idk this is lame i just felt like doing an edit

OMGCP Beauty and the Beast AU-

Okay so here is what I got done last night and I tried to edit it as best I can! This is the first chapter so there will be more comin.

ANYWAY I hope you enjoy and there is more coming, this is just what I managed to write until I got exhausted and went to bed (I’m lame I know)

So like disclaimer: three PAST character deaths. I also changed up the prologue a little to fit the story. I’m taking a light spin on it, not too many drastic changes (if you count the reason Jack was turned into a beast a drastic change idk)

Here is the ao3 link:


Once upon a time in a faraway land, a prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind.

“Yo, Jack-O!” Bartholomew Knight, strides up to his best friend, admiring the party in front of them. “Wicked party man.”

Jack clears his throat as a few people from his court glance over with judgmental expressions.

“Right. Prince Jack-O.” His best friend bristles a little, slightly annoyed by Jack’s dismissive behavior.

“Where did Kent go?” Jack can’t help but ask, because his other closest friend was nowhere to be seen upon the lively dancing of the party. Usually he’s in the middle of it all.

“Don’t know, Brah. Probably fucked off somewhere–”

Jack shoots him another glare for the language, causing ‘Shitty’ (he liked to call himself just to get on Jack’s nerves) to sigh dramatically.

“Can you be a little less vulgar?” Jack practically bites the words out, sounding extremely unkind. “Why are you with me anyway? Usually you’re following Larissa around right about now.”

“Never mind. Thought you’d want my company, but I guess I’m an embarrassment. Now I know why Kenny dearest isn’t around. I wouldn’t be surprised if he left the palace again.”

The words struck a chord, and Jack watched helplessly as his friend left his side.

But then, one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold.

“Hey yo, your highness?” Adam Birkholz, one of the guards approached him with his other pair in tow, Justin Oluransi. 

“–there’s someone at the door. She’s kinda sketch, but we don’t want to turn away a guest.” Justin says.

“I don’t remember inviting any outsiders.” Jack grunts, but he still follows them and weaves himself through the party. Once the three get to the door, a crouched figure with horrible posture shakes from the cold in a dark cloak covering most of their body. He feels the slightest bit of sympathy, but ever since his parents were assassinated, he trusted absolutely no one, and probably never will again.

“Who are you?” Jack demands, placing himself safely behind his two guards.

An old and scratchy voice responds. “Georgia Martin, no one special. I’m just looking for shelter from the cold. It’s quite a storm out there.”

When Jack doesn’t respond, she clears her throat and reaches down to pull something out of her cloak. Jack stumbles back in fear, and his two guards immediately block him from view.

“Relax, Jack Zimmermann,” –she can’t just address me informally like that– “It is only a rose. A peace offering and a gift, in exchange for your hospitality.”

Repulsed by her haggard and sketchy appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances. For beauty is found within, and not every unfamiliar mundane is evil.

“No way am I letting you stay here.” Jack snarls at the woman, setting himself in front of his guards in a fit of anger. “A stranger can’t just waltz in here. This is a palace, not an inn.”

“I will not harm you.” She reassures him. “You have my word. Give me a chance?”

“Only fools allow complete strangers into their home.” Jack says sternly, still a little bit shaken.

“Like your parents?”

His blood runs cold and his hands begin to shake in the beginnings of a panic attack. “Get out.” He snaps, and his tone holds heavy malice that was sharp enough to cut anyone.

And when he dismissed her again, the old woman’s ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late. For she had seen there was no trust or kindness in his heart.

“Wrong answer, Prince Zimmermann.” Her appearance quickly changes in a flurry of gold light, changing her appearance faster than Jack can process. The gold dissipates, revealing a kind and beautiful face that couldn’t possibly be ‘mundane’. Jack suddenly feels the cold twinge of regret as the woman gives him a soft smile. A smile that reminded him a little of his mother, and he felt his heart constrict in sadness.

“Whoa– what the hell are you?” Adam mutters with a look of blatant surprise, while Justin’s mouth is glued shut in silent terror.

Then Jack feels something warm begin to flood over his body, which he assumes is the feeling of magic. There’s no other explanation.

