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Why Atypical is Crap- from an Actual Autistic Person

In case you dont already know Atypical is a hot load of garbage (although this shouldn’t really come as a surprise considering how wonderfully Netflix has dealt with mental health in the past) here is my personal run through.  

This is dedicated to the 100 beautiful porn bots that follow my blog, I’m sure you’ll all appreciate this. If any actual autistic people find this though (and if you manage to read through all this crap), I’d appreciate your pov as well since i probably won’t even cover a tenth of what’s wrong (esp considering I’ve only watched the first episode, but take this as first impressions, if you will). 

  • Apparently autism is synonymous with stupidity, but this isn’t much of a surprise since this has become the sweet new meme among edgy 4chan users. 
  • Autistic people are completely gullible and lack any critical thinking whatsoever
  • Only white straight cis men can be autistic (only). It doesn’t matter they are primarily the only demographic shown with autism and this has been the state of things for far too long, or that we desperately need representation for autistic people who are poc, women or lgbt+ (especially considering that girls are frequently misdiagnosed to the point that some medical professionals- medical professionals- refuse to diagnose girls with autism at all, or that many poc struggle to get a diagnoses or even a review because of racist teachers or psychologists)
  • He’s tech savy bc we all know that if he wasn’t interested in computers he wouldn’t be autistic (though i can say that i do appreciate the fact his main special interest is biology and the antarctic, although it still follows the same STEM stereotype)
  • His sister constantly bullies and makes fun of his symptoms (but she defends him against other people so it’s okay) dad can’t relate bc he doesn’t play sports and just generally acts like he hasn’t realised or got over the fact that his son’s autistic (despite living with him for what? 17 yrs???), mum is a typical Autistic Mum™ who is burdened with her godawful son, both parents heavily imply life would be better without him. Not to mention the mother is v. paranoid about him having any kind of independence, bc he ‘can’t survive without them’They have stereotypical Autistic Family™ down to an art, congratulations Netflix for being so revolutionary, because god forbid autistic people actually have a supportive family or group of friends that dont constantly make fun of them and emphasise how much they make their lives a burden. (btw, im not saying that every autistic kid’s family has to be perfect; but their family could  at least treat them with some dignity and not do what every other ableist show has done)
  • He has zero self awareness, and of course he can’t date or do anything well without being heavily dependent on a nt. (Can I also emphasise that im not saying autistic people dont have these symptoms, just that they are used so often that its a huge stereotype and is portrayed as a crude caricature) 
  • He can’t date what a surprise never seen that one before netflix we already know autistics are r*t*rds that can’t date of course they can't 
  • The stupid as fuck instance when his psychiatrist asks for his brain??? How did they think that was ok?? (and even if it was, it’s totally impractical and ignores the fact that there are plenty of older -and already dead- autistic people who are, you know, not 60+ years away from dying
  • He can only ever talk about his special interest because autistics never talk about anything else you know never. 
  • ‘i can see your bra’ ??? (again, caricature)
  • there’s so much that bugs me but its hard to articulate sometimes so again, if there’s an autistic person who has seen this crap and has something to add i’d really appreciate it.
  • also apparently it was written by non-autistic people (am i surprised??) and the cast isn’t autistic. I dont think i have to go into how fucking stupid this is, considering it’s A STORY ABOUT BEING AUTISTIC AND NO ONE WHO HAS WORKED ON IT IS AUTISTIC. How the fuck do people think making this shit was a good idea?? 
  • ‘every time the phone rings’ (suchhhh a burdennnn, he’s not the same as themmm)
  • Sam is another Sheldon
  • The thing i hate the most about the show is the level of condescension. I feel like the protagonist is presented as the same caricature, straight white guy who is afraid to talk to girls, nerdy and smart but without an ounce of independence, never speaks up for himself and is a collection of all the stereotypes we’ve seen before, he lacks any nuances what so ever. He is another autistic character written by neurotypical people.
  • apparently also their only form of research was talking to autistic kids (bc you know we’re so r*t*rded that we’re all the same, regardless of age) and parents
  • Autism Speaks supports it, I don’t think I need to continue. 

Ok, but all this other stuff isn’t even that infuriating because, you know, we’ve seen it so many times before it’s just laughable. But they crossed a fucking line (and I’m not joking with this one) when they decided that it was ok to use one of my favourite fucking bands in their shit tv show. I’m always going to be reminded of this crap whenever I listen to them again, Netflix, and I’m fukcing pissed its not fucking acceptable. fuck. you.

I feel like I’ve covered most of the things I had problems with, but again I’d love if other autistic people could add on to the discussion (neurotypicals are welcome to reblog)

Fell For You-Jack Avery (Part 2)

Author’s Note: This is the highly requested part two to my Jack imagine titled Fell For You. If you haven’t yet read the first part, here it is!!! Enjoy, hope I didn’t disappoint!!! :-)

♥ ♥ ♥

“Are you ready to order yet?” your waitress asks as you finish your third lemonade. “Still waiting on someone.” you say as you fiddle with your straw out of embarrassment. 

She gives you a look and you sigh before checking the time again. Your best friend Jack was supposed to meet you at your favorite diner an hour ago and here you were, waiting like a lost puppy for him to show.

Your waitress stops by the table again but before she can speak you save her the trouble of breaking your heart with her questions. “I’m leaving. Sorry to waste your time.” you mumble as you grab your belongings and head for the door. 

When you reach your car you dial Jack’s number and when you get no response, you decide to drive over to his place, humming along with the radio until you reached your destination.

All week Jack had been acting weird and it was finally time for you to figure out what was going on with him. He had never been the best at feelings–he saw them as weaknesses–but you had always been the one that he told his secrets to. 

It took some coaxing and hard work on your part, you had to approach him at the right time, in the right place, with the right attitude. It was hard, but you knew what and when to do…And you decided it was time.

When you finally pull up in the driveway you frown as you notice there are no cars in front of Jack’s house. Pausing for a moment, you decide that maybe you should just head home; until you see Jack’s room light flickering through the window. 

Your eyes dart up to his window and even though you can’t see anything, a sick feeling flows through you. Putting the car in park, you hop out and walk slowly to the front door, loud muffled music filling your ears. 

Knocking loudly, you wait for a few moments before Jack swings the door open with a big smile. “Hellooooo (Y/N)!” he yells and you push him inside softly, shushing him as loudly as possible. 

“Jack shut up! Have you been drinking?” you gape and he just grins goofily. You didn’t even have to ask, really, the smell of his breath made it evident. “Nooo.” he says with a giggle and your amusement quickly turns to anger. 

“Is this where you’ve been?” you ask agrily, looking into his eyes in the hopes of finding a piece of Sober Jack to have a real conversation with. “Why do you care?” he asks in a mocking tone, taking another swig of whatever he’d been drinking in your absence. 

“I care because you were supposed to meet me at the diner.” you say and it seems to jog his memory a little because his face changes. “I’m sorry (Y/N)…” he says, and for a moment he seems like he’s winding down for the night; until he speaks again. 

“Buuuut since you’re here, you can join us!” he excalims and you look around the room to see who else could possibly be here with Jack. “Us?” you question when you don’t see anyone. 

“Yes, us!” he says, motioning to the various bottles of alcohol strung across the living room. “We’ve got Kinky and Karkov and UV. I know how fond you are of UV.” he slurs as he reads the labels on the bottles, stumbling through the room just to get to each one of them. 

“Jack you need to settle down.” you say, making your way to the kitchen and turning down the music. “Settle down? For what?” he asks and from your spot in the kitchen you can see him unscrewing the cap of another bottle of liquor. 

“No, no, no.” you mumble as you make your way over to him and pry it from his hands. “Jack why are you drinking? And where are your parents?” you ask, sitting down on the couch and clearing a few beer cans for him to join you. 

His face falls and you sigh as you realize you might have just hit a nerve. “Please just talk to me.” you try again and this time he joins you. “My parents are getting a divorce.” he says softly. 

His words hit you hard and before you can even process them he speaks again. “I never thought this would happen.” he mumbles just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Jack I’m so sorry. Where are they now?” you ask quietly, and you’re glad he’s finally starting to chill out. “They’re out. They wanted us all to go on some stupid family dinner so they could tell Isla the news.” he spits, sitting back on the couch. 

“Jesus Jack that’s terrible.” you say sympathetically. “And you wanna know the worst part?” he asks and you hesitate before telling him to go on. “They told me first. They said I would be the one to understand.” he says, his voice breaking before he could finish his sentence. 

Suddenly everything began to make sense: the way Jack was acting lately, his crazy mood swings, him blowing you off. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask him sincerely and he chuckles before answering. 

“Why would I? Your life is perfect (Y/N), you just wouldn’t understand.” Jack scoffs and for some reason this angers you. “Okay my parents aren’t divorced but so what? I would still be here for you.” you say, getting closer to him on the couch as you explain yourself. 

“Why?” he asks and it completely throws you off. “I mean everyone leaves. Why do you stay?” Jack persists. “I just, I don’t know I’ve never thought about it before. We’ve been friends since birth Avery.” you laugh and he joins you before looking around for another drink. 

“Jack just stop okay?” you half ask, half demand and he frowns at you before standing up to continue his search. “Jack I’m serious. I’m here now, you don’t need to do this.” you say, following closely behind him. 

“You’re not my mom.” he snaps and you can’t tell if he’s joking. “What?” you ask, confusion plain on your face. You didn’t want to fight with Jack but he was making it impossible not to. 

“You’re my friend. Not my mom and certainly not my girlfriend!” he yells as he turns to face you and for some reason, this comment stings. “So now me helping you has to be about us being more than friends?” you ask and at this point you’re even angrier than before. 

“Whatever I think you should leave.” he scoffs, pointing to the door. “No Jack I wanna be here for you, I lo-” you start but Jack continues before you can tell him how you really feel. 

“Just go okay! I don’t need your pity and I don’t need you up my ass. You think you’re so perfect? Well guess what, screw you! I don’t need you in my life!” he yells and his words pierce your heart like knives but instead of trying again, you stoop down to his level. 

“You know what?! I hate you Jack Avery! I hate you!” you say but the tears make it hard for you to yell at him without breaking. You don’t take another look at him, you just run to your car and drive home, the tears stinging your eyes making it hard to find your way home but you don’t care about that. You don’t care about anything…

Not Jack, not his parents and certainly not the trouble he’ll be in when he gets caught…At least you tell yourself that you don’t care. After a few months, though, your thoughts become true.

Jack’s P.O.V.

(Y/N)’s face distorts into a frown at Jack’s words and her teeth bring in her bottom lip as she looks deeper into his eyes. “I don’t believe you.” she says and it’s impossible for Jack to even begin to know what she’s thinking. 

He began to think back to when they were younger…What did (Y/N) do when she thought someone was lying? He studied her face for a moment before offering his reply. 

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” “Well you have before.” she says softly, and even though Jack could no longer read her, he could tell she was about to cry. “Yes but I-” he starts but (Y/N) interrupts, her sorrow turning to anger. 

“Just stop Jack. I’ll tutor you but you don’t have to lie to me.” she spits and he doesn’t say anything to defend himself. What else can he say? 

How do you tell someone that you’ve missed them for years? That you’ve watched them every single day, just dying to know how they’re doing but too afraid to ask. 

“You won’t regret this.” he says, getting up quickly and making his way to his car as (Y/N) sends him off with a small wave. Taking one final look at her, Jack started the car and headed for home, completely unaware that (Y/N) stayed out on the deck to watch him drive away.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

“Okay so,” Jack says as he sits down the foot of your bed, making himself comfortable as he pulls out his science book from his backpack. You’d been tutoring him for a couple weeks now and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you loved the time you’d spent with him and you often found yourself looking forward to your little study sessions. 

The first few days weren’t easy… All you did was snap at him and even though he endured it without saying anything, a part of you felt bad and you eventually lightened up, making it easier for the both of you. What you weren’t prepared for, however, was to fall in love with him all over again; this time even quicker than the last. 

“The greater the concentration of OH- ions the stronger the base?” he asks and you nod in amazement. “Yes Jack! I feel like you’re finally getting it!” you exclaim from the chair you were currently sitting in. 

“Thank God because my midterm Chemistry test is tomorrow.” he groans, leaning back on the bed a bit and propping himself up on his elbow. He was still facing you but every once in a while you got the chance to steal a glance or two at the boy as he read the text book. 

You liked seeing Jack like this-in “study mode”-with his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed from what you didn’t know was nervousness due to you watching him. “But that stuff is easy. This is the part I don’t get.” he says, sitting up a bit to point at a particular spot in the book. 

“Here, throw me the book.” you suggest and he almost does. “Why don’t you just come over here?” he says and your heart races at the thought of being that close to him in general, let alone in your bed. 

