to type out this PSA.

Secondly: I am tagging everyone who has asked to be tagged in The Irrelevance of Napoli SO YOU CAN SEE HOW GODDAMN AWESOME THEY ARE BEFORE I START THIS. 

@thecrownedrose @persephone-is-here-omg @find-me-here2 @captainamerotica @redgillan @angryschnauzer @ursulaismymiddlename @rebelslicious @kittykitty-mewmeww @erisjade @siren-kitten-his @buckyappreciationsociety @kozmicrock @aingealcethlenn @rachelle-on-the-run @thewinterswimmer @vaisabu @inside-lizzys-head @angryschnauzer @melconnor2007 

Thirdly: I am doing this more for the sake of my upcoming fic, Cherchez la Femme, which I have been working on for MONTHS–probably since Septemberish–than I am for Napoli. Also doing this for the sake of other authors who may feel this way, but don’t want to say anything for fear of making people mad. I personally am tired of dealing with my own anxiety about this subject, so I’m getting this off my chest. 

Okay.

 I am exceedingly frustrated by the majority of attitudes (or non attitudes) I see towards anything that is not a one-shot on here. ESPECIALLY if it’s smut.

I like smut. I love smut. I’ve read some really good smut on here. But… that’s not all I’ve read on here. When I first got on Tumblr, I found some really unique and interesting fics, and I got very invested in them. But lately, the majority of what I’ve been seeing on this site is the same damn thing, over and over and over again. Smut one shots, no plot, no character development, no nothing. Those fics I was invested in were discontinued (temporarily, I hope) in favor of smut one shots, which, like I said, I don’t mind, but ya know… I also do.

Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots. 

Authors are capable of writing more than smut one shots. And many of them do write more than smut one shots. But I have seen two (2) of the multi-part fics I follow being seriously reblogged. That’s out of A LOT that I happen to read and like. One of my favorites got put on hiatus because there were no reads on the most recent chapter at the time.

Tumblr, seriously, what is going on? Like, I recognize that we all want to imagine ourselves having sex with some version of Sebastian Stan (ME TOO, I AM NOT EXCLUDING MYSELF FROM THAT GROUP) but some of these people have worked ages, ages on these fics. With well-developed characters and plot and settings and serious issues that are worked through. THESE PEOPLE I READ SHOULD WRITE ORIGINAL CONTENT AND GET PUBLISHED. In my world, they would. Because they are that good.

And yet, they get almost no recognition. And it frustrates me, and scares me, and makes me really, really sad. Some might say, “Tumblr is more (something else) than fanfic for me”–which is fine. Please engage in whatever joy may have brought you to Tumblr. But also remember that for others, it IS about fanfic, and they enjoy doing that just as much as you enjoy doing whatever you do. So hit the like button every once in a while. Read more fics of your favorite characters. Some might say, “I have –something that gives me a shorter attention span–, I can’t remember what happened before this chapter/can’t concentrate enough to get through a whole fic in the time I have”–in which case, you are fine, don’t worry about it, not a big deal. Some of you may say, “Works in progress are annoying, I hate waiting for new parts to come out”–and trust me, I’m right there with you. I’m waiting on a few new parts for fics myself (I’m also waiting for Diana Gabaldon’s next Outlander book, goddammit), but that doesn’t stop me from reading and commenting on the parts that are there! Tell the author that you have something to look forward to until the next part comes out! Also, TELL THE AUTHOR IF YOU ARE WAITING FOR THEM TO COMPLETE IT, or ask to be tagged in the final masterlist! We won’t mind if you do it that way! Some of you may just hate longer fics and there’s nothing anybody can do to change that. In which case, whatever floats your boat.

I’m not getting on anyone in the above paragraph to suddenly change your preferences and start reading fics with more than two parts. What I am saying, though, is if you consume, but don’t comment AND reblog (or at least tag and reblog), or if you don’t consume at all and blatantly ignore what authors are putting out there… come on, guys. We put our heart and souls into this stuff. Some of the stuff we write is taken from real life. Some people don’t have anything but their writing to help them get through what may be a really bad stage. Likes, comments, reblogs–writers need these. We don’t all have to be JK Rowling here, but we do hope to see that someone smiles or laughs, or cries, or feels in some way with our fics. 