“Stop it.” Jack glances behind him at his frenzied party guests trying to escape. “I’m sorry. You can stay one night. Just stop whatever you’re doing–”

Those were the last words Jack spoke before he felt his body change, causing slight pain deep in his bones. The heartbreaking shouts from his guests and his closest friends fill his ears, which was the most painful of all.

“Jack!” He hears Kent’s voice sound in the background noise, horrified and frightened. “Goddammit, what have you done?”

And his punishment: she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful curse on the castle and all who lived there.

Like a snap of someone’s finger, everything went silent as objects clattered to the floor and his body burned with a raw sensation.

He glanced in a nearby mirror and reeled backward from what he saw. That woman– that witch– had turned him into some kind of monster.

Ashamed of his monstrous form, he concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose. Which would bloom until his twenty-first year if he could learn to love and trust another and earn their love and trust in return.

“Until you can learn to fully love another and trust them with your love, you will stay like this.” The enchantress’s voice rang loud and clear, and quite frankly terrifying in the sudden, eerie silence.

And when the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years past, he fell into despair and lost all hope.

“This is for your own good, Jack.”

For who could ever learn to love a beast.


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When to let go | One

Originally posted by vminv

| TaehyungxReader |

| Genre: Mafia AU, CEO AU, angst, fluff |

| WC: 4.1k |

| Warnings: Swearing, light fluff, time jump in future chapters |

Kim Taehyung is nothing but trouble, and that was probably what drew you in when you first met him. But fast forward nearly two years; lots of things had changed, including you. And you began to grow tired of the boy who hasn’t changed at all.
So, the only way you could think of to fix your aching heart, is to let him go. But of course, nothing happens as you’d like it to.
Especially when it came to time. |

a/n: this was not edited yet Idk what this is tbh but I hope you guys enjoy it!!!

| Prologue | PART ONE | part two |


You weren’t the type of girl to get yourself mixed up with the wrong crowds.
At least, not anymore.
But two years ago, that’s all you were about.

Parties, alcohol, the whole rebellious attitude towards your parents, and especially bad boys.
But not your typical, leather jacket and motorcycle bad boys -as they’d write in some books- but the ones who don’t really have much difference in their appearance from everyone else. They’re the ones who spend most of their free time smoking weed or steeling cars for the fun of it. The ones who carry knives in their pockets and get into fist fights for stupid things. The ones who rebel against their -usually- rich parents and waste their money on drugs and alcohol. The ones who sometimes even come with their own lame gang groups and do stupid shit.
The ones that were the real definition of a ‘bad boy’.

But most of what they do is only behind closed doors and is hidden in their charming smiles.
A charming smile that you yourself fell for, of course.
And Kim Taehyung was the name it belonged to. 

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Marichat Day 10: What If...

*Waves hands in the general direction of this story*

I don’t know what this is. I’m sorry. I was supposed to be writing the Marichat Day 11 prompt, but was immediately inspired by Day 10 instead so… Oops? Also, this has been 0% edited because its 1:30 am and I could wait until tomorrow to edit/ post but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

It’s accidentally almost 2k lol oops ,,

What If…

“What if I told you to come back next week, same time?” She asked softly, trying to read the bright green eyes staring back at her. She isn’t sure what compelled her to ask, what made her want him to return. But it was there, and she had been biting back the question all night. Maybe it was because he looked lonely, she thought. Maybe it’s because his ears were drooped and his tail was limp when she caught him sitting out on her balcony. Maybe it was the way he seemed to come to life when she made him laugh, when she snuck him some cookies, when she talked about her new designs. Maybe it was the way his smile made her feel light inside. She isn’t sure exactly what it is, but she’s drawn to him in a way she can’t explain.

“Well, I guess I’d see you next week,” He says, a small but pleased smile on his lips.

“Maybe I’ll have some warm croissants saved for you, just in case you do come by.” She says, and watches the way his smile brightens even more, his eyes almost actually look happy.

“Maybe I won’t be able to wait until next week then,” He says with a chuckle, and Marinette beams. He leaves a short while later, and Marinette almost wishes she could have asked him to stay a little longer.