Swallowing hard, you make your way over to him and sit down next to where Jack was laying. “Okay which part?” you ask, blinking a bit to focus your attention back to the task at hand. 

“The whole scale thing. How am I supposed to remember if a solution is an acid or a base by number?” he asks and you think of a way to explain something that freshman you could easily grasp. 

“Well the scale is zero to fourteen, but seven is the neutral area,” you start and he nods as he watches you closely. “So anything with a pH greater than seven is a base and anything with a pH lower than seven is an acid.” you explain and he jots down some notes before turning to you again. 

“Okay, okay. I need to come up with a way to remember that.” he mumbles to himself, raking a hand through his hair. “Well its not that hard. Just think of it this way,” you say, holding out your arms to resemble a horizontal line. 

“Zero is here,” you make a motion with your left hand. “And fourteen is here.” you say, wiggling your right hand. “Okay,” Jack says, holding out his arms to copy you. 

“A, and B.” you say as you motion your left arm and your right. “So anything A is on the left and anything B is on the right. Acid and base!” he exclaims, laughing as he mimics your gestures. 

“Yes! Good!” you say happily, your hands moving to your mouth to stop your laughter. “Thanks (Y/N). That makes sense actually.” he says as he begins to put his notes away for the night. 

“Yeah absolutely.” you reply, biting your lip as you watch him again. “No really. Thanks for everything.” he says as he turns to face you. “The second chance, the tutoring, all of it." 

"Yeah. It hasn’t been too bad.” you joke as you stand to walk him out. “Not bad at all.” your subconscious adds and you smile to yourself as you make your way to the door with Jack right behind you. 

“See you tomorrow.” Jack says before heading outside. “See you tomorrow.” you repeat as you watch him drive away, and you wonder how you ever made it without this boy.

•••••

“(Y/N)?!” your mom calls from the downstairs and you quickly stuff your books into your backpack before heading down to see what she needs. “Yes mom?” you call as you enter the kitchen, only to giggle at the sight in front of you. 

“Oh my gosh!” you exclaim, bending over with laughter as your mom locks eyes with you, her entire front side covered in what was left of her smoothie. “Its not funny.” she squints and you stifle another laugh before speaking again. 

“Sorry. What do you need?” you ask, trying your best not to burst into another fit of giggles. “A towel would be nice.” she replies sassily and you hurry to grab her one, giving it to her quickly upon your return. 

“What happened?” you ask and she cleans the remainder of the mess as she tells you about her mess of a morning. “Well first I couldn’t find anything to wear except all this ugly white top!” she complains, gesturing to her shirt which after this morning, would definitely not be white anymore. 

“And then I forgot to put the lid on the blender when I made my smoothie!” she continues as you grab an apple from the counter top and throw it in your bag. “Jeez mom. Sorry about your shirt.” you offer but she just waves you off. 

“Problem solved I guess! But I can’t give you a ride today, obviously.” she states and you laugh. “That’s okay, I’m getting a ride from a friend anyway.” you reassure her and she grins widely. 

“Is this friend a boy? By the name Jack Avery?” she asks and your cheeks begin to heat up. “Be quiet! Its not like that. We’re hardly even friends.” you defend, but she isn’t buying it. 

“I saw the smile on your face after he left last night.” she says and your jaw drops. “You were spying on me?! Oh my gosh mom!” you exclaim and she throws her hands in the air. 

“Its my motherly duty! It is also my motherly duty to inform you that there better not be anything other than tutoring going on upstairs!” she half jokes and you practically choke. “Mom, gross! Stop!” you yell but it only makes things worse. 

“Come on. We’ve had the talk!” she says with a raise of her eyebrows and you’re lucky that you hear the beep of Jack’s car horn before you have the time to respond. 

“Gotta go!” you hurry to the door, the smile on your face growing as you see Jack in your driveway. “Hey!” he yells from the driver’s seat as you make your way over to his car.

“Hey yourself.” you say as you buckle up and throw your backpack in the back. “How was your morning?” Jack asks and you blush as you think about the last ten minutes you spent with your mom. “Don’t ask.”

“You do know that saying that only makes me want to know more right?” he asks and you think for a moment, silence taking over the car as you debate whether or not to tell him about your conversation with your mom. 

“My mom…” you trail off and Jack picks it back up. “Your mom?” he asks and you turn to look out the window. “My mom thinks we’re…together.” you say and it just now hits you that in a way you and Jack had become something along the line of more than friends in the time you’d spent together. 

“Okay. Why didn’t you wanna tell me that?” he asks as he breaks his concentration from the road to look at you. “I don’t know, it’s awkward. And far from the truth.” you admit. 

Jack’s face falls and you’re met with his familiar hurt expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” “It’s okay.” he cuts you off and you mentally scold yourself for being so mean, even if it was unintentional. 

“Anyway,” you think of ways to change the subject as Jack hums along with the radio. “Your test is today. How do you feel about it?” you ask. “Well the test is only over acids and bases and with the scale thing that you taught me, I’m pretty confident about those.” he says and you smile at the fact that your tutoring is actually working. 

When Jack first proposed the idea of course you didn’t want to tutor him for obvious reasons but what you were most afraid of was that you wouldn’t even be good at it seeing as you had no prior tutoring experience. 

“I’m such a good teacher.” you jokingly boast and Jack chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Quiz me!” he suggests and for the rest of the drive you shout out random numbers, laughing to yourself as Jack as taps his thumbs on either side of the steering wheel to represent the number line as he thinks of his answers.

•••••

“Not gonna lie I’m so nervous right now.” Jack admits as you walk with him to his first class of the day: Chemistry. “It’s okay to be nervous, Jack. Just don’t let it get the best of you.”

“Use it as motivation instead.” you smile at him and he nods confidently. “You’re right. Nerves are good sometimes.” he mumbles as you get closer and closer to the door. 

“Ten more minutes until the bell. If you want I can stay with you and talk for a bit.” you suggest but he declines your offer. “Nah I should actually go in and use this time to study.” he says and you nod in agreement before he turns away from you. 

“Hey Avery.” you call and he turns around once more. “You got this!” you say and he mouths a thank you before you both go your separate ways. As you make your way to AP English you think about Jack. 

Would it really be that weird to date him? After all, most people did think you were a thing already…You brush the feelings aside and when you reach your classroom, you take your usual spot by the window. 

“Alright everyone take out your copies of The Great Gatsby. Today we’re going to be discussing the relationship between Daisy and Gatsby.” your teacher says and you roll eyes before reaching for your book. You definitely didn’t want to talk about relationships right now. 

“So, raise your hand if you think they are as you guys would say ‘goals’.” Mr. Robinson says in a monotone voice and you look around the room to see ninety percent of the class has their hands up. 

“Interesting.” he mumbles, making a mental tally of the hands and writing it on the board. “Now, raise your hand if you think the relationship was complete garbage.” he says and your hand is the first to shoot up. 

“Ah, Miss (Y/N). Would you like to share your thoughts with the class?” Mr. Robinson asks and you sigh because you know that even if you say no, you’ll be forced to share anyway. 

“Sure. The relationship is lacking and almost completely one sided.” you say plainly, earning a few glares and a few nods. “What do you mean by that?” he presses and you fiddle with your pencil as you go on. 

“Well its obvious that Gatsby, even though he is technically a homewrecker, has pure intentions when it comes to Daisy. I just don’t think those intentions are returned.” you say and a girl named Courtney scoffs before turning around in her desk to face you. 

“Whatever! Daisy is just as much in love with Gatsby as he is for her.” she argues. “Yeah okay sure.” you say with wide eyes and she rolls her eyes before turning to face the front again. 

“Please elaborate a bit more.” Mr. Robinson says and the pressure of the eyes of the class is now completely on you, everyone interested in what you have to say. 

“Gatsby has everything but the one thing he wants is Daisy. Daisy has everything but she wants more and more. Gatsby loves Daisy always, and he would do anything for her if she asked.” you start and everyone seems to be surprised by your response.

“Daisy isn’t in love with him, she’s in love with the idea of him. Its completely obvious since she only comes around when she needs something.” you huff and the teacher just smiles at your response. 

“Courtney, anything you’d like to add?” he asks and this time Courtney stands before sharing her opinion. “Okay so maybe Daisy is a little unclear with her feelings and maybe she is indecisive but that doesn’t make her love any less real.” she says and you begin to apply it to a real life situation. 

Not just any real life situation, but your real life situation. “If Daisy really loved Gatsby, she would have told him. She wouldn’t have pushed him away when she didn’t want to deal with him!” you say and you realize now that you’re raising your voice. 

“Daisy made a mistake. Everyone deserves a second chance.” Courtney says, her stance not wavering. “Well its not like if given the chance, they could go back to how things were! You can’t undo the past.” you continue and Courtney just sighs. 

“You can if the person is worth it.” she says and it suddenly hits you that you’re taking this all way too personally. “Can I go to the bathroom?” you blurt out, earning an echo of laughter from the class as he nods in confusion. 

Once you reach the hallway you sigh heavily before heading to the bathroom as slowly as possible. “Maybe I’m being too hard on Jack.” you think to yourself as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Even if he did hurt you in the past, that’s what it was now, the past. 

How long were you going to go before you quit fighting your feelings for him? How long could you go? A splash of cold water to the face saves you from your thoughts and you wash your hands before returning just in time for the bell.

As you zip up your backpack and head for the door Mr. Robinson stops you. “You made some valid points in the discussion today. Great job (Y/N), you really surprised me with your thoughts.” he says and you smile softly. 

“Yeah. Courtney was right about one thing though.” you say and on your way out the door you answer the question going through his mind. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” And with that, you make your way to the Chemistry room.

•••••

A moment or two passes until you spot Jack’s curls in the crowd of students in the hallway and you rush over to him. You didn’t know exactly what you would say but you knew that you had to act fast. 

“Jack!” you call after him and he smiles before meeting you halfway. “Hey.” he says quietly as he leans against the wall. “So how did it go?” you ask and he shrugs before reaching into his backpack and fishing out his test. 

“You tell me!” he exclaims and hands you a paper with an A- written in the upper hand corner. “A minus! Oh my God Jack, way to go!” you yell happily and before you know it you’re wrapped up in a bear hug, his arms tangled up around your shoulders and yours secured around his waist. 

Everything happened so fast and for a second it was pure bliss. Jack quickly pulls away from you, a string of apologies and curse words leaving his lips as he turned to walk away. 

“Wait.” you say softly and he looks you in the eyes again. “I’m sorry (Y/N) I just got excited. I didn’t mean to-” Before he can finish his apology, your lips are on his. 

After the initial shock wears off, he deepens the kiss and you don’t part until the ring of the school bell brings you both back to reality. “I thought you said-” “Screw what I said.” you say before leaning in to kiss him once more.