One of my friends on here was very sad a couple of days ago because she was getting very few notes on even her one-shots, or reblogs with no comments. She has 700+ followers and a taglist that’s a mile long. It made me sad for her, and I can’t even hug her because she lives far away from me. Readers, you don’t have to comment or reblog every chapter of a fic that’s been written, it’s really okay if you don’t, but let the reader know that you like it and acknowledge the work that’s been done. 

I’m still relatively tiny on here, and I definitely need to follow more blogs, so I will now go looking. But, indulge me for a second: If, when I publish Cherchez, I deem it as not getting enough notes, I will make a goddamn video of myself deleting the thing off my computer and burning the damn notebooks. I started by writing this stuff for me. Napoli ended up being about someone I know who recently died. Cherchez was what I wrote when I was coming out of a breakdown. So yes, I write for myself. But as soon as I put it up here, it becomes yours. You consume it, you feel because of it. So really, guys, read all the smut you want. I know I’m going to. But read more than smut, too.

Sincerely,

Someone who is a teeny bit oversmutted

(If you want to, you can check my tags for more info)

Frozen! Michael

So I switched it up a bit, Y/N and Michael’s storyline is different to Anna and Kristoff’s, but the roles are the same so Y/N is a Princess and Michael sells ice. 

Words: 6.8K 

Warning: SMUT AND IM SO PROUD OF THIS!!😇

Summary: Y/N is the Princess of Arendelle, sister of the Ice Prince Ashton. She’s always disliked Michael, mainly because he disliked her. After 5 years of not seeing each other due to Y/N being on a Princess trip around the world, things get strange when she has to pick a Prince to marry.

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I was the Princess Y/N of Arendelle. A Princess. I did not expect to be treated like this, especially starting a new school. I had gone into the forest, expecting to read a book by the riverside as it was now summer. Plus my brother, Ashton the Prince of Arendelle never liked to come out of his room. I was 14 and I wasn’t the best looking Princess but being jabbed in the side constantly wasn’t very nice. I had managed to get around halfway through the forest before tripping over a rock. Then Michael came out with his stupid moose or it might have been a reindeer Sven and started bothering me like always. 

“Please get away from me” I groaned walking towards the glimmering water that I could see between the tree’s. I sped up my footing trying to get away from the blonde boy. Me and Michael had been like this for a while, he was the annoying kid with no parents and talked to rocks. At first when we met ages ago I felt bad for him, that was before he shoved a frog in my face and placed it on my hair. 

“But why?” he giggled, treading on the backs of my shoes. Which happen to be my favourite pumps that my mum bought me for the royal ball. I turned round a glared at him. 

“Because you’re annoying me” Michael was still the most annoying kid ever with his green eye’s and blonde hair, he was certainly no Prince material. I rolled my eye’s and skipped to the lake, outrunning Michael. I got down to the tree near the lake and sat against it, the bark most likely rubbing up my dress.  The lake appeared as if by magic as I crested the ridge. It was in teardrop-silver in colour and it was shaped like a perfectly flat disc of metal. No sound rang out from the shimmering emptiness of space around it. Monastery quiet, it was lined with pine trees and the whiff of mint wafted around. 

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Under Attack - AI

Can’t take all the credit for this, got the idea from of an episode of Love I reblogged earlier. Anyway, someone on my dash mentioned Best Friend AU’s and I’m secretly a huge dork for them. 

Word Count: 1127

Listen– I just want to put this out there. I wholeheartedly prided myself on being independent. In all my years of existence, I haven’t had someone hold my hand to do something since I was five years old. But then this restless, gangly mess of a thirteen year old accidentally launched a drum stick across the band room and nailed me in the head. Ashton was a mess of a kid, but so was I. He had a knack for listening to me when I spoke and encouraging me– something no one in my family had done in a very long time. Suddenly, I had a best friend and decided that maybe a little help sometimes wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.