“What if I told you to never come back?” Marinette asked softly, avoiding his eyes. She can’t look at him, not when his eyes are so easy to read. He wears his expressions so openly with her, it’s like she has a front row seat to his soul. It’s amazing and awe-inspiring and heartbreaking all at once. Because it’s too much.

He came back every week, the same night, the same time. They smiled and laughed and shared treats. She showed him her sketches, he sat and watched her sow, she drew pictures of him. They coloured on magazine pictures together, sitting on the balcony and watching the sun set. They played video games while sitting shoulder to shoulder. They laid on their backs and counted stars together, and he told her that she shined brighter than every star in the universe. He napped in her lap while she played with his hair, listening to music softly. They sang to goofy songs together, making up the words when they forgot them.

She got so used to seeing him, to him landing on her balcony and knocking on her door, to him smiling at her with those soulful green eyes that always seemed to be sincerely happy to see her. She got so used to his smile and his laugh and his voice and his arms around her and when did she get so used to this? When did this become something she wasn’t sure she could live without? When did she fall in love with Chat Noir?

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. But the more she thought about it, the more she knew for certain that she was in love with him. The way her stomach swooped when he smiled. How she anxiously waited for him to come visit, sitting on her balcony in joyful anticipation. How she examined herself in the mirror before he arrived, adding a little colour to her lips, hoping he’ll notice. She was in love with him. And she felt horrible.

How could she ever really love him? After she had spurred him away as Ladybug? After she had rejected him time and time again? And what about Adrien? Her heart still longed for the other blonde boy in her life. How could she love them both at the same time? It wasn’t fair to either of them.

Chat Noir was quiet for a long time, and Marinette caved in and looked into those green, green eyes. She expected to see confusion, heartbreak, anger, something. But he was closed off. And that hurt even more than any other emotion he could’ve shown. He was never closed off with her, not even after a stressful day. He was always so sincere and honest with every look. She never had to wonder how he felt or if he was being authentic. But not tonight. Because Marinette had slammed the book shut.

“Well,” He said, turning away to lean against the balcony banister. He stared off at the starry night for a long moment, contemplating what he was going to say. “If that’s what you wanted Princess, I’d never come back.”

Marinette’s eyes filled with tears, no matter how much she willed them away. How dare this boy still be sweet when she was nothing but unfair and cruel?

“I don’t want you to stay away.” She said softly, her voice weak and strained. She didn’t want to cry in front of him. It wasn’t another burden she could bear to put on his back.

“Then I’ll come back. I’ll do whatever you need me to do Marinette.” The sincerity was back, but Marinette didn’t dare to look up and see.

They spent a long moment in silence, before Marinette took a deep breath. She couldn’t look at the super hero, so instead she spoke to the night sky. “It’s getting late, you should probably go.” Her voice sounded much colder than she wanted it to. Chat Noir shifted, and Marinette was filled with panic. Was he leaving? Was he angry? Did he hate her? Would he leave and never come back? She reached out for him, grasping his hand but still refusing to look at him. She found herself at a loss for words.

“Same time next week?” He asked softly, and all Marinette could do was nod. Chat hummed beside her, before leaning over and gently kissing her forehead. He squeezed her hand once and then was gone, disappearing into the night sky. Marinette felt her heart breaking more as he got farther away.


“What if I asked you to never leave?”

Was that a selfish thing to ask, she asks to herself? It’s too late to take the words back now, but she can’t help but wish she could grab the words and shove them back where they came from. Now that they’re spoken out loud though, Marinette desperately needs to know the answer. She had been wondering ever since the kiss. What would happen if he just stayed?

It had taken Marinette a long time to sort her feelings out. She felt horrible for taking her emotions out on Chat, for putting more of her emotional baggage in his hands. She apologized to him the next week, when he returned without fail. She had baked hi special kitty cookies to make up for being a horrible friend the week prior. He assures her that his feelings were purrfectly intact, but Marinette still couldn’t shake the image of Chat closing his walls on her. Not that she blamed him, of course. She had attacked him with her question out of the blue. How was he supposed to know she was having an emotional crisis?