flatsound sentence starters
  • "Tonight I walked through a field that used to scare me more than I scared myself."
  • "I wish I had known you then."
  • "It was never death that interested me; it was the idea of an opportunity to follow a cold breeze that promised to take me anywhere but here."
  • "I’m sorry you thought this couldn’t work, because I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life than to prove that it could."
  • "You were not my world, you were my universe."
  • "And I wonder if that’s what it feels like to die."
  • "Why do I wait, wondering how long it’ll take you to admit it?"
  • "I’d rather keep my mouth shut then start to say what I can’t finish."
  • "I sit here wondering if anything you said was true."
  • "We both noticed something had changed."
  • "I called you up again today and you didn't pick up."
  • "I didn't expect it to happen this quickly, you know?"
  • "I sit here and I worry about myself so much."
  • "I wanted you to care, I wanted you to be nosy, I wanted you to be there."
  • "I know it's stupid of me to say that you don't care, I mean, of course you do, but I want you to care so much more."
  • "I can't be around all these people who all my life have tried to change me."
  • "I can't hide who I am."
  • "I will be happy for the first time in my whole life."
  • "It makes me feel good, makes me feel pretty."
  • "I will go to sleep; just know you’ll be in my dreams."
  • "If I cry, it won’t be because of you."
  • "You don’t have to wait or pretend that he’s just your friend."
  • "It scares me more than I'd like to admit."
  • "My only problem lately is I've got too much time so all I'm left with is that what's on my mind."
  • "I left out everyone and all I have at the end of the day is that what's on my mind."
  • "Say I came back today, would I have a spot in your heart?"
  • "I cheated with your ex best friend."
  • "You can't stand in my doorway for long."
  • "It's eleven o'clock, he's expecting you home."
  • "I'll walk you up the hill to your car."
  • "No, don't let go, don't let this die."
  • "I just need to know what I did to ruin this and turn your body cold."
  • "If you walk through that door there will be no us."
  • "I thought you were being distant."
  • "I did not mean to make this the worst night of your life."
  • "I need you to know what happened."
  • "I saw you walking by, you didn't say hi, you didn't even smile."
  • "You're not the only one who's feeling anxious toward the bullshit that's attached to growin' up."
  • "You said things would stay the same; well, have they?"
  • "I know you're scared, but you'll never get better if you keep running away."
  • "Sometimes you need to be self centered to understand yourself better."
  • "I'm not in the mood to stick around."
  • "Every day I think about you and why you had to turn into my enemy, when all I need's my friend."
  • "Look at me and see how much I've changed since you left."
  • "Well, is this what you wanted, for me to admit that this fucking hurts?"
  • "I was never good at talking smoothly."
  • "Now I don't remember how you speak; I mean, it comes to me in dreams, but by morning, I lose everything you ever said."
  • "I'm not perfect, I think I'm quite the opposite, I'm nothing to adore."
  • "Perfection is opinion and nothing more."
  • "I'll be here waiting when your plane lands."
  • "Hi, my name is none of your concern."
  • "I like the way you make me feel at home."
  • "It wasn’t a mistake - so please dont think it was."
  • "I didn’t have a lot to drink, I just needed a bit for confidence."
  • "They won't find out, no one cares enough about it to run their mouths."
  • "Just please, when you’re ready to go, try not to make it so painful."
  • "Will you write another sad, sad song?"
  • "It's obnoxious and it's useless to fight a war you're losing."
  • "This might be your only chance."
  • "Is it you who calls the shots?"
  • "I don't know why they're choosing to confide in someone who will talk about anything."
  • "There are people who miss me and I don't know why they're investing all their time into someone with my history."
  • "Why did you say that I was one in a million? Because I believed it."
  • "I thought I had something that you were too scared to lose."
  • "I also saw how often you say goodbye."
  • "Things were never supposed to be this good."
  • "Nothing I can say now would justify a thing, just know I'm sorry."
  • "I just wanted to say I hope you're okay."
  • "You're already hurt, I'm scared that if you put your trust in me, I'll make it worse."
  • "You're still so young, you have room to grow into something amazing."
  • "You won't remember who I am."
  • "I can't live with the chance that this feeling's ever coming back."
  • "I don't hate you, but honey, this still hurts."
  • "I'm not dumb, I know everything."
  • "That liquid he consumes makes him speak the truth."
  • "Look at me, because I exist."
  • "It's a shame that we're not soulmates because if I didn't know better, I'd say this feels pretty good."
  • "You've been gone for too long, why'd you go?"
  • "Is this what you think it means to be responsible?"
  • "I went to class, you didn't show up."
  • "I thought we said that we'd keep in touch."
  • "So live up to the name you’ve been making for yourself."
  • "Last night you had that dream again, the one where you try and run from your fears but you can’t because you’re wearing fabulous stilettos."
  • "If I were the sun, I'd shine my light on you and leave the people that hurt you cold."
  • "We’re fighting again, more than usual."
  • "I’m sorry about being me."
  • "I'll sleep on the couch."
  • "Bring me a cat to be my best friend."
  • "It isn’t like you ever said that you were committed to the thought of me and only me."
  • "I can’t believe I spent all morning trying to tell you I’m sorry about yesterday."
  • "You smell like the devil but you feel like the lord."
  • "I didn’t dodge all your bullets, I just denied that they hit me."
  • "If I told you I loved you would you reach out and touch me?"
  • "I wish we had just gone to bed."
  • "This could have worked."
  • "The best part of that whole song was skipping ahead to Nicki Minaj."
  • "I will not make the same mistake twice."
  • "I know you never really liked people, I didn't mean to make that worse."
  • "I still know the roads that take me to your street."
  • "I know I promised that we'd talk more it's just, I'm surprised you even want to talk at all."
  • "I'm so scared that you still think I'm the one who gave up."
  • "The plans we made were never mistakes, they just didn't work for us."
  • "You always knew the deal that we made and what this was worth."
  • "I'll go to sleep at a decent time when I find something worth waking up for."
  • "I keep checking my phone to see you haven’t called at all."
  • "I thought I was the best part of your life, now I’m pretty sure that I was wrong."
  • "You’re impossible to read so if you love me, come clean."
  • "I’ll refer to you as my special love, the one that set me free."
  • "I’m feeling lost in towns that were my home."
  • "It's my own body, I did what I wanted."
  • "It’s not that I don’t have words to say, I just don’t want to be the one that speaks them."
  • "Your only flaw is that you’re flawless.”
  • "I’m so full of shit, I’m surprised you bought it."
  • "Well congratulations, I didn’t know you two had made things so official."
  • "Don’t call me when it fizzles; in fact, don’t call me at all."
  • "What a beautiful sight to see you alive."
  • "I can't hold you responsible anymore."
  • "I'm lost now in the thrill of it."
  • "I just want to lay in bed with you."
  • "I'll throw everything I have into the flames just to make it last."
  • "There are reasons that I can't stay."
  • "I built my life around watching everything you do."
  • "I wonder if you're having fun."
  • "You said you were done; well, how done?"
  • "I want to believe that I really don't need him."
  • "I can't wait until I see your face and my brain feels nothing."
  • "I would never want you to stop your life."
  • "You were always a shitty friend."

anonymous asked:

Do you know if it's an autistic thing to struggle with analysing and finding symbolism in stuff? I think I've got some sort of selective thing going on, I could go on for days about symbolism and meaning for my SpIn but when it comes to assignments or even just stuff that isn't my SpIn, it's so difficult to create the stuff in my head... Is that a thing I can fix? I just wanna stop struggling through assignments with pressure cause my teachers know I can analyse stuff but I can't analyse this...

yes ! taking things literally is definitely a thing a lot of autistics struggle with, which makes analysing texts harder. but there are things you can do to improve, i’m an english lit student and spent most of year 11 giving my friends related advice so here are the tips that helped me & them!

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A girl we can't understand p3

movie: the maze runner
character: reader x newt

also starring: none 

plot: the girl of the glades still holding on to newt but she needs a shower and he has to guard the outside for her he gets bored and decided to find out what he can see.

rating:  smutty ;)

part 3/?

part 1     part 2
(Y/N) your name

still newts pov

i walk over to the showers with Y/N still holding on to me tightly till we get there to the showers its just a small hut with a shower in it “thank you newton” she says before going in and shutting the door as soon as i can hear the shower running i lean on one of the walls just checking every few seconds theres no one around and yep no one so i just lean back a bit more on the wall a bit bored of this when suddenly i hear a creek of wood obviously the wall so i get of it and turn theres a small hole now in the wall bloody builders never build stuff that will last i will admit it’s tempting to know the only girl in the glade is in there and no one else is around but should i, i mean im the only person here she trusts if she catches me she won’t trust anyone oh shuck it i step closer and look into the shower to see Y/N naked oh my god she’s breathtaking she’s so beautiful “uh” i say accidentally wow where did that come from i continue even though i shouldn’t looking into the shower at Y/N “oh baby” i say immediately putting my hand over my mouth what the bloody hell my mouth is working on its own why the hell am i making those noises i don’t understand till i look down  oh god klunk small well not small giantly noticeably problem down there what am i gonna do she’ll notice if i don’t do anything about it plus how am i gonna do anything about it as soon as she’s done in there she’ll cuddle me and go back to the room and sleep hugging me all night when am i gonna get the time to sort it out i’ve only got one choice im gonna have to sort it out while she’s in there okay but i have to be quiet this time no noises i look back into the shower at her “uh” i say before putting my hand back over my mouth to make sure Y/N isnt gonna hear me and catch me before i slowly run my free hand over my pants just staring at Y/N imagining my hands are her’s till i see something shocking Y/N in the shower touching herself bloody hell she’s lent against the wall her fingers inside her her eyes shut looking very happy i take that as my cue to start my work too unzipping my pants and pulling down slightly my boxers stroking softly just looking at her do that to herself “newton” she says wait go back a sec what was that “newton” she repeats perfect oh if only it wouldnt be strange if she could see me doing what im doing as i can see her doing what she’s doing both of us imagineing each other okay time of pick up the pase a bit but this time bitting my bottom lip so i dont talk i’ll leave the sounds to her as we both contiueing what we’re doing to ourselfs “newton, newton, newton” she squeels yeah im right here love trust me if it wouldnt make you hate me i would open that door and do that for you i cant tell we’re both pretty close till she opens her eyes and kocks on the wall beside her “newton” she says “newton are you there” she says oh she’s actully calling me that time “yeah” i say trying not to groan as i say it but i can tell she’s struggeling to talk properly too “newton can help me with a thingny” she asks oh god what does she mean if she says go in and help her fine get the door open love “sure what” i ask 

“i left my towel at room can you uh- azoko” she says don’t know what that means

“do you want me to get it Y/N” i ask

“eny” she says oh but miss this no way i wouldn’t miss this if someone gave me detailed instructions out the maze

“sure back in a bit” i say of course im not going anywhere just make her think i’ve gone and she starts again and so do i ill go get it when im done both of us moments away from our highs “newton” she moans oh Y/N your so perfect 

“newton mba miangavy re” from all this time i know that means please 

“mba miangavy re, mba miangavy re, mba miangavy re,mba miangavy re”she squeals oh love don’t freak im right here i can feel myself struggling not to climax and i can tell so is she “uh newton, newton, newton” she squeals oh baby when we get back to the room im teaching you some more stuff i swear it and not even a few seconds later she reaches her high so do i at the same time “NEWT” she screams in pleasure well for once she got my name right when it matters “Y/N” i shout klunk i couldn’t stop myself as i got to my high “what” she shouts back obviously not realising what for of shout it was 

“i- uh- i couldn’t find it where exactly is it love” i say trying to cover up the huge screw up 

“i left it on the bed” she says well i might as well actually go get it now i just hope i don’t miss anything good.

anonymous asked:

What exactly is otherkin? All I really know if from assholes that portray it as an attempt at gendering non-gendered things, or as a "special snowflake" thing, but I know it can't be that. What does it mean to be otherkin? What are "kintypes"?

Yeah otherkin is not a gender thing. Sometimes our genders are affected by it, but it is not a gender. Things in life can affect your gender, like mental illnesses or disabilities, spiritual beliefs, sexuality and romantic orientation, presentation, and really any number of other things.  Never believe people who are like “they think their gender is fish”. We don’t.

Before getting into this keep in mind that every kin is different and unique and experiences being kin differently. I can’t speak for everyone or know everyone’s experiences.

Basically otherkin (other than fictionkin which is slightly different) in some way believe they are non-human (in a previous life, in spirit, in an alternate universe, mentally, etc) or have a strong spiritual connection to something non-human. Some people will say it’s purely spiritual but it isn’t for everyone.

For example there could be someone whose is mermaidkin who believes they were a mermaid in their previous life but aren’t anymore and still feel a bit (or a lot) of that life in them. There could be someone who is gemkin who feels a strong connection to gemstones. There could be someone who is batkin who feels they should have been a bat in this life. Or someone who is pokekin with a specific pokemon and they just are the pokemon. Someone could be starkin/spacekin and be a star system in a human vessel.

Kintypes are what you are kin with/of. (catkin, deerkin, gemkin, faekin, etc). You can be kin of pretty much anything. Polykin is the term for someone with multiple kintypes. (Note that someone who is polykin can have a different relationship with their different kintypes. like one is their previous life and another is a connection, etc).

As for fictionkin we have the same thing except with fictional characters. I am Simon Monroe fictionkin and I have the “previous life” view of that particular kintype of mine (I am polykin). Fictionkin varies just as much as any other type of otherkin, with people having the different kinds of relationships (previous life, alternatve universe, connection).

Another good term to know is fictive. Only people with who are systems/multiple/median use this (Edit: I had earlier said “only folks with DID” but not all systems have DID and I apologize for any misrepresentation I made by saying so). It means that one of the facets/headmates/alters are the character. It’s different but closely linked to the fictionkin community. Some fictives like the term fictionkin too and others do not. Some fictive don’t like the fictionkin community at all. Don’t label them as such unless they have labeled themselves as such. Also do not call yourself a fictive if you are fictionkin and not a system. 

For a lot of people otherkin does seem very odd, yes, but really it’s not any more odd than many popular religions or belief systems, which believe in afterlifes, reincarnation, spiritual connections with animals, etc. It’s also not too weird to have the alternate reality thing as many people like and believe in the multiverse theory (or the idea that there are infinite universes). People really like to hate on us simply because our beliefs aren’t common or well known.

It’s really sensationalized and people will make troll posts of like “dont mow ur lawn cause thats harmful to plantkin” or “my mom is mad at me cause i’m living off a diet of acorns since i’m squirrelkin”. We aren’t mad if you interact with the thing/animal we are kin of or dress up as them (that post saying mascots are appropriation is also a troll) and we usually dont do dangerous things like having a diet that a human body can’t handle (although some people could and that would be their own business and don’t make fun of them for it).