So yeah, this is one of those times. And I’ll admit, I’m a little (okay, a lot) embarrassed as he barrels into my teeny-tiny apartment three blocks away from my university and nine blocks away from his much larger, much nicer apartment. “[Y/N] what’s going on?! Are you okay?!”

Ashton’s chest is heaving, but I know it’s probably more from my over dramatic texts I sent him about twenty minutes ago. I’ve never asked for it, but Ashton’s always been my knight in washed-out black skinny jeans and at this moment, I thoroughly appreciate the fact he probably skipped the old, slow elevator and took the stairs two at a time up to my fifth floor apartment.

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crankthulhu  asked:

I'm sure you've been aksed this before, but do you know of any other good weird horror blogs on Tumblr? I have a mighty need to fill out my feed with more strangeness.

Hey! I suspect that you probably follow (or are at least familiar with) most of the ones I’ll recommend off the top of my head, but I’ll go ahead and call this a ‘starter’ list. Note: I’m certain there are several important blogs that I’ve left off and that will immediately come to mind the moment I click ‘post.’ I’ll do some sort of update for this in the next few days after I’ve had time to click through the gazillion blogs that I follow. (I have a problem with over-following). My apologies to those I’ve momentarily forgotten.

  • Weird Letter doesn’t post very often, but when they do it’s usually really interesting content. 
  • The same goes with American Eldritch, which is actually a small press dedicated to Cosmic Horror. I often see likes and such from them even when they aren’t posting updates, so I know they’re still active/around.
  • Word Horde Press is great for fiction updates, although I think their primary mode of updating is Twitter these days. I still see likes from ‘em, though, so they’re around. Their .com site is here.
  • As for individual folks who tend to post a lot of Weird Fic/Cosmic Horror content, there are a few that I’ve followed for a while and who are consistent with what they post. One is Rauol-duke (a nice Hunter S. Thompson ref, btw). We’ve been mutuals for years at this point—consistently excellent selection. I think we have one of those “nod respectfully/appreciatively at each other as we like and reblog in silence” sorts of things going. :D
  • Madness-and-gods posts a good bit of Weird and Cosmic Horror and is also in that “mutuals a long time/nod at each other” space. 
  • Miskatonic Aquarium posts Lovecraftian Weird content and does a nice job with curation there.
  • So does Sect of the Idiotthe owner, R.M. Smith is an artist and has a link for original work, much of it Cosmic Horror related.
  • I figure I don’t need to mention Fhtagn and Tentacles, but I’ll include it anyway.
  • Official Dark Providence is the tumblr for artist Jan Pimping (responsible for the Mythos Tarot that’s pretty popular around here).
  • Corey Press is artist Drew Meger’s tumblr; lots of Weird and Mythos artwork.
  • I follow many blogs that feature Weird and Cosmic Horror content but whose owners also post personal content. I won’t include those; however, if you want your blog shared in this, feel free to add it in a reply.
  • As far as film-centered blogs that have a bit more Weird/Cosmic Horror/Cult content than the average mainstream Horror blogs, I’d recommend Classic Horror BlogI reblog a LOT from Trent, as you’ve probably noticed; Video Messiah—not technically a Horror blog, but they have some excellent taste, and I often find myself saying “Wow, I forgot about that movie” whenever they update; and I like Diary of Horrors dedicated ‘diary of stills’ approach to films—lots of great “I forgot about that” material in the archives there, as well.

Originally posted by horror-o-rama

from Dagon (2001)

I’ll look for those I’ve missed and add to this a bit later if anyone seems to want it. Note that I also do my darnedest to avoid/block the n*zi blogs that tend to flock to this area b/c of surfacey/aesthetic interest in the Occult, various musical associations to the subgenre, ‘edginess,’ etc., so these recs are (to the best of my knowledge) non-jackassy, as far as that goes. 
Thanks for the great question and have a nice rest of your week. 