In the end, it had taken a few weeks for her to really sort her feelings out. Should she beat herself up for having feelings for two different boys? Tikki assured her that it was completely normal for humans to have romantic affection for many people at once, and even her mother had assuaged the young girl’s guilt. She cared for Adrien very deeply, maybe even loved him. But she didn’t even know him, not really. Chat Noir had opened up for her in a way that no one else could, and there was no denying the love she held for her superhero partner.

It had taken weeks after that before she had the guts to kiss him. The thought had been there, in the back of her mind every time he came to visit. The moonlight would shine on his face in the perfect way and she’d just think kiss him. Kiss him now. But she never did. She made a lame joke that made him laugh so hard he fell off his chair, and she internally crooned kiss him you idiot. But she didn’t. She made a pun and watched his face light up with pure, unadulterated joy, and she practically screamed at herself to just bloody kiss him already! But still, she resisted. It wasn’t until they were sitting at her computer playing video games that she actually decided that tonight would be the night that she kissed him. If he wanted to, at least.

And she did. She had been so distracted during their video game match that Chat Noir had actually managed to get the upper hand and win the game. He hooted with joy at the victory and was about to turn and playfully rub it in Marinette’s face. Except Marinette’s face was a lot closer than he was expecting.

“A victory kiss,” She breathed, and watched the way Chat Noir’s eyes flicked to her lips, the way his tongue darted out to wet his own, and she leaned in, pressing her lips against his. It was sweet, innocent, and yet they were both completely out of breath by the time they parted.

“God I’ve been wanted to do that for so long now,” He breathed, and Marinette felt her heart swell.

She wanted to ask them there, then, if he could stay. Never leave, just… stay there, with her. But she couldn’t find the words and even if she could, it was too soon to say them. In the end he had to leave, because it was late and a school night. But he promised to return the next night, and every night after that if she wanted.

They’ve kissed a few more times since then, at least once per visit, but they haven’t talked about what it meant. Marinette wonders if he’s hesitating for the same reason she is. If they decide to take this further than just innocent kisses, it would mean everything would change, forever. There’s no way Marinette could date the boy without telling him that she’s Ladybug first. And Chat Noir wouldn’t want to date her if he couldn’t do it as a civilian. And while Marinette wanted nothing more than to be able to love Chat Noir in all forms… Were either of them really ready for that?

In the end, it hadn’t mattered if they were ready or not. Not when Ladybug accidentally witnessed Chat Noir detransforming after one long, draining akuma attack, upon which she discovered that the blond superhero she was in love with was also the blond super model she was in love with. Of course Marinette decided the best course of action was to wait for Chat on her balcony that night transformed as Ladybug, so that all secrets were on the table. That led to one very long, very late conversation, which leads to…

“Well my lady, I guess I’d have to build myself a fort here on your balcony and stay forever,” He mused, pulling Marinette in closer. They were standing on the balcony, leaning against the railing and staring at the Eiffel Tower, enjoying each other’s company.

“You know what I mean, kitty.” She said with a soft chuckle, entwining her hand with her boyfriend’s.

“I’m all yours Marinette,” He murmured, kissing her temple. “I’ll be here for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Forever it is then,” She said, turning to face him, reaching up on her tiptoes and sealing the deal with a kiss.

My piece for the Sheithlentine exchange on Twitter! Happy Valentines, @foxkunkun! I’m still learning how to draw digitally so I’m sorry if the colours are too bold, but I hope you like it! A lil fic to go with this underneath c: EDIT: Something in my theme is causing this to be copied twice when you look at this on my blog from a computer?? IDK how to fix it, sorry ^^;

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notenoughgatorade  asked:

i want i want i want!!!!! derek freaking out over buying the PERFECT gift for stiles as a overture to show his feelings / a big xmas dinner and by xmas eve derek is sure no one will invite him, stiles shows up to invite him and sexy shenanigans / a xmas down the line in the WWII verse with lydia and the kids also (all/take a pick, loool)

The first year was easy.

Stiles was a senior in high school, and buying him a new PS4 game was the equivalent of declaring his love.

“This isn’t a marriage proposal, is it?” Stiles asked as he held the game to his chest protectively. “Because at the moment, I’m on the fence.” Derek just rolled his eyes and grunted.