Some folks also experience something called astral projection, which you probably knows as an out of body experience, but is actually just the idea of an “astral body”, or a body that is separate from the physical one. When this happens, they can usually feel limbs/appendages of their kintype that they don’t have anymore/have on this body (eg. feeling wings if u are bird or dragonkin).

Lots of people say we are mentally ill and/or delusional and the thing is, some of us are. There are mentally ill otherkin. There are otherkin who are kin because of their mental illness and those who’s illness have nothing to do with it. If they are delusions then that is fine, delusions aren’t always dangerous or unhealthy and even when they are you shouldn’t be rude to people for having them.

There are trans/nonbinary and cis otherkin.

Also speaking of trans otherkin, don’t assume that because someone who is kin uses neopronouns that they think their kintype is their gender. This is not the case. gender =/= pronouns. Some people don’t like he/she/they and just want something that doesn’t have any previous ties to it as far as gender roles go or simply feel more comfortable with neopronouns. And as I said earlier, kintypes can influence gender very heavily. My pronouns are murself (mur meaning death) but my gender is not literally death itself.

There are otherkin of all races and ages (we are not all pre-teens as anti otherkin like to suggest, although some of us are and they are valid).

I think I’ve covered pretty much everything. Idk if I missed anything on this but if I did just let me know. Anybody can add to this with their own experiences as kin.

A Chance at the Hidden Power. Pt.3

Request by many thank you thank you! :) So I had help from my bub @lucidmalum go follow her!

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Warning: So Calum is a tad violet. In no way would I ever think Calum would even do these things bc he’s a fucking angel. 

Also Michael and belly rasberries :)) i find them v coot

Summary: Its the night after the party *smirky smirk* oh I wonder what happened last night…which leads to the boys tour!! Wo yay!

I would just like to add that some of the things in this chapter and the next are significant and then as soon as chapter 5 hits it will get better I swear…Also I was going to put Chapter 3 & 4 into one but it felt better to split it in two!

I opened my left eye feeling my head pounding. I let out a audible groan rolling onto my back. I defiantly had a hangover. I rolled towards my bedside table but there was a body there. I closed my eyes rubbing away the sleepy dust and looked back down. Shit. Why was Calum underneath me? Why can’t I remember what happened last night? Why was I half naked?

I leant over his body as slowly as I could not to wake him up. I reached for my phone and unplugged it. 

“What the fuck?” Calum grumbled. He roughly pushed me back off him and I fell back onto the bed. There was a stinging pain on my chest and a small red mark. 

“Do you have to be physically violent with me?” I moaned rubbing over my collar bones where he pushed me.

“God you fucking pussy”

“Calum I am a 19 year old girl and you’re a 20 year old man filled with testosterone and you’re much stronger then me, it fucking hurts even if it was as lightly as you could physically push me. Jesus I can deal with you calling me names but pushing me” I looked over to him and a flash of guilt ran through his face before it was changed with confusion

“What the fuck are we doing in bed together anyway?”

“I have no idea, I can’t remember anything”

“Me niether” He groaned throwing the covers off his body and reaching from his top

“Did we..” I started

“I sure fucking hope not” Calum growled storming out the room and down stairs. What a fucking ass hole. My ears started to ring and I rubbed my head in frustration. 

“Did Calum just walk out of the same room as you and you’re both still alive?” I looked up at Michael who was carrying a glass of water and a packet of headache pills.

“Yeah somehow we managed to get into bed toghther” 

“Did you two you know” he smirked

“No usually the morning after I feel more tingly” Michael laughed and came and sat in the bed crossed legged in front of me moving the duvet out the way. He gave the glass of water to me and pierced through the headache pills popping two and handing them to me. I drank the water and threw the pills down my throat. 

“You’re a life saver”

“What are best friends for” I placed the glass of water on the bedside table and reached out to hug Mikey, which ended up with Michael falling back and me laying on top of me. I snuggled into his shoulder and moved my hands to his hair, running my hands through it. 

“You know, when we first started the band I honestly thought you and Calum would get along more”

“I dont fucking like him Michael”

“But for the sake of your brother” 

“Michael” I whined lifting my head up and rest my head on his. “I don’t like Calum, he’s such an asshole to me and I’ve tried to get along with him you know that. Its him its all his fault”

“Funny because he says exactly the same” I pouted at him and he smiled, licking the side of my face. 

“Michael” I squirmed, wiping my face with Michaels sleeve. “You’re gross”

“You love me though”

“Eh” Michael sulked and flipped us over, tickling under my rib. I started to laugh and tried to grab a hold of Michaels hands but he was much stronger then me.

“Fuck-Michael-stop-I can't” I breathed I reached my hands up to my eyes which I was crying from laughing. He lifted up my shirt and tucked his further down.  Oh god no. He kissed my tummy and I knew what was coming, I tugged at his hair but he blew onto my belly which made me throw my head back and laugh.  

“What the fuck guys” Ashton groaned. Me and Michael were laughing and Ashton was stood disapprovingly at the doorway. I wiped away my tears punching Michael in the shoulder. 

“It’s not my fault your sister is so ticklish” 

“You’re lucky I didn’t punch you in the face” I smiled pushing him off the bed.

“Y/N me and the boys want to speak to you downstairs” 

“Ok?” Michael and Ashton smiled at me and I looked at them confused. The made there way out the room. I grabbed a hair band and put my hair into a messy bun. And not the attractive messy bun because no one can do that. I had my underwear and a t-shirt on which I didn’t recognise as Michaels, Lukes or Ashton’s. I walked downstairs and I heard the boys talking.

“No” Calum shouted “No way in hell”

“Calum you have no choice unless she says no” 

“Unless who says no” I asked, they went quite and Calum was glaring at me

“Is that my fucking shirt?” he asked

“I don’t know I just woke up in it” I looked at the shirt and back at Calum. I peeled it off my body throwing it at him. 

“Happy?” I asked

“Ok, anyway” Luke started throwing me his shirt he got out of the tumble dryer. I put it over my body and sat down next to Michael. Calum was leant against the counter looking down at the floor with his crumpled shirt piled on the counter. Ashton and Luke were stood smiling at each other and Ashton breathed deeply.

“How would you like to come on tour with us?” He beamed

“What really?” I stood up with a massive smile on my face

“You don’t have too” Calum grouched

“I would love too” I squealed jumping into Ashton’s arms. 

“I knew you would” Ashton hugged me closer and Calum let out a massive sigh and walked upstairs. I rolled my eyes at his patheticness and hugged Luke. 

“So what will I be doing on tour?”

“Well its going to be a job really, you’re going to take photos of us and do our make-up and help us with clothes”

“That sounds great wow”

“So today we’ll have a chill day and tomorrow you get packing?”

“Sounds good”

“FEELS GOOD” Michael shouted


I had packed my bags, well nearly and Luke was helping me with my check list. I would have asked Michael but he wanted to play Call of duty on his last day at home before tour. When I say helping, Luke wasn’t actually doing anything he was talking about about Michael. You would have thought he was in love with the boy. He had distracted me so many times by finding things in my wardrobe, from my ballet certificate and my collection of bouncy balls.

“So you’re having this suitcase and a make-up suitcase?”

“Yeah well since i’m going on tour with you”

“We can always buy you make-up”

“Oh Lukey, you want to be my sugar daddy and buy me pretty things” I teased biting my lip. He laughed and went over to the empty make-up bag I had yet to fill. Me and Luke always had a flirtatious relationship, even when he was a shy blonde noodle even though back then I would hardly call it flirting more like awkward spaghetti. 

“So do you need powder?” he asked

“Yes”

“Blusher?”

“Yes Luke” I walked over to Luke and sat on his lap. Leaning my head back onto his shoulder I sighed.

“Whats up pretty girl?”

“Nothing” I murmured playing with my eyeliner. 

“I may not be as close as you and Michael but I’m still here for you Y/N”

“I just, I hate Calum so much and his fucking face and what if he causes trouble on tour, I don’t want to ruin it for you”

“You won't” he says stroking over my forehead and pecking it lightly. I grabbed a hold of the contour looking at Luke with a grin.

“Hey Lukey, can I please do your make-up?” Luke glared at me and shook his head.

“No way”

“Please sugar daddy” 

“Fine, but you have to keep calling me that”

“Only if you buy me things”

“Deal” I laughed at Luke climbing off his lap grabbing my make-up brushes. 

“So i’m going to make you look like a beautiful princess” I grabbed my foundation sponge and squirted the foundation onto it rubbing it over his face.

“That feels oddly soothing” he mumbled, I chuckled and carried on apply make-up.


“Y/N” I heard a voice scream dow the street. Amy was running towards me with her arms open wide. I ran over to her and she jumped at me. She held on to me tight

“I’m going to miss you so fucking much” I cried into her shoulder

“I’m going to miss you too Y/N, I can’t believe you’re going on a world tour with your annoying brother”

“I heard that” Ashton yelled from the back of the car, who was putting mine and his suitcases in along with the taxi driver. Amy pulled away from the hug and grabbed my cheeks. 

“Call me every week,text me and Skype me don’t forget about me”

“I could never forget about you Am’s” I said

“Kiss” I heard Michael shout from Calum's car. I stuck my middle finger up at him and pulled Amy in for another hug. 

“C’mon Y/N” Ashton yelled from the car.

“Hurry the fuck up you fucking lesbians” Calum grunted, Amy held me closer.

“Don’t you let that ass shat bully you, fucking slay him. Do what you can to make him like you then tear him into two” I smirked at her and she wiped away my tears. 

“Now go be a great photographer”

“I love you so much” 

“I love you too” Ashton wrapped a arm around my shoulders and walked over to the taxi. Amy was waving as I put on my seatbelt. I opened the taxi window and shouted goodbye to her one last time before the taxi drove away.

We drove to the airport.


To say the plane journey was blissful would be an understatement, a massive one at that.

Luke had whined about his ears popping and that he was going to throw Ashton off the plane if he banged once more on the shared seating; Ashton only banged harder and louder, getting kicked in the face. Michael snapped at anyone that tried to distract him from his Nintendo, ate all of our food and farted way too much, the smell making us crave gas masks. And Calum. Well what can I say about Calum. He snapped at me, shouted things at me and when he walked past me he yanked my hair, pulling harder each time he passed.

When we finally touched down, the boys had only just fallen asleep making them groan and snap and blame each other as the reason they couldn’t fall asleep. It was partly true. The two hour car ride to the hotel was peaceful however, Michael and Luke used my shoulders as pillows (“Why can’t we use your boobs as pillows instead, Y/N? It’d be so much comfier” “Michael my shoulder isn’t a blade, just go to sleep.”), Ashton curled into his seat, his head lolled back against the window with drool down his chin and Calum just stayed how he was, sat straight in his seat with his shoulders hunched up so his neck disappeared.

I was tempted quite a few times to push Calum out of the van door but I wasn’t that mean. We made it to the hotel all in one peace, each of use going towards the buses that were following us and pulling our luggage from them. When we got to the fronts desk, Dave already had the two room keys in his hands so he handed them to Ashton, knowing he’d make sure not to loose them.

“Wait, there’s only two room keys?” Calum asked, pushing his sunglasses on top of his head. We all left our baggage with Dave and the others so we could all fit in he clear elevator. It wasn’t really clear, there were different colour light going off every other second fascinating Michael and Luke.

“Uh yeah? Just because Y/N’s a girl doesn’t mean we need an extra room. She’ll be sharing with me as those two” Ashton kicked Michael and Luke on their bums, making them turn around, “Can’t keep their hands off of her.”

“Excuse you, I always keep my hands to myself. Why do you think they call me the handy man?” Michael scoffed playfully, Luke groaning.

“Because you’re always giving Luke handjobs maybe.” Calum mumbled, getting a slap on the head from Ashton.

“Michael, you literally have your hands on my arse at this minute.” I laughed, Michael winking and Ashton clearing his throat.

When we made it to our floor, it was a race against time to see who got the best rooms. Michael and Luke tripped over themselves a couple of times but that gave me the advantage of getting the nicest room. It had the view of whole of Japan, the city lights hypnotising me as I stood in front of the sliding glass window. There was a balcony with a small table and three chairs.

“DIBS” Luke and Michael screeched outside of the door, but before they could take an inch forward, Ashton grabbed them by their collars and yanked them away.

“What did I say in the elevator? I’m sharing with Y/N, not you two horn dogs.” Ashton scolded them both.

“But Ashton” They whined, trying to convince him to let them stay with me. Calum was leaning against the other rooms door, a look of disgust on his face.

“Just because Y/N’s open later than McDonalds doesn’t mean you’ll get a meal deal.” Calum snapped at the two boys, making me smirk.