About Tooru’s sibling (HCs to consider for a big brother)

Okay, but I’m sure I’m not the only one in the Haikyuu fandom that doesn’t mind that Tooru has an older brother and not an older sister?? Like consider how many cute things that can come from this, for example:

  • I can see his brother being just as attractive as he is, and I can see Tooru calling his big sis-in-law “nee-chan” and doing typical cheeky Tooru stuff to embarrass his big bro in front of her, like:
  • ”Accidentally” telling the story about the one time when they were younger, when he caught his big bro in his room messing around with his alien mini-figures and ufo playset, despite the fact that his bro had always totally dismissed anything to with something as “dorky” as aliens whenever his classmates would come over and see Tooru’s various alien toys spread out around the house, because he wanted to keep up a “cool” image

And since I mentioned it, let’s talk about younger Tooru + big bro hcs:

  • Showing nee-chan embarrassing childhood photos of his big bro, because isn’t that one of the best things siblings can do to embarrass each other? :’)
  • Or the times when Tooru’s big bro was still dating nee-chan when he would use his little naughty charm and do things like crawl up in her lap and steal kisses from her (and not just on the cheek, but sometimes the lips to make his big bro extra jelly) or hug onto her leg/arm and not let go for several minutes
  • About the last one, it’s possible that little Tooru was slightly jealous of a pretty girl taking away all of his time with HIS big brother, and so he found a way to get the message across; but other times he just thought it was funny to see his big bro flustered and helpless to stop his little antics, since nee-chan would pet and spoil him whenever Tooru clung onto her like this, and after a while he gave up even trying to shoo him away from her

As well as doing other adorable things, like:

  • Peeking into his big brother’s room whenever he’s getting ready for school or to go out with friends, so he can see how the coolest big bro picks and coordinates his outfits, does his hair, etc. and one day his big bro happens to see lil’ Tooru peeking in as he’s in the middle of posing and smiling goofily to himself in the mirror; after this he was super embarrassed and avoided direct eye contact with the little confused dork for the rest of the day and now Tooru copies some of his bro’s same mirror poses as he’s in the mirror getting ready 
  • Exploring his big bro’s room one day looking for a toy or something he misplaced, and coming across his small stash of ero magazines, which little Tooru conveniently remembers about at the table while everyone’s eating dinner and brings up the topic, much to his brother’s embarrassment in which he almost chokes on his food
  • Or the time Tooru walked in on his big bro watching a video rather *cough* inappropriate for children of his age, and now a very flustered big brother has to find some way to answer to his “what was that guy doing to that lady” question rip big bro
  • Trying to cheer his big brother up after he’s had a bad day (maybe a fight with nee-chan or something happening at school, w/e) by drawing silly little pictures of himself and his super coolest brother in the world, (pictures being of them dancing, making silly faces, etc.) and his brother can’t help but laugh; after this, his brother decides he’ll take a walk to clear his mind and invites Tooru to come too; along the way they pass the convenience store, where Tooru uses his puppy eyes to convince his big bro to buy him an ice cream, and of course he gives in, after all this is good thanks towards his little brother for trying to cheer him up
  • One time while video games with his big bro (Tooru is a little bit of a sore loser btw) he begins losing, he starts to pout and pull a few crocodile tears, making his brother feel guilty and as a result, he starts to let him win the next round; Tooru, taking advantage of the situation, instantly begins to smirk at the fact that his brother couldn’t see through his act, and wins the next round, jumping up and shouting “In your face, nii-chan! You fell for it!” as well as other little insults; needless to say, his brother didn’t fall for this tactic again and showed no mercy when playing games with from then on Tooru probably played these games twice as often by himself later on so that he could actually beat his brother without any tactics
  • Telling his big brother whenever he had a new crush in school, seeking advice because of course big brothers know about how to talk to girls, why wouldn’t they? However, this stops soon after because after being complimented on his cuteness by all of his brother’s girl friends, as well as by practically any girl that sees him when they’re out in public, Tooru concludes that he must be a natural chick magnet and relies on his dorky natural charm and boosted confidence to approach any cute girl he sees; this results in his big brother often having to go searching for him whenever he brings Tooru out with him in public, because if he doesn’t keep his eye on him the whole time, the next thing he knows, Tooru will be somewhere flirting with other cute little girls and possibly pretty nee-sans from time to time