Stiles had gotten him car wax and three new books. It was exactly what Derek wanted.


It took them three years to say the L-word.

Stiles was a junior in college, and they had been casual for awhile, seeing other people, but that didn’t really work that well because they got pissed if one of them so much as looked at another person. But saying I love you, that was a big deal. Derek because he was scared the word was cursed, and Stiles because he was scared he didn’t know what the word meant.

That Christmas it didn’t matter what they got one another; they were too happy saying “I love you” as they held hands and walked through the snow, kissing under mistletoe, and listening to sappy Christmas songs.

Derek’s still embarrassed that people actually witnessed that phase. Scott and Isaac still make fun of them.


The year they moved in together, Derek bought Stiles something Batman, a rare comic he didn’t have (Derek knew; he snooped through his entire comic collection in their living room to check). Stiles just stared at it, his head moving back and forth like one of those dashboard dogs.

Stiles bought Derek leather-bound collector’s editions of all the Game of Thrones books.

“We’re kinda lame,” Derek laughed as he looked at their gifts.

“No dude, we’re fucking awesome,” Stiles said distractedly, not bothering to look up from where he was reading the comic with gloves on.


One year, Stiles surprised Derek with a classical tour of Italy. “Because I know how much you love boring, old stuff,” Stiles had joked, but Derek knew the trip had been as much for Stiles as for Derek.

But sometimes they bought each other DVDs, and sometimes they bought each other sweaters. Derek never actually minded the sweaters; he liked wearing things Stiles thought looked good on him.

He particularly liked how eager Stiles was to remove the sweaters he bought him. Derek liked the way they looked on Stiles later, when he’d grab Derek’s sweater from the floor and tug it over his naked body and stumble through the house, cold and in need of a snack.


This year, this year had to be perfect.

“I don’t know what to tell you, son,” the sheriff had said. “You’ve been together for almost a decade. You know him better than anyone.”

“My mind keeps going back to jewelry,” Derek told Allison and Lydia when they met for lunch. “But I can’t exactly see Stiles wearing a diamond solitaire.”

Lydia huffed. “You know, thinking men don’t enjoy jewelry and that all women do is a genderist, narrow-minded way of thinking.”

“But you love diamonds,” Allison pointed out.

“That has nothing to do with my gender.”

When Derek talked to Scott, Scott just stared at him. “Why did you tell me?” Scott asked. “How am I ever going to keep this a secret?”

So, Derek bought the usual things for Stiles – clothes, some DVDs, a few special, collectible geek things. But he saved the most important thing for last.

“Another gift?” Stiles asked in surprise when he found the small box under their tree. Derek felt the tips of his ears burning as he anxiously watched Stiles tear off the precisely wrapped gift.

With each rip of the paper, Derek second guessed himself, and when Stiles finally got to the box, he almost told him to stop. Stiles had a confused smile on his face as he lifted the lid and found a folded piece of paper. He pulled it out and opened it.

Will you marry me?

Stiles didn’t move for so long that Derek started to get worried, but then Stiles twisted around and reached into the end table drawer for a pen. He scribbled something on the paper, and then handed it back to Derek.


anonymous asked:

why did you delete your high roller edit? it's so amazing ahskdzasdagsdf

ahh i don’t even know where to start tbh hahah.. this is probably going to be very long.

this is how i view this situation, feel free to form your own opinion about this.

first of all, the main reason i deleted this video is that the original owner of this video told me to, because i used her footage without her permission.
let me tell you that i checked the used fancam’s description before i uploaded my edit (as always) and back then i didn’t spot any sentence saying that people are not allowed to edit this person’s footage. i don’t know if the admin changed the description by now or if i didn’t see it, but when i looked it up, i didn’t found anything.
the description was written in korean and as you guys know, i can’t read hangul nor speak/understand any korean. honestly speaking, i think people should not expect every single korean culture/kpop/whatever interested person to be able to understand/speak/read the korean language, but that’s my opinion.
anyway, i was worried that the admin may have warned people about not using her content in her (i guess) native language, therefore i asked a friend of mine, who studies the korean language, to check the fanpage’s, the video’s and twitter’s description (and twitter’s latest tweets, sorry but i’m not going to look through idk how many thousand tweets just to find some important information which should actually be on top of a fanpage) for any hints regarding this whole editing topic. she didn’t found any prohibitions.
in my point of view, i don’t get why people don’t want their stuff to be spreaded (w/ credits ofc) since it’s the best form of advertisement for your page BUT nevertheless if you don’t want me to use your stuff, it’s okay. you’re the owner. you have the rights. i’m not an asshole. i will put it down if you tell me to and if there is no other way to solve this problem and come to a compromise. but if you are an admin of a fanpage, make it clear and post it somewhere where everyone should be able to see if they can use your footage or not.