“Oh darling, just because you want a Big Mac and not a happy meal doesn’t mean you need to be sour.” I winked at him, making his laugh sarcastically and pull the bird at me. He grabbed the key off Ashton and stormed off into the room.

“I’m not sharing a room with that. He is nasty when he doesn’t get the last word in.” Luke whimpered, hiding behind Michael.

“So, I think it’s safe to say they are sharing with me?” I smiled at my brother, the sweetest smile I could muster up (also the one he could never deny.) Michael and Luke put their hands together like they were praying and got on their knees, begging to share a room with me, dragging out their ‘Please’.

“Oh my- Fine. Whatever, you’ll just find a way to share a room in the end.” Ashton huffed, throwing his hands up in the air. The boys jumped in the air and started cheering, making Ashton turn to walk to his room and mutter 'I’m surrounded by morons and children.’

After the scuffle with the rooms, the boys all ended up migrating to Calum and Ashton’s room for some reason. I wasn’t complaining however as I was able to finally sort myself out. I was able to have a shower, feeling like a silky goddess and smelling of pineapple and lilies (who’d of thought Michael used this baby shampoo.) It was 10 minutes after I had gotten out of the shower when Michael and Luke bust into the room, panting and scrambling over each other to get to the bed.

“Why are you guys so energetic? Shouldn’t you be sleeping or something?” I hummed looking at the two questionably. They were stood at the end of the king sized bed, with their hands behind their backs and innocent grins plastered on their rosy faces.

“Y/N, we would like to invite you out to dinner-” Michael started off, starting to crawl up the bed “We will be going to a concert after.”

“However, Calum will be joining us and so will Ashton,” Luke started to do the same thing until he was sat on his knees next to Michael, “But you will basically be surrounded my the great power of Muke, all night long.”

Both boys were towering over me, their rosy cheeks now gone and so had the innocent grins; they were smirking with their eyes a little bit darker than usual.

“Lukey,” I got up on my knees too, still being a lot shorter than them, “If I come, will you still be by sugar daddy for the night?” I whispered in his ear.

“And Michael,” I moved from Luke to Michael, putting my hands around his neck, “Will you make sure to keep the drinks coming when Lukeys not around?”

Both boys gulped and nodded but for me, I couldn’t keep this act up. I fell back into the pillows giggling, making the boys roll their eyes and groan. They got off the bed and walked to the door.

“We’ll come get you in an hour, Y/N.”

By the time the boys had came back to get me, my hair was curled and spilt into curtains, my jet black hair contrasting perfectly with my skin. I wore a spaghetti strapped bandage dress, my boobs perky due to the push up padding in it with my curves becoming more prominent because of the smooth, tight material. My legs were glistening with the Soap and Glory 'Shimmer me timbers’ body moisturiser, and my black, suede platform heels adding six more inches to my height. My contour and highlight were subtle but strong, light pink matte lipstick made my lips look plumper and my long eyelashes, winged eyeliner and glitter eyeshadow made my eyes pop.

“Damn, Y/N looking mighty fine.” Luke whistled, standing behind me.

“Y/N, why do you always wear dresses that make you look mouth watering.” Michael groaned, slouching his body over me.

“You don’t look so bad yourselves.” I giggled and kissed their cheeks, scanning them once over again. Luke was in a white, tight shirt with a leather jacket over it, his hair looking very curly. His tight jeans made his bum look more peachier than usual. However, Luke’s posh shoes really did make him look like a sugar daddy and it was thrilling.

Michael was dressed as his usual self but with a bit more of a twist, and it was the hottest twist I’ve ever seen. For the first time in a while, he was wearing his rings that Luke and I had bought him. His blue hair was pushed back under a SnapBack falling out at the front and sides. His pale arms were on show thanks to his old Metallica black tank, his dark tattoos making his porcelain skin look heavenly. His ripped jeans made his thighs looks thick, and his legs looked longer. Of course, Michaels look couldn’t be completed without his big black army boots, but for some reason he had spray painted them blue in random places and put two weird pins on each of the outsides of them.

“Let’s get going you three, God save us from your devilish acts tonight.” Ashton grabbed Luke and Michael by their shoulders and marched them out to the elevator. I chuckled slapping my Michael Kors silver watch in my wrist, grabbed my phone, purse and sprayed myself with my Calvin Klein perfume.

“Let’s get the show on the road.” I winked at myself in the mirror, before meeting the boys in the uber parked outside the hotel.

The uber ride to the Sushi bar was filled with arguing, singing and guessing games. Did I forget to mention that Michael and Luke thought it was hilarious to put me in the back with Ashton and Calum? Of course Ashton swapped seat into the middle after ten minutes of me and Calum throwing insults at each other but if got calmer after that.. okay, only a little bit calmer.

We walked into the Sushi Bar covering our faces, well the boys mainly covering mine. Ashton had his arm around my shoulders so my face was buried in his armpit, as well as having Luke’s leather jacket over me.

“We wouldn’t of had to do that if she wasn’t here.” Calum snapped as soon as we set foot into the bar, earning a slap around the head from Ashton.

“Shut up Calum, she literally hasn’t said or done anything to you since this morning.” Ashton scolded him, kissing the top of my head. Calum shrugged and told the waitress the name which our table was booked under; Irwin. We were lead to an open table, where the chef cooks everything in front of you and I was so far impressed with what I was seeing.

“What will I be cooking for you all today?” The chef asked, his English amazing. I smiled at him when it was my turn to order, his eyes sparkling when I order nearly half the menu.

“Talk about pigging out.” Calum scoffed into his drink, taking a sip of it.

“What was that? I couldn’t understand you babe, your lisp is too prominent.” I smiled at him, popping my lips after sipping from my straws.

Calum tensed up, looking across the table at me but before he could open his nasty mouth, the chef placed all of our dishes in front of us. We thanked him and he nodded, waving at each of us cutely before a new chef took over, flipping different foods up.

“Um, Y/N?” Luke whispered in my ear.

“Yeah Lukey?” I smiled at him, using my chopsticks to pick up a piece of sushi.

“How the fuck do I use these things?” He huffed, throwing them to the side. I giggled and opened a new packet for him, grabbing his larger hand.

“I’ll show you darling.” I hummed. He smiled at me as I put the chopsticks in the correct way, his fingers grabbing them carefully and swiftly. He then picked up his sushi rolls, giggling at them before popping them in his mouth.

“He’s such a four year old.” Michael laughed, stabbing his sushi with one chopstick at a time. He stabbed it too hard and got splinters all over his food.

20 minutes later and we were on our way to the concert. The boys had yet to tell me who we were seeing, but I kept getting hints when the blue strobe lights were flashing around the arena. Michael held onto my hand, pulling me backstage which really confused me.

“Mike? Who are we seeing?” Michael smirked at me, putting his hands over my eyes before walking me into some weird room.

“Okay, don’t freak out but..” He ripped his hands way from my eyes and we were stood on stage, looking out at an empty venue. There were posters all over the room, there was a barricade during the stage and when I turned to look at him Ashtons drum kit was set up.

“You’re letting me watch your gig?! After three years?!” I squealed, Michael nodding. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he held me close, his face hidden in my neck.

“I’ve been waiting for this for years.” I grinned at him, pulling away.

“Yeah, about bloody time right?” Ashton spoke, coming up behind me. He had his hair up in a bun and a plain black tank top on, knowing he’d get way beyond sweaty. He put his arm around my shoulder, my arm going around his waist. Michael held onto my free hand, squeezing it every other second. Luke came out from the other side of the stage, his Les Paul Gibson guitar slung around him but taking it off and putting it on the stand. He then stood next to Ashton, slinging his arm around his shoulders. Calum then came up onto the stage, getting a little bit of help from Dave. He then jogged over to Michael and leaned against him, his head laying in Michaels shoulder.

“You’ve made it guys.” I whispered, my eyes welling up. “You come from practicing in your rooms and playing gigs to 12 people to playing for crowds of over 2,000 people.”

“I did it for you, bud.” Ashton whispered. “I did it for a better life for me, for mum and for the others.” He held me closer, pulling away from all the boys and just holding me in his arms, rocking us side to side.

“I’m so proud of you Ash.” I whispered against his chest.

Ashton and I stayed like that for a couple of minutes, hearing the boys saunter off but when we heard stomping we pulled away, turning to Michael.

“Sorry to ruin the moment but you did get your degree in photography so here you go..” Michael held out a black camera bag and a lanyard with my name on it ‘Y/N, shitstain Irwin.’

I took the camera out of its bag and gasped, clutching the camera to be chest. Michael had just given me the one camera I’ve been longing for since the start of university, but whenever I tried to save up for it something upper any would always need fixing.

“M-Michael, this is a Canon EOS 70D..” I stuttered, looking at Michael. All he did was smile and shrug before walking off the stage, probably to get ready for the gig.

“Do what you do best, bud.” Ash nudged me before following after Michael, turning around quickly. “Make sure you get my good side!” And with that, he was gone and I was stood standing on the stage alone. 

“This is amazing.” I breathed out, walking over to Ashton’s drum kit and setting up the camera. After I had set it up, I stood in front of the kit, on the ledge the boys jump up onto and took a picture of the empty, venue the dark lighting making it more atmospherical and mysterious.

I stood there for a further ten minutes, just looking around. Walking up the alleys of the seats, taking pictures from the top of the stairs. I did this until one of the crew members called for the boys.

“Sound check in 10 guys, the fans will be allowed entry in 5 so get your arses into gear.”

This was it. This was my time to make the boys love having their pictures taken.

After two hours of squatting down in positions, Michael and Luke getting up close with the camera and taking candids of Ash and Calum, the concert was finally over and we were on our way to the after party.

The boys had thankfully brought spare clothes, so they didn’t smell or look sweaty after their showers.

“When we get in there, we’re going to make our way straight up onto the balcony, gets our hands stamped and then gets drinks. K'peesh?” Ashton told us all, his fatherly side coming out. We all agreed and followed him inside, Luke interlocking our fingers and pulling me close so the paps didn’t get photos of my face.

Of course Michael started annoying them by asking random questions over and over again but Calum dragged him into the club.

The music was loud, the strobe lights were changing colours and the dance floor was full of sweaty people grinding on each other. Ashton made sure that Luke wouldn’t loose me on the way to the balcony, so he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and wrapped mine around his waist. If the people on the balcony didn’t know I was Ashton’s sister and best mates with Luke and Michael, they’d definitely think Luke and I would be a couple with how close we were.

“Is that midget Irwin?” I heard a voice scream, my head whopping around so fast to locate this person.

“JACK!” I screamed once I found where he was, running up to him and jumping on him. He laughed and held on to me so I wouldn’t fall.

“Jesus you’ve grown haven’t ya?” He laughed at my height, cuddling me once more and kissing the top of my head before ordering us our signature drink; Zombie tequila with jäger bombs hidden at the bottom.

Before Jack could even turn around to give it to me, a body tackled me onto the sofas my face being pushed against a very damp chest. When the person stood up I nearly brought them back down to the sofa. Alex laughed and picked me up off the sofa and twirled me around slightly.

“Y/N Irwin, are you even allowed in this club?!” Alex scolded me before winning and grabbing the drinks off Jack, chugging Jacks down and giving me mine. Jack swore at Alex before ordering another one, that too being taken by Alex.

After more Zombie tequilas, stolen beers from Ashton and shots I was buzzing and I felt like I could do anything. I saw Michael stood with some girls, as well as Luke being corned by some black haired girl (he didn’t look happy). I walked over to Luke and grabbed his hand, looking the girl up and down before pulling him away from her.

“Lukey, don’t you know not to ignore a sugar baby?” I spoke into his ear, my hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer to me. He groaned into my neck and placed his hands on my hips, gripping onto them tightly then running his hands over my butt. Luke’s beard and cold lip ring created goosebumps along my skin, so I started to kiss up his neck too, my lips making their way to his jawline. We danced like this for a few more minutes before I felt another body come up behind me, attaching their lips to my bare neck. Their hands slid to the front of my body, running up and down my thighs then to my hips. I lolled my head back onto Michaels shoulder, giving him more of a space to kiss. Luke saw this as an invitation to lick the other side of my neck hotly, nibbling and leaving hot, open mouthed kisses.

*Calum’s POV*

As I stood there leaning against the balcony with a red head talking my ear off, I watched them. I watched Y/N pull Luke away from that Asparagus chick who’s been after one of us for months, and whisper into his ear. I watched how he closed his eyes and buried his face in her neck, kissing her soft skin. This happened for a couple of minutes, they weren’t grinding however. They were close, they were getting intimate but they were dancing normally. The song changed to LIKE I WOULD by ZAYN, and I was interested how things would turn out.