And a bonus hc I just thought of including Iwa-chan:

  • Fast-forward to middle school days where the first time Tooru receives one of Iwa-chan’s famous headbutts (possibly for being too hard on himself as usual, saying he’ll never play like the senpai) and he comes home with his nose slightly swollen and red, with little blood crusties underneath; his big brother notices this, and with concern asks him if he got into a fight. Tooru explains that there was no fight, and that Iwa-chan was just bringing him back to his senses after being so negative with himself (although his brother is still convinced that they must’ve had some kind of fight since things ended up getting physical). The next time Tooru invites Iwaizumi over, his brother asks if they’ve made up yet, much to Iwa-chan’s confusion; Tooru turns to Iwaizumi and explains that it was about that particular day at school, and Iwa-chan explains to Tooru’s brother that he occasionally knocks a little sense into him at times, just when he really needs it. Realizing that everything is fine and understanding that this is simply the relationship between his little brother and his best friend, he laughs and before Iwaizumi leaves, he pulls him aside to thank him for taking care of his little brother and keeping him together.

This is my first time doing hcs to be honest, so if these aren’t that good I understand, because normally I literally can’t come up with anything outside of canon on my own, but for some reason it happened just now so I took advantage of the moment to do these, BUT I just hope now that I’ve shown some good in what Furudate has done~

If anybody wants to reblog this/start a new post with continuations of any of these hcs, or new ones based off of these, or even to doodle up a little fanart to any of these, tag me because I’d love to see!

How to fall asleep for people with anxiety induced insomnia or vice versa

I don’t think people are going to see this but please reblog it because it may help someone have a better night. I’ve been struggling with this problem for six years and it’s slowly starting to get better. Things on the internet (read a book before bed/take a bath/do exercise during the day) don’t usually help because the advice doesn’t deal with the anxiety that comes with sleeplessness.

Try to mix and match from the list because some things will work on certain nights but won’t work on other nights.

- Skip the sleeping pills. On the off chance that they don’t work, you’ll be even more anxious about the fact that you *should* be asleep but you aren’t. Also, you become dependent *and* tolerant of them meaning you need heavier doses and to take them every night.

- If you’re struggling to fall asleep, count backwards from a thousand. Eventually, you may start skipping numbers or start counting upwards. This is a sign that you are getting tired.

- Take a deep breath in and hold it for around 12 seconds, then exhale for 8 seconds. Repeat this for a few minutes focusing only on your breathing. Your feet should begin to feel warm after a bit which is a good thing.

- When I went to the doctor’s for help, he gave me a pack which was largely unhelpful apart from one sentence. “Lying down and relaxing can be just as refreshing as actually sleeping - maybe even more so because you’re awake to enjoy it.” Even if you don’t sleep, as long as you’re still resting, you should be able to make it through the day!

- “We can all function for one or two nights without sleep. Think of a parent who stays up all night with a sick child and still has to go to work the next day.” Just because you haven’t slept doesn’t mean that you’re going to fail at everything the next day. Besides, even a twenty minute nap during the day would probably be enough to tide you over so don’t worry about not sleeping.


It’s not very much but my ask box is always open if you want to talk about it!

I'm Leaving The Band - Requested (Calum)

We got a request - Can you do one where you’re like part of the band but luke or calum (you decide) don’t like you and they fight you in front of the guys and you’re saying “I’m sorry, but I’m leaving the band” then you get out of the house then you go missing?

I got a bit carried away at the end, maybe not what you had in mind but hope you like it. If you would like an other part, reblog and comment part 2 or send us some fanmail. Enjoy!!!

“This is amazing.” You walk into your new house.