however, the way this person let me know that i should take down my video is the more… relevant part of this story.
when i checked my yt channel today, i noticed that my high roller vid was literally flooded with comments (i really regret not screenshoting them tbh, i’m sorry). the comment section was mainly filled with hatred and rudeness, telling me that i’m a disrespectful *insert prefered insult here* and that i don’t appreciate this fanpage’s hard work.
anyway, the main message of all those comments was: “delete your video”. so i did without hesitating and tbh i regret it but let’s continue:
when i read some comments, i felt really bad, because if you follow me on tumblr for quite a while (or know me in person) you should know that i’m the least likely person to hurt anyone’s feelings intentionally but also stealing somebody’s work on purpose and do not give credit to the original owner.
i’m ok with hate, i don’t care if people don’t appreciate my existence, my sexuality,my looks, simply don’t like me or whatever reason they might have, but people who only see black and white and don’t even raise an eyebrow to look up both positions of a conflict make me sicker than sick. 

after deleting the video i went on twitter and somebody told me that the admin wants to delete all her videos (the person messaging me told me that i’m the reason that she wants to close her yt channel, but the only thing i saw was this tweet down below. i don’t have any other evidence for this statement, because i’m not going to look through all the tweets displaying me as a disrespectful and ungrateful person ).

anyway, another tweet i found was this one:

i don’t know the exact moment the admin posted this comment under my video, maybe because i was still asleep when all this drama happened.
i would love to know the reason why a simple “pls delete it” wasn’t enough. didn’t i delete the video fast enough, because of timezones?
sorry but making a twitter post on your official fanaccount, which btw has over 125k followers (way more than my lame channel), gives me the impression of wanting to drag me down but also setting your followers up against me, just because you didn’t mention that people aren’t allowed to edit your footage and for me this isn’t something that obvious every editor should know, many apologies. 

gotta get some facts right, this is NOT my fault.

i also got accused of being a thief because i “claimed” this fanpage’s footage as my own. where the fuck does this come from. i ALWAYS credit the content i used and my high roller edit wasn’t an exception. the video’s description clearly showed the original video i used for editing, i also put the link right behind the fancam’s name. i didn’t remove the watermark as well.

i am NOT a thief and i never was.

p.s. i found this fancam through another person’s edit.


first of all, holy crap there are over 4,000 people who decided to listen to a living trash bag (aka me) throw up my love of phan all over this blog.
so I know most people do follow-forevers and tag mutuals and be nice and sweet and stuff….
but I have like no friends because I’m awkward and can only follow on my primary blog (*cough* @meowitscaren​ btw) so no one notices me, so I decided to do a little meetup!

*cue the crickets*

It might seem lame, and yes, it seems like EVERYONE and their grandmother are doing phandom meetups, but I want to be able to see who these lovely muffins who follow me are, and maybe a few of you could make new friends :) 
I know some of you might say that this isn’t a big deal and stuff, but I created this blog for a freaking dan meme and in just four months, I’ve met my best friend @twistedhowell​ who will be helping me host this meetup (because I’m a chicken and can’t do this alone) and I’ve been dragged even deeper into this never ending spiral we affectionately call the phandom.

so here we go!

date: sunday, may 1st

time: 8 AM CST + the meetup will last 24 hours

tag: #4kphandumbmeetup (keep in mind it’s the phanDUMB because i’m stupid and that’s my url)

SUGGESTIONS (or idk what to call this)