That’s when Michael came up to them, I had seen him licking hips lips whilst watching them too but I didn’t think he would get behind Y/N and start dancing too. His crotch was against her perky arse and his ring clad hands ran over her thighs and hips, whilst Luke’s hands were sliding over up her front.

I watched how they danced, attacking Y/N’s neck delicately yet feverishly, as if she were to be their last meal. Her beautiful body was- Wait, what the fuck? Why am I even thinking of her like this. Y/N is the most easiest girls I’ve ever me- Okay no. She’s not but I want to believe she is. I’m not jealous however, definitely not. I’m definitely not jealous of my two best mates grinding up against and kissing on a go- CALUM, STOP.

I tore my attention from them and focused on what the red head was saying but in all honestly, all I could focus on were her teeth.

“I don’t care love.” I smiled sarcastically at the girl and walked over to Jack and Alex, who were trying to get each other to drink something they made. They’d mired when they saw me and asked me to chug it back, telling me I probably won’t remember anything if I did.

I was eager to drink it after hearing that. I mean, I really want to forget the sight of Luke, Michael and Y/N basically dry fucking. Before I let my thoughts take me to that image properly, I grabbed the drink and necked it back, instantly feeling the impact.

“Oh shit, I think he’s pissed himself…” Was the last thing I heard before everything went blank.

*Y/N POV*

After dancing in the club until early hours in the morning, Dave and the others thought it would be a good time to finally go back to the hotel. We had to travel back to LA straight after packing our things up, which really pisses me off.

“Where’s Calzone?” Michael and I giggled at what Luke said, holding onto him.

“Probably in a ditch.” I hummed then started singing a song we heard before.

“Don’t be so mean, Y/N.” Ashton hushed, walking slowly and rather clumsily.

“Calzone is back at the hotel, m'am. Jack and Alex gave him some fucked up drink that made him puke and piss himself.” Dave huffed, seeing my struggle of walking so he threw me over his shoulders. I squealed and Michael jumped, getting in a ninja defence position, as if he was ready to drop kick someone.

“Michael stop being ninja and come on,” Luke told him, wagging his finger and taking his hand. They walked behind Dave and me, pulling funny faces and telling each other stupid puns.

When we finally got to the hotel, someone undressed me and put me in my black Nike comfy trousers, one of Luke’s shirts and a sweater. I was awake for a split second to see if everything I owned was truly packed away, including the mini shampoos I stole from the bathroom. They weren’t.

All of our bags were transferred to the vans we’d be travelling in, all we had to do was make our way to the lobby. Calum was already in the van when we got to them, so Ashton chose the seat next to him and cuddles into his chest. Michael got the seat in the back with all over our blankets so that left Luke and I to cuddle in the middle section, I wasn’t comparing though; he was like a giant teddy bear and let me sit in his lap, falling asleep against his chest.

“When you wake up, we’ll be in LA. I’ll carry you onto the plane, I won’t drop you.” Luke whispered and kissed my cheek, pulling me even closer. He wrapped the blanket around both of us and got himself comfier.

“Did I leave my skittles in Aus?” Was the last thing I heard before passing out against Luke’s chest.

anonymous asked:

It's my head-cannon that even though most people think Sirius is/was a womanizer he wasn't , when the girls (Lily, Dorcas, Marlene, etc.) he hasn't kissed anyone in sixth year they can't believe him. The other marauders have to back him up.

Sirius as a womanizer is fanon tbh.

(NB: This fic might give the impression that having kissed someone is Very Important and Imperative and Definitely Should Have Happened By The Time You’re in Sixth Year but that’s a load of rubbish and the number of people you’ve kissed doesn’t equate at all to your worth, however old you are.) 

“You’ve never kissed anybody?” Mary asks, loosening her grip on her bottle so much in surprise it tips dangerously. 

“Not one girl?” Marlene narrows her eyes. 

Ever?” Dorcas reinforces the question, not wanting him to make a mistake and assume they’re just talking about this year. 

“Ever ever ever ever?” Lily repeats, supporting Dorcas in her endeavor.

Sirius looks slowly between each of them, a half smile on his lips. He leans forward and crooks a finger towards himself. Eagerly, the four girls shuffle and crawl forwards, wearing the expressions of five year old’s who are about to be told where the chocolate is. He whispers, as if it’s the biggest secret he could ever tell them, dragging the word out. “Never.” 

The reaction is immediate. Marlene falls backwards onto the floor and stares at the ceiling angrily, as if the stone is too blame for Sirius’ lack of kisses. Mary loosens her grip some more and the firewhiskey spills all over her and the carpet, splashing onto Lily too. Neither of them do anything about it. Dorcas slaps a hand over her mouth, askance. Lily begins to shake her head vehemently, only stopping when Sirius gently places a hand on top of her head because he’s genuinely worried she’s going to hurt herself. 

“What about Vinay in third year?” She demands. 

Sirius shrugs. “Never happened.”

“Dee Bones in fourth year?” Marlene props herself up on her elbows to ask and then promptly collapses back again when Sirius shakes his head. 

“Caroline Patil in fifth year?” Dorcas joins the interrogation, the question asked from behind her hand. 

He snorts. “Rumour.” 

“Adriana in the year below, what, like a few months ago?” Mary asks. 

A shake of his head. “Rumour.” 

They continue to throw names at him, getting more and more distraught as he continues to tell them he’s never kissed any of the girls they’re mentioning. That’s how the other three Marauders find them at three in the morning. With Sirius sitting in an armchair, elbows on his knees and chin on his fist, and with four very drunk, and very upset, Gryffindor sixth year girls sitting and kneeling (or in the case of Marlene, lying) in front of him, surrounded by firewhiskey bottles and pillows, and still calling out names. 

Lily is the first to spot them, standing just inside the portrait hole looking very confused, and as soon as she does she points at them. “They will know.” Her declaration shuts up the other three girls and prompts a smug smile to form on Sirius’ face because he’s well aware that his three mates have no idea what she’s talking about. 

“What will we know?” Remus asks, beginning to walk over and nudging the other two into action too. 

“These lovely, dru-” All four girls begin to scowl and Sirius hastens to amend his words, “lovely, sober ladies, don’t believe that I’ve never kissed anybody.” Suddenly the situation is a lot clearer to the Marauders. 

“Well, you have.” James says simply. The girls’ scowls change so quickly into triumphant looks it almost gives the boys whiplash. James looks between them. “He’s kissed me.”

“And me.” Remus drops onto the sofa next to Marlene. 

“And me.” Peter blushes, joining Remus on the sofa. 

“He’s only kissed us.” James moves to join Remus and Peter but, without making eye contact, Lily grabs his hand and tugs him down to sit next to her. He goes more than willingly, not saying anything when she readjusts so she’s curled up in his lap. Everyone else is either too drunk or too used to it by now to comment. 

“My grand total is three.” Sirius says smugly. 

“Well…” Lily mumbles into James chest. “Very anticlimactic.” 

anonymous asked:

Threatening to block me because you dont like my opinion and refuse to actually refute it. You say I straw man/dismiss you by calling you an SJW then act like one...That's not cool. You could at least explain your POV and try to help me understand it, since I clearly can't see how what you showed is abuse.

What exactaly IS an SJW to you? I see that term thrown around a lot. Some people use it to mean “Person who is determined to be offended by everything and shows contempt for cishets for no reason” and similar such people. Others use it as a name to dismissively call people who have legitimate concerns. The term is pretty useless in an intelligent discussion if you ask me.

I’ll go ahead and explain myself as best I can, on the off chance that you’ll actually listen to me.

Abuse isn’t just about hitting someone physically. It’s about degrading a person’s self worth. It’s about making a person feel worthless. That’s what Frisk’s parents were doing. They probably didn’t think they were doing it. They probably thought they were being regular parents. But that’s the insidious thing about emotional abuse. It’s so often overlooked.

And it isn’t just my opinion. Here. This is from the Canadian Department of Justice’s website.

Emotional abuse

Emotional abuse happens when a person uses words or actions to control, frighten or isolate someone or take away their self-respect. Emotional abuse is sometimes called psychological abuse. It can include:

threats, put downs, name calling or insults
constant yelling or criticism
controlling or keeping someone from seeing friends or family
making fun of /preventing someone from practicing their faith or religion
destroying belongings, hurting pets or threatening to do so
bullying: intimidation or humiliation (including on the Internet)

Sound familiar?

Anyway, let’s break it down further.

You called this one “Giving Advice”.

Think about this a little more deeply. Frisk is a tiny adorable pascifist and got punched in the face by someone. They probably also called Frisk names and hurt Frisk’s feelings in some way. Frisk went to dad in the hopes of getting sympathy or reassurance of some kind. A good response might be “Are you alright?” or “Did you tell the teacher that she punched you?” or “What a bratty kid.” or … you know… anything besides “*doesn’t even stop reading the paper* Don’t be a sissy!”

The hair cutting isn’t the issue here. Insisting on cutting a child’s hair is pretty normal for parents, I admit.

The issue here is that when Frisk protests, she calls Frisk names. I’ll also point out that she wouldn’t be insisting on cutting Frisk’s hair like this if Frisk’s biological sex were not male.

This one is pretty straightforward. They’re making fun of Frisk’s interest in anime. This is something I would expect from a schoolyard bully, not a parent. They are literally bullying their own child.

Oh. Yeah. Cool. The kid tries to help you bake some cookies or something and they drop the eggs by accident. They already feel like crap about it. The correct thing to say would be “It’s okay. It’s just an accident. Here, help me clean up.” or even “*calmly* Try to be more careful next time.” followed by accepting Frisk’s offer to help clean up.

Instead they take out their anger on their child. This reinforces the idea that Frisk is useless, clumsy, and only makes things worse when they try to help. This is a textbook example of degrading a person’s self worth.

And then they take away Frisk’s most treasured things for an extremely minor infraction. You said to me that you don’t own anything until you’re 18. But is that really true? What if they had taken away Frisk’s clothes and left only a single shirt and pair of shorts? What if they’d taken away Frisk’s bed and made them sleep on the floor?

Now I know what you’re thinking. “But those are basic living necessities! You don’t really need Pokemon cards!”

Try to think of this from the perspective of a small child with no friends. All the kids at school trade pokemon cards. It’s a way for you to interact with kids your age. One of the only ways in fact, since most of the people at school think you’re a weirdo. But they do respect that you have a holographic Pichu card.

And then your mom unexpectedly throws your entire collection in the trash because you didn’t immediately clean your room.

And then in an attempt to save JUST ONE card. Your FAVORITE card. Your mom finds out and sets it ON FIRE.


And you expect me to not be upset when you insist that this is normal parenting?

Durham NC, PD

Tonight I went to a protest for police brutality in Durham, NC. We met at some center and marched in the streets for like an hour to Duke Univ. Gonna try to make the story short and to the point.
The protest was peaceful. We marched. We chanted. We beat drums in the street. It was a lot of people but not EVEN 100-80 were out there in my guesstimation. Like it was under that amount. Small compared to many protests. Which is why what happened nested surprised me. I get cops come to protests but I swear to god yall we were such a small group, like it was a small March of people.

Anyways when we turn on one street after marching a long time, I see blue lights. And I see police cars. So I know it’s for us. Did I think anything would happen? No. We were about as peaceful as you could get. We literally high fived passerbyers in their cars who supported us.

Within 60 seconds of me seeing cops. All of the protestors tightened up together. I pulled out my phone. Because I’ve seen the vids in Ferguson. Film the police. Even if they don’t get indicted FILM THESE CORRUPT PIGS. I stand by that. I pulled out my phone and turned the video on. I capture 5 minutes. And within the next 5 minutes everything got bad.

The police lined up in full riot gear. Masks. Helmets. Guns. Vests.
I wasn’t scared though. I wasn’t scared because we weren’t out of line. We didn’t destruct or touch anything.

Next thing you know an intercom comes on “this is the police you need to turn around get out the street”. Then they release off this LOUD piercing noise. Trying to deafen us. It didn’t work. It didn’t even work on me. We continued chanting HANDS UP DONT SHOOT! HANDS UP DONT SHOOT!

They make their statement again. Then they release more piercing noise. This time I didn’t even close my ears. Part of me feared what was next. I had never experienced a protest that wasn’t peaceful.

Well, suddenly the police force charged towards us, the protestors in the frontlines barring the brute. They were immediately tackled and hit. Yes. Police hitting them and slamming them in the pavement. Some people said they saw wooden batons. I closed my eyes for a second and screamed. A guy was right in front of me being hurt. I tried to film it as my video recorder was still running. Then more started running my way. Protestors yelled for us to keep running. Signs hit the ground. Signs that said “I can’t breath” “black lives matter” and “how to get away with murder: become a cop”.