“I’m loving that we have a house to stay at for the English shows.” Ashton wraps his arm around your waist. “Guys come here.” Everybody gadders in the living room. “There are three bedrooms, so I was thinking (Y/N) gets one room and we divide us into the other ones.” Ashton looks around to the boys.

“So we’re sharing rooms?” Michael sits down on the couch.

“Yeah, so now, who is sharing?” Ashton looks around again. “No preferences?” All boys shrug. “(Y/N), you divide us.”

“Okay, then Mashton and Cuke or is it Lalum?”

“It’s fucking Cake and you know it.” Calum fires at you.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t remember.” You apologize.

“Cal please, it’s not that big of a deal.” Ashton tries to calm him down.

“If she wasn’t here, I didn’t need to share a fucking room.”

“You like sharing a room.” Michael laughs.

“Oh shut up Michael.” And Calum leaves the room.

“What is his problem with me. It’s like he never can act normal to me.” You plop down next to Michael.

“Don’t worry about it, he’s just moody.”

You get up. “It’s not just moody.” You walk upstairs, looking for Calum. “Cal?” You walk in one of the bedrooms, finding Calum on a bed. “Hey.”

He looks up, growls and looks back down at his phone.

“Calum?”

“What?”

“Can we talk?”

He rolls his eyes. “What about?”

“That. Why do you always need to be so rude to me?”

“I’m not.”

“You are. Why? What have I done to you?”

“Nothing, I just don’t like your face.”

You shake your head. “My face?”

“Yeah and I hate that I have to look at it all the time.”

“I can’t help it. It’s my face, I didn’t make it myself.”

“Well I can’t it help it either.”

You don’t know what so say or do, so you just walk out, going to your room.

—–

You grab a bottle of water out of the fridge. “Can we talk about how (Y/N) messed up ‘End up here’?” Calum always has something to say about something that you did during the show, but this is the first time he makes it sound like a real blame.

“I’m sorry?” You turn your head, looking at Calum.

“Yeah you should be.” His eyes shooting fire at you.

“What did I do wrong then?” You turn around, fully facing him.

“Your high note. Seriously, like a cat dead.”

You choke in your sip of water. “Excuse me?! It was defiantly not that bad, please.”

“Your singing was off the whole show to be honest.” His voice is filled with condescension.

You look at the guys, they are all shaking their heads no at you. “Hood, listen to me. I can take criticism, but not if it’s not true. And to be frank I’m not going to take criticism from you. Want to talk about how you forgot your lyrics yesterday?”

“We’re not talking about yesterday, we are talking about today.”

“You know what, you can comment on me if you do everything right. If you can play every song, a whole show without any mistake. Fine then I’ll listen, but if we are honest that has not happened yet, so fuck off.”

“Don’t tell me to fuck off, bitch!” You can see that anger spread over his face.

“I’m not a bitch.”

“You are, bitch.”

“What is wrong with you? I’m noting but nice to you, to everybody, but still you treat me like shit!”

“I just don’t like you. I don’t want you here. I don’t want you in my life. You ruin everything.”

You can feel the tears welling. “Is this about me personally or the band?” You can feel your voice losing its power.

“Both. We don’t need you. We never needed you, we were fine before.”

“Fine, I’m leaving then.” You walk to the door, Calum has a smirk on his face.

“No don’t go.” Ashton grabs your wrist. “Sorry Ash. I’m done.” He loosens his grips and you walk out. 

—–

“You need to let them know how you are.”

You are looking at your phone, one missed call after the other, one message after the other, one text after the other, all from Luke, Michael or Ashton. “I texted that I’m fine.”

“But they don’t know that you are here.”

“No Niall, they don’t.” You are sitting on the couch. You pull your blanket higher and you sink deeper into the seat.

“Babe.”

“I know. You are friends with them and I’m sorry that I’m getting you in this position. But you are one of the few people I could go to. Hey, but I won’t be much longer.” You look at Niall.

“Stay as long as you want, but just tell them you are here. I don’t want to lie.”

“I will. Tomorrow.”