  • you can post anything from a selfie to an edit to art to a funny textpost, anything!
  • include your name :) i want to get to know everyone, and if you meet someone, it get rids of the whole awkward “so I was talking to you but I don’t know your name um” situation
  • this is a meetup to celebrate reaching 4K so please be following me (wow I feel like trash for saying that >.<) and @twistedhowell because I would be lost without her
  • have fun!!! meet someone, casually slide into their dms (god knows that’s what I did), tell me something that made you smile, show everyone that selfie you felt kinda cute in, be happy.
  • and yo maybe reblog this?

ps if this gets less than 20 notes or no one participates, this didn’t happen and I’ll go cry in a corner alone :)))))

im so sorry about that edit lol

bUT ANYWAY, i reached 3000 followers last week? i think and i just felt like doing another follow forever yay :)

Friends yay :) :

educashtoneMMA you’re 1/3 of calumsvadertacos (is this even a thing lol) but idk how we’re even friends like idk we’re just both really lame.. we just talk about random things and you’re great and very super pretty im sad :( ily 

cantbreathelucasclaaaiiire :)) ok so you’re another 1/3 of calumsvadertacos and you’re funny and we always reblog each others stuff hahah you reblogged my selfie once and you said something really nice but i deleted my selfie after because i was embarrassed haha we dont talk as much as i would like to though.. :(( but yeah we’re friends and ily too

pantlesslucasim on your friends list so i guess we’re friends haha you’re really pretty and i reblog your selfies all the time because how can i not?? we have to talk more lol 

awkscliffordINGRID YOU’RE REALLY SARCASTIC AND FUNNY AND CUTE like idk if you count me as a friend but you’re my friend so.. yah you’re stuck with me too :)) whenever i make posts you always reply with something sarcastic and thats kind of how we communicate lol with sarcasm 

fxckhemmingsi miss seeing you being active on my dashboard :( huhuhu how did we even start talking?? lol but you’re funny and just really nice :)) idk this sounds weird but it feels like you’re my older, tumblr sister hahaha i think its because you called me “little buttifulcal”

other people you should be following if you’re not already:

banashtons, 5soslovefam, niftyluke, fineirwin, 5sosmichael, yeahcalum, irwxns, ashy-irwin, irwinception, pikashton, secondsoffsummer, stfuhood, simmerdwn, greenlght, fknmichael, kingsluke, mtvbitch, mchael5sos, iblamecal, lazykidirwin, 5sosfficial, underashton, woahashton, cvlum-hood, slutlucas, ohemmoh, zarrehs, strictlypunk, irywin, idblowcalumhood, plaidmikey, ash5sos, weedmuke, thestaticsounds, hemmofficial, hazza-stylez, irwinings, spankingcalum, ashtoniirwiin, lotuslucas, hemmosource, lashton-xx, hrrys, damnlucas, fkncalum, 5sozfam, heartbrakegirl, whoafucknarry, ashtonsjigglypuff, unpredictcble, funluke, baessists, hemmophilia, f-ivesos, hufcal, beaniemike, sarcalstic, babelucas, infinitehemmo, calumslisp, fratboycal, liambangs, lucasvevo, fiverejects, laa-art, irwinty, perfhood, fiestaluke, @assholuke, @acoustic-cal, @mukenope, puffdaddyirwin, hemmingsquiff, @smashton5sos,  hotdamn5sos, 5sosashton, cutelucas, ashtonsdimples14, sexycliffconda, @flyingunicornmikey, smashirwin, arcadehoran, helloashtonbabe, calumoxide, calumsbum, calavicle, blamecalum, michaelcliffourd, 5sostrum, bootical, ashtonbangme, mikashton, embarrassedluke, flechter, michaelgclifford, fallenfor5sos, 5saucefeels, ashotons, ihemmingsluke, lucashemmingsx, 5secondsofsummer-official, jellyscribbles, mistahlevi, jaesamahatchet-to-the-face, brokensrecord, irwinkiss, trippycalum, heartbreakirwin

I also found out that two blogs that i followed deactivated they’re blogs :(( (mikeysvevo and squirwin)

oh and last but not least 5sos-official you dorks are the reason i started this blog :)