They hit the ground and I hope each and every cop saw them. We run and I’m running with people and I suddenly see more cops in front of me tackling more protestors. And at this point I’m shocked and angry. They tell us to leave. We run to leave. And they run and tackle us for doing so. So I stopped running. At that point running from them would be like running from a deranged Rottweiler. So I walk and I’m yelling for my friends and crying along with other people. I really start to break down at this point because of all the power these police had.

More people got tackled. More happened after that, that I’m not ready to fully share. Because let’s just say I had an emotional break down and stopped to yell at this one particular cop. He was Black. And we were protesting for Black lives unrightfully taken. Long story short I told him it could be YOU or your son or your daughter. He heard me is all I will say on that.

The point of this post is that, it’s true. Police incite riots. They incite riots. POLICE. INCITE. RIOTS. We were marching in a line. There were journalists and photographers of course running along capturing it but nothing out of the ordinary. Get this- no one even SCREAMED obscenities at us. We were met with smiles. Workers ran out from a food place and chanted with us. It was all love. And peace. And these police came. And physically harmed a lot of us out there tonight. Durham PD really are some savages. And I witnessed that first hand. Stop reading CNN or Fox or relying on this mainstream news to see shit like “protestors riot”. NO. POLICE riot. They incite riot. The only chaos we were in was fearfully scattering away from cops and their hatred towards us.

And to the Black cop out there tonight who replied to me coldly: your badge, and your helmet and your gun means nothing. You could’ve been racially profiled. You STILL can be racially profiled. You can STILL fit the description. So can your son. Your nephew. Your DAUGHTER. Your wife. Your brothers on the street are still a statistic and whether you like it or not you’re a brother too. Don’t your fellow cops haven’t racially profiled someone who looks just like you.

Okay. Rant over. Just describing the protest last night. It was pretty emotional. A lot of people were upset. I hate I even shed a tear over those cops but I indeed did. And shoutout to all the protestors who comforted each other and asked if everyone was okay. Like I said. All love and peace. All we want is peace, equality, and police reform. Because this isn’t okay.

anonymous asked:

Aaaah... You left me hanging with your Pen Pals fic and I can't wait for you to post the 2nd part. I really like it and V deserves so much happiness an love. Please let my baby be happy.

a/n: hell yea he deserves all the happiness in the world :’)

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Her tiny delicate hands held my face in them while her fingers traced over my cheeks. It was quiet, neither of us made a sound and I wanted it to stay like that forever. I wanted to stay in her embrace forever, never letting me go.

She was so warm. Not only her body, but also her personality, her presence. When I looked at her, I felt as if I was under the sun. I could never get tired of this feeling.

Her thumb swiped over my lips as she gained a look of hunger in her eyes. She looked like she was ready to devour me and everything I came with and I would be willing.

“Jihyun” A voice shouted, pulling me out of my self-induced trance. My eyes focused back to the hell in front of me. Both of my parents wore disgusted expressions as their colleagues tossed their noses up.

It was my parents annual dinner party with the many artist that they travel with or have opened exhibits with. Even though their colleagues brought their stuck up kids along, I was still the sore thumb in this crowd of prosperous assholes.

All the kids wore suits and dresses while I was clothed in a sweater and ripped skinny’s. My parents didn’t approve of this type of clothing but since they were artist they allowed it.

I couldn’t even reply to my mom’s booming voice as I fiddled with my hands in my lap. I could feel the rest of the groups eyes on me and it reminded me of another day in the school hallways.

Didn’t people say home is a place that you should feel safe at? Bullshit. I feel more attacked at home then school. Not only do they have complete power over me until I turn 18, but also their opinions matter.

I can’t just flip them the bird like I do in school. I have to take in everything they say and act upon it positively.

My mom shook her head and placed her napkin on her lap as the conversations continued. I wanted to talk to MC. I wanted to hear her voice echo through my ears as she reassuringly told me that everything would be okay.

Even if it wouldn’t be, I’d still believe her.

Most of all, I wanted her to hold me and never let me go.

But I am just a pen pal to her and that’s all I’d ever be.

I heard snickering from two boys that sat to the side of me. When I looked at them, they didn’t look away. “Loser” One of them whispered to the other. God.

I was so tired of all of this bullshit. I was tired of my life and the way I was living it. I can’t live another day like this. I won’t.

I stood from my chair abruptly, causing a nasty sound of the wood against our marble floors and many eyes to look my way. The boys looked at me amused as I grabbed the one by the collar.

“Jihyun!” My mom gasped as my fist collided with his cheek. No matter how hard I hit him, that narcissistic smirk never left his face. One more punch as two large hands grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back.

I stumbled into the China cabinet as several dishes fell to the ground with a shatter. My dad helped the guy I hit up as he looked back at me with an appalled expression.

The room was quiet and all you heard was my ragged breathing and the mom checking up on her son. I didn’t feel bad. I didn’t feel anything.

“Jihyun” My dad said lowly as my mom covered her mouth in dismay. “Go to your room right now” He said calmly as I furrowed my eyebrows. “Dad, I didn’t do-”.

“Go now!” He yelled causing me and a few others to flinch. I shook my head as I felt tears build up in my eyes. I wouldn’t give any of those assholes the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

I ran up the stairs leading to my room as I slammed my door shut. My hands were shaking and I felt as if I just took Xanax. My vision continued to blur as threw myself onto my bed.

The walls of my room seemed to get smaller the longer I laid there. I didn’t want to cry but I also knew I couldn’t hold it all in. What would MC think if she saw me right now?

MC!

I looked at my laptop on my desk and grabbed it quickly, pulling it on my lap. My fingers shakily typed in the website as it pulled up, quickly going to our conversation.

She already messaged me, twice.

I.am.so.bored.without.you

V I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DONT COME TO THIS MESSENGER RIGHT NOW!

The last one was sent three minutes ago. Even though it was a short time, I still feel terrible for making her wait. I quickly respond.

Sorry MC, family dinner haha

The amazing V is alive!!!!

How was the dinner?

eh it was okay

it was terrible wasn’t it?

you are reading my mind

MC

yes?

I want to hold you..

so bad

I took my hands off of the keyboard and began to chew on my fingernail. Those messages were a big step for me. I try to conceal my feelings as much as possible but talking to her makes me say exactly what I’m thinking.

Its like she opens up a part of me that I didn’t even know existed.

I’ve been waiting for you to say that lolol

I want to hold you as well…

maybe we could meet one day

I reread her response three times as a smile grows on my face.

is there anything else you’ve been holding back from telling me?

Her question takes me off guard as I raise my eyebrow.

I wonder if what I said freaked her out and she’s trying to see what other weird things I’d say.

all of it?

all of it.

if you want the truth MC…

I do.

the truth is, I think about you all day, I know I don’t know much about you but I do know that you make me happy, I want to cherish you MC

I’m sorry if that is too much for you to take in

its not too much

not at all

would it be weird if I said I felt the same?

not at all, but MC, you don’t know what I look like or anything…how can we feel this way about each other?

I enjoy talking to you not what you look like V. your personality and how sweet you are to me has nothing to do with your appearance

I felt hot tears on my cheek and I immediately reached up to wipe them off. MC has no idea how insecure I am, and she just made me feel like I was on top of the world.

are you insecure Jihyun?

It has been a whole week since we started talking and that was the first time she called me by my name since we started using V. She always seems to know what I am thinking.

very…

that makes me sad :(

I’ll make sure when we meet that I will make you feel like the most handsome man in the world

you are an angel MC

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a/n: ohhhhhh shitttttttt. is this good? I have no idea hahaha, anyways I am just trying to develop their relationship more while also incorporating his and his parents relationship. I am portraying all of the people around him like this bc I want MC to be his source of happiness, reason to live, blah blah blah.

anonymous asked:

you are the worst thing in the feylo fandom. what kylo is doing is ABUSE and i can't see how you dont see that

So I would be remiss (and would be doing my own fandom a disservice) if I didn’t mention that there are unsettling, potentially-abusive sexual undertones in the interrogation scene (which I’ll explain in next week’s meta, don’t you worry). And you – the anti-reylo crowd – is right in that, if a bit misguided, because you’re not actually looking at the whole picture. You’re not looking at the Star Wars world in context.

You have to really look at what happens to Rey at the end of this scene, and the end of this movie (see: she wins), the relationship between the Sith and the Jedi, the Star Wars universe itself, and who Kylo and Rey are (potentially) being based off of (Bastila and Revan, who again, legitimately adored each other). When you look at the interrogation scene, in context, it drastically changes the subtext, and you can’t discount this subtext to make the scene fit into your own personal brand of politics (see: Reylo is bad and everything is bad and you are all monsters for loving it).

And for those of who scream to the high heavens that Reylo is abusive: for those stalwart tumblr warriors who tell Star Wars fans how dare you romanticize it (which we’re not), I would like to tell you that you need to chill. I would like to tell you that you need to view the scene as a whole, because maybe – just maybe – by focusing on one narrow, ideologically satisfying element, you’re reading it wrong, and you need to evaluate your own biases and understand how you’re coming across to others. I’m a bit bull-doggish, and I have teeth, so stuff like this doesn’t really phase me. But for other fans, it does. I find this negativity – this personalized hate – disturbing, and I don’t like it. Star Wars is a good fandom: a solid fandom, that’s been around longer than you were breathing. Please don’t ruin the fun for others.

You need to understand that in your Quest for Justice, by telling myself (and others) – some who have suffered from abuse – that we can’t identify with Rey and find power in that scene (and its there, there’s so much there) that you’re infantilizing us. That is the exact opposite of what how you should be treating people who need to find power in their own voice and what they like, and you need to see the hypocrisy in your statements. You need to understand that you’re being as problematic as the problematic stuff you’re railing again, and you kind of need to sit down and shut up and listen to what actual survivors (and women) are saying, because we’re not idiots. We’re not fools and we’re not blind, and we can speak for ourselves and we don’t need you to advocate for us.

Normally I brush comments like yours aside, or respond to them privately – who needs drama clogging up the dash – but the reason why I’m responding now is because not all Reylo/Star Wars fans can articulate why we’re frustrated with your misguided negativity, but I can, so I’m taking one for the team and putting myself out there. Fans and survivors and those who are a combination of both should stick together, and look out for each other. On an individual level, as one of many, I advocate for me. My voice is my own, and you can’t take that from me. You can’t take that from others, to fit your own personal savior narrative. I won’t let you do it.

Now, let me get this out of the way by saying that not all survivors of abuse (and those going through it) think alike. It’s not a hive mind, and for those of you who are survivors, who can’t stand the interrogation scene – who can’t stand Reylo – I’m not marginalizing your voice by saying you should stop being discomforted by the visuals. When the hurt is still fresh – when the wounds are still raw and gaping – its hard to sit back and say “okay, maybe there’s more to this,” because you’re used to the hurt and you’re used to it being bitten, and so all you concentrate on is the immediate, what’s right in your face – the optics in the moment. Anything beyond that is just too triggering. I get that, and I get your anger. No one should tell you how to think about that scene (including me), because that’s your voice speaking your anger, and you are allowed to be angry. You’re allowed to be hurting.

But to those of you who haven’t experienced abuse – to those of you sitting there on your thrones of benevolence as you dole out your wisdom to the poor, ill-begotten plebs – stay out of it. Stay in your lane. We don’t need your commentary.

Star wars is a brilliant, beautiful thing, and Star Wars – more than anything – is about hope, and hope for the future, which is why it’s lasted so long. And as an old fan speaking to the new, I am so, SO happy to see you all; to share in the awesomeness of Star Wars with the next generation of fans. You. You are wanted. Don’t listen to the negativity.

anonymous asked:

Cass, do you think when HL come out they will have to lie and say they JUST got together? Because of babygate? I see how Simon could be covering his ass like this but.. I legit can't see them wanting to lie about their whole history? And everyone knows? And the tattoos? How could they ever play that off?

urgh… no i dont think thats the way it’s going to happen at all and i know where you got the idea from and it’s just… no. 

i believe they will take the ‘happy and healthy’ route when they come out and that this will all make sense in the end… i dont think babygate has anything to do with simon saving his ass… if anything i think louis and NT are in more control of it now than they initially were.. i think that once paternity is denied (which will be soon) louis wont have to say anything about actually sleeping with her or anything like that… he doesnt have to explain his actions about any of the stunts. no one does… i think there are a lot of plans that are going on bts not only with H&L’s team but with taylors team and kendalls team and probably eleanors team as well.. i think if they’re gonna explain it at all they’re all gonna play the ‘best friend helping other friend out because of the big bad suited businessmen telling us this would be the best way’ kind of thing… and as for the explanation behind babygate, if harry and louis say they’ve been together for 5 years then theres enough explanation right then and there that this whole thing was a pr stunt. 

but i think that theres a lot of things going on bts,… i think the last thing harry and louis would want is for the world to actually believe that a) they WANT to be closeted long term or at all and b) they only just got together… i think that if they say they just got together then that would make their images from the last 5 years more believable and i know they absolutely loathe the way the world sees them right now… i think it will open a can of worms if they start trying to put different dates than when things have actually happened. i also think they’re fucking over lying and they just wanna be themselves.

i think we will see in due course what azoff has planned to bring an end to this. and i dont think there will be many left standing afterwards. 