“Come on (Y/N), it’s been three days and they are fucking worried about you.”

“Tomorrow Niall. Tomorrow.”

“Fine. You know what you are going to do, when will you go back?”

“I’m not going back.”

“Why not?”

“Are you kidding me? You know what a jackass Calum has been to me.”

“I know. But he’s a good guy.”

“Not to me.”

“But he is and I’m sure he has a reason for his behaviour.”

“Niall, please he’s just a jerk.”

“Well …”

You interrupt him. “Drop it. Why didn’t I go to Harry.” You joke.

He laughs. “Okay, okay. But you have to go back once.”

“No. They did great before me and they will do great without me. Calum has won, he wanted me gone and now I’m gone. I have had it with his shit. I hate him.”

“Hate lies close to something else.” You look at Niall, question in your eyes. “Let’s watch a movie.” He gets up and ignores the look that you gave him. 

/Dana/

Tired of pretending (Luke imagine) part 2

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Part 1

MASTERLIST

To do list…

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[Y/N]’s POV (5 months later)

“What are you doing here?” Calum asks shocked when he opens the door.

“Hello to you too…” I chuckle nervously. He frowns.

“Seriously… Why are you here?”

“Because, you guys are only here for three days of your tour and I wanted to see you…? I say cautiously. Calum shakes his head and sighs.

“You shouldn’t be here [Y/N]…” I close my eyes and swallow hard. I know I should have been prepared for this reaction, but I guess I’d hoped for them to be at least a little bit happy to see me.

“Okay, I’m sorry… I just thought…” I trail off not really knowing what to say.

“[Y/N]?” I hear someone say from inside the house. I look around Calum and see Ashton walking towards us.

“I get it… But it’s not fair to Luke!” Calum says catching my attention again.

“We were friends too, Cal” I murmur and he sighs dejected.

“You broke his heart [Y/N]” Ashton, who’s stopped next to Calum, sighs frustrated.

“You can’t be mad at me for that! I did what I thought was right” I whimper, feeling the tears prick my eyes.

“We’re not mad! But you don’t know what you did to him!” Calum says upset and Ashton nods.

“We know it wasn’t your intention, but because of you Luke was a mess for months!”

“Yeah, like we had to listen to him cry himself to sleep throughout the whole tour… He only really recovered like a month ago! It’s too soon [Y/N]…” Calum finishes and I bite the inside of my cheek hard not to sob.

“Okay, I’m sorry” I say before turning on the spot and quickly leaving them behind me.

—-

Luke’s POV

“Okay, would you stop pacing and sit down? You’re making me nervous!” Calum snaps at me and I throw myself in a chair nearby, letting out a loud groan.

“I don’t think I can do this guys…” I begin and my three bandmates stare at me.

“Because of…” I frown before Ashton can finish his sentence and he hesitates.

“Are you afraid she’s out there?” Michael asks and I nod silently with a nauseated expression on my face.

“I’ve already told you… She won’t be!” Calum chimes in, trying to console me. I drag my finger through my hair messing it up a bit and take a few deep breaths.

“Problem is… Our friend here is equally worried she won’t be!” Ashton sighs and puts a comforting hand on my shoulder. Calum furrows his brows and looks at Michael, who’s looking at Ashton, but nobody says anything else.

Suddenly there is a soft knock on the door before it swings open.

“2 minutes guys!” Kelley, our assistant tour manager, says chirpy and we all force a smile back at her. Ashton picks up his drumsticks while me and Michael take a last quick look in the mirror prior to following Kelley through a long, narrow hallway that leads to the back of the stage.

We can hear the chanting of the audience growing louder and louder. We stop next to a small set of stairs leading up to the main stage and wait for Kelley’s queue. The background music that had been playing fades and I hear the crowd going crazy out there. Someone places a guitar in front of me and I adjust the strap over my shoulders. Kelley nods and gives me a small smile and I forcefully play the first chord.

– – –

About an hour into the show I take a gulp of water as Calum interacts with the crowd.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” he yells in the mic and the cheers are overwhelming. He laughs and we all wait a moment to let the fans quiet down a bit.

“So… We were thinking about slowing down a bit right now, if that’s okay with you guys?” Michael teases the audience, while a stage crew member hands him his acoustic guitar. When he’s finished correcting his guitar strap he looks at the rest of us to check if we’re ready, and when we nod, he starts strumming the melody to our song ‘Amnesia’. The crowd absolutely explodes with excitement and as Calum sings the first words every single person out there sings them back to us. I can’t help but to smile, this is the most amazing feeling in the world.

I’m singing the chorus preparing to go over to the bridge. The music gently fades as the lights sway and turn out to the crowd, illuminating the scen before me.

If today I woke up with you right beside me, like all of this was just some twisted dream” I sing softly, gazing over the crowd before I close my eyes for a moment. “I’d hold you closer than I ever did before… And you’d never slip away!” I continue somewhat louder and open my eyes again, my gaze captured by a pair of mesmerinzing, all too familiar eyes looking straight at me. “And you’d never hear me say…” I catch my breath and stumble a few steps backwards. Unable to take my eyes off her, I forget to sing the rest of the words. Thankfully the crowd sings louder than ever and Calum, who’s more than confused, tries to save the last chorus by clumsily singing my part.

Cause, I’m really not fine at all…” I hear Calum end the song, but my focus is still all set on the girl in front of me, smiling shyly at me, holding up a sign as the last chord echoes in the speakers.

'I’m not fine at all either…'it reads.

Hamlet and the Pirates (9/?)

Summary: In a miraculous feat of Murphy’s Law, Emma ends up paired with Killian Jones for an English project - one of the few people at her school that she really, genuinely Does Not Like. It doesn’t help that Neal’s back in town.

High School AU, slow-build CaptainSwan

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 Emma did not want to go to school on Monday.

She hadn’t had such a terrible weekend since year 9, sneaking out to buy pregnancy tests and discretely visiting a doctor, sick with nerves the entire time. It was like Neal all over again, except this time she hadn’t just been abandoned, she had been betrayed.

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anonymous asked:

do you really think there's no hope for ian and mickey? you reblogged something about how it's going to be difficult. i have hope because they pushed it so much this season but i'm araid to have hope. do you think they can ever get back to where they were at?

I think you’re referring to this post. 

First of all, I don’t ever want anyone to feel like they shouldn’t have hope because that’s an awful place to be in. I think it’s completely fine to have hope because I still think they’re going to be endgame. (Besides, if they’re not, we all know the fandom will not accept any other reality!)

This got a little long, so I’m putting the rest of it under the cut. (It’s really all over the place, and I apologize for that! I have a lot of feelings about this scene and the possibilities for the upcoming season)

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better with two, brilliant with three (1/3)

ten/rose/tentoo. extraordinarily adult (eventually). ~4k this chapter.
behold, my valentine’s day gift to my readers! triple the lovin’!
and what better way to procrastinate the gut-wrenching angst of anthropomorphic than with some ot3 porn as a reminder that they could have had it all? HAH. i kill myself. anyway, enjoy this introduction to the fluffy filth this will become. the fic is finished, so parts 2 and 3 will come sooner than usual! :)
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Rose kicks a bar of the gate sealing the prison cell with a thunderous metallic clang that echoes through the cave. Sharp throbs of agony immediately flare in her toes, and the the brawny guards headed for the exit burst into wolfish laughter. It had been more an outlet for frustration than an actual attempt to escape, but while the bones in her shin rattle with the shock of the impact, the heavy black steel barely vibrates at all. She feels even more helpless than before, and no less angry.

She’s going to kill them.

Grabbing her foot in both hands, she tries uselessly to soothe the stabbing pain radiating through her it as she limps on her good foot to the cobblestone wall.

“Gonna kick down the door, are you, love?” a raspy voice calls from deeper in the cell.

“Might do,” she bites back in the direction of the sound, hiding her surprise that she isn’t alone.

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