Matthew Espinosa Imagine -Cheating

‘UGGH!!!! I can’t belive you did that (y/n)!!!!’ Matt screamed at you frustrated by what he thought you had done.
‘I didnt do anything wrong!!!’ you yelled back.
‘Really ,really now you didnt do anything wrong after I find you about to fuck my best friend!!’
‘I wasnt going to fuck anybody, he came onto me !!’
‘Umm humm yh im really supposed to belive that,gosh i wouldnt have started dating you if i hadnt have realized how much of a slut you were’ he said whilst looking at you dead in the eyes.
You started to cry rapidly ,tears streaming down your face,then you ran out of the room as you ran you looked back at Matt and said ‘If you really loved me you would believe me’.Matt’s faced had changed from complete anger to complete regret.

————-(what had happened before)—————————

You and Matt had just arrived at the hotel for Magcon you then settled into your room nicely placing your bags on the floor.
‘This is gonna be so much funnnn, but are you sure your fans will like me ?’
‘Of course they’ll love you (y/n)’ as he said that he hugged you from behind.
‘We are gonna have so much fun in this room ’ he said smirking at you
‘Maybe’ you said quitely
‘Maybe? how about right now!’ he lifted you up and threw you onto the bed ,you started to giggle,he then begin to undress removing his shirt ,he then leaned forward and started kissing your neck and then he whispered ‘I love you (y/n)’
‘I love you to Matt’ you replied and he then continued to leave a trail of kisses up and down your neck.Then you heard a loud knocking at the door ‘Come in ’ Matt said forgeting what we were about to start and how this would look.
The door opened and Carter stood there wide eyed ‘Woah i dont wanna see that save it for tonight ’ you blushed in embarresment
‘Me and the boys are going out to get something to eat wanna come?’
‘Yh sure ’ you replied
‘Well I was about to have something to eat myself’ he said smirking at you
‘Enough Matt’ you said ‘well be down in a secound Carter ‘
‘ok dont take to long’ he said leaving the room.
You and Matt got up he placed his shirt back on and you left the room.


———————-(After you had something to eat,you went back to the hotel room)—————————

You and the rest of the boys went back to your hotel rooms .
‘Hey Matt do you wanna film a video with me and the rest of the boys’ Nash asked
‘Yh sure’ he turned to you ‘Babe is that ok?’
‘Yh its fine go ahead ’
‘Thanks (y/n) I love you ‘
‘I love you to’ he kissed you on the lips passionately
‘Ok save it ’ Nash yelled
‘You’ve got a room use it ’ Taylor said
Then they all walked into Nash’s room except for Carter who walked into his room which just so happened to be across mine and Matt’s.


When I got into the hotel room I changed into my sweat pants,grabbed a movie out of my bag and placed it into the Dvd player and ate some crisps (or chips if your American).About halfway through the movie you were watching you heard a knocking at the door,you got up and opened it to find Carter,’Hey’ you said happy to see one of your boyfriends closest friends and also one of yours ‘Hey’ he replied whilst smirking at you.He then walked into the hotel room and slammed the door shut ‘Sooooo whats up’ you said
‘Well I just thought I’d come and see you ’
‘oh ok wanna watch the movie with me?’ you asked with a friendly tone of voice
‘Actually I thinking of something else we could do something else ’ he then turned of the tv
‘umm what do you mean’ you asked confused
He began to walk slowly up to you getting closer and closer to you licking his lips he then began to crawl on the bed next to you ,bringing his right leg over the other side of your body so he was ontop hovering over your body.’
‘Carter what are you doing ?’
‘Something I should have done a long time ago’
Then suddenly his lips smashed onto yours causing you to move trying to back away ,trying to stop his tongue entering your mouth.
‘(Y/N)?!’ you heard a voice yell Carter pulled away and there you saw Matt in the doorway standing there watching.
‘Matt ?!’ you yelled.
‘WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING ?!’ he shouted with a angry tone in his voice
‘Its not what you think it is! honest’
‘Really cause it looks like you were about to fuck Carter!’
‘No thats not it at all!’
You heard footsteps running up the hallway and then you saw Cameron peak his head through
‘OMG’ he said shocked
‘Everyone leave ’ Matt shouted down the hall and he closed the door
Carter stops hovering over you and stands up you do the same.
‘WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON !?’ Matt askes
‘Nothing’ you yell Carter starts to speak ‘I’ll tell you the truth Matt,…. we’ve been fucking behind your back’
‘WHAT?!’ you yell at him also pushing him at the same time you then walk over to Matt
‘no thats not true its nothing like that’
‘how long?’ he says looking at Carter
‘Five months’
‘NO!’ you shout ‘hes lying’
‘Carter you can go now’ Matt says calmly ,Carter leaves never taking his eyes of you.
‘Matt he’s lying nothing was going to happen!’ You yell


———And thats the start of the argument you had at the beginning———

Ok thanks for reading this I’m gonna do a part two soon and i hope you liked it ,it toke me ages to write this cause im sucha slow typer,annnnd yh keep leaving suggestion and tell me if you want a part twoooo….

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can you please write a fic (if you're not busy and if you dont mind haha) about Eren and Mikasa living together in an apartment with Armin during their University days. Then one day, Mikasa brought a guy home because they'll be doing a project or something (and Eren kinda feels this guy likes Mikasa) and even tho theyre just best friends; Eren can't help but get jealous? Then maybe eventually he confesses to Mikasa?Youre an awesome writer so it's up to you. :) Thanks a lot!!!

I always like to picture Armin, Mikasa, and Eren living in an apartment together and all the fun and awkward moments they’d have to go through. I love it :3

Eren slipped the key in the door of his apartment wanting nothing more than to eat and fall asleep on the couch after today’s day of classes, but what he wasn’t excepting some strange ass guy he had never seen before sitting on the couch he had plans to sleep on.

“Hey, Eren,” Mikasa called from her spot also on the couch, text book in her lap.

“Hey.” He slowly closed the door behind him and his confusion, and probably some dislike, must’ve shown on his face because Mikasa gestured to the guy sitting next to her.

“This is Jean. We got paired together for a project for Lit.”

“Hey, nice to meet you,” the guy smiled but Eren didn’t like him already. He was smug, and had some arrogant look in his eyes. Eren knew that look; he saw it in countless guys when they got paired with Mikasa, smart and beautiful Mikasa. Yeah, big deal, guy, so what you get to do a project with her. Eren lived with her. Once the project is done, she’ll never talk to you again even if you try. Eren knew it would happen because he knew Mikasa, so he really didn’t understand why it irritated the hell outta him every single time.

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Preference #1: You Find Out One Of the Other Boys Wants to be With You
  • Luke: You had alway been best friends with all of the boys but recently you had started dating Luke. Everything had been going great until the day you walked in on Luke tackling Calum to the floor beating him senseless. "LUKE WHAT THE FUCK" You tried non stop to pull him off of Calum but you knew it was no use as Luke was 100 times stronger than you. You eventually managed to talk him into stopping and grabbed Calum an ice pack and sat him down. Luke sat on the couch far away from Calum but glared at him the entire time you took care of him. You stood in front of both of them and took a deep breath and said, "Luke....please please tell me what just happened and be honest." He sighed and ran his hands through his hair. "Y/N, it's not that easy to tell you but-" "Let me tell her mate", Calum interrupted. "Basically, Y/N, Luke did exactly what I expected him to do and he was totally right to do that" "Just tell me why" "Its because I told him that I've been in love with you ever since we met you and I didn't think he deserved you..." You all were silent until you sighed and said, "Calum you're my best friend and I'm sorry but I think of you like a brother and I'm in love with Luke." "I know and so I just needed to tell Luke and you so I didn't feel guilty anymore" "Calum I'm not mad or upset -just confused. All that matters to me is that you and Luke just make up. I'll be upstairs."
  • Ashton: You started dating Ashton a couple months ago and he thought that it was time to meet the boys. "What if they don't like me?" "I'm sure they will! What's not to like?" You laughed and the two of you walked out the door. Hours passed and you had felt like you had known these boys for years! "I'll be right back I'm gonna go get a drink...Any of you guys want anything?" All said no but Michael. "I want something but I'll get it myself!" You both went to the kitchen together and before you were about to go back he stopped you. "Y/N, wait." He grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him. "Michael, what's up?" He sighed and looked down at the ground for a minute mumbling something to himself. He looked back up, and grabbed your shoulders. "Michael...what are you-" and he cut you off with a kiss. You pulled away immediately and wiped your lips saying "What the hell are you doing?" "Y/N, why did you choose Ashton?" "Because I love him. And My love for him isn't a choice, Michael." "Y/N....I love you" "I'm sorry, Michael, but I can't be with you....I'm in love with Ashton" You squeezed his hand and walked back into the other room quietly replaying the moment that had just occurred minutes ago.
  • Calum: You rang the door bell to Calum's flat excited to see your boyfriend of a year. As the door opened you yelled "HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!" only to see Ashton standing there instead. "Well thanks Y/N." You laughed and walked into the space. "Sorry Ash, I expected Calum would be home." "No worries Y/N, Calum will be home soon but in the meantime..." "What?" "I have to tell you something, sit down" "Okay..." He say down next to you and grabbed your hand. "Ashton...what's going on here?" "I have to tell you something!" "So then tell me!" "Okay okay....here it goes." His eyes darted all across the room and he cleared his throat and finally said, "I know it's not the best timing, but..." Then the door opened and you heard Cal's voice yell out "Ash! Did anything happen while I was gone?" You popped up and ran to Calum and hugged him from behind. "I guess I did" he turned around and hugged you extremely tightly. "Happy Anniversary, Y/N" he kissed the top of your head, "I'll be right back!" "I'll be here" you laughed. You sat down back next to Ashton and said, "Sorry about that...you were saying?" He stood up and ran his hand through hair, "It's nothing don't worry about it." "No tell me!" "It's just that....Y/N.....I think I love you." "Oh." "I'm sorry that was dumb of me to say." "No don't worry it's just...I love Calum. I'm sorry I just- I have to go find Calum." And with that Ashton plopped down on the couch and mumbled to himself, "Stupid stupid stupid. Now She's gone"
  • Michael: You were just sitting at home watching a movie with Michael when you heard your phone ring. The name "Luke" popped up on the screen and you were confused as to why he would be calling at 11 pm. "Michael, Luke's calling me" "Hmm maybe he just wants to see if we can hang out or something" "Yeah maybe" you picked up the phone and said, "Hey what's up?" "Hey it's Luke." "Yeah I know...I have caller ID" you chuckled and continued "what's up?" "Can we go out to eat?" "Uh Luke I'm kinda with Michael right now..." "Oh....Okay....Tomorrow?" "I would love to Luke, but you guys just got back from tour and I thought it would be nice to spend a bit of time with Michael ya know since you guys will be leaving again soon...." "No yeah I get it...I was just wondering because I have to tell you something important." "Can you tell me now?" "I mean.... I dont know" "Luke come on! You know you can tell me anything!" "I know....its just not that expected..." "Try me!" "Uhm...Well....I think I love you" You were completely frozen. "Y/N?....I knew this would happen. Y/N? Please say something." "I'm sorry Luke....can I call you back later? Here....let's have lunch tomorrow okay?" "Alright." You hung up the phone and stared straight at the TV. "Babe what was that about?" Michael said walking back into the room with more food. Your brain searched for an answer because you obviously couldnt tell him the truth, as much as it pained you. "Oh Luke just wanted 'Girl Advice'" "Of course he did" he laughed and you went back to watching the movie except all you could think about is how you were gonna deal with this issue.
Karl Pilkington Starters
  • It's like a pylon.
  • Get that down, its a deathtrap!
  • You've never been to China.
  • ...but it’s all about ‘a gorilla and a fox are walking thru the woods.’ How often does that happen?
  • That's the problem with them fables, they're putting animals together that wouldn't meet. I don't know where a scorpion is knockin' around with a frog.
  • Well...like, when you're born, you're a little baby, you're wrinkly and stuff, when you get older you sort of morph into a baby again...
  • By 78 you've done everything you're going to do. If you haven't bungee-jumped by the time you're 78 you're not going to do it.
  • All I'm saying is that old people need to be old people.
  • You need oldness. You need to see old people.
  • Well you look 78!
  • Stop looking at the walls, look out the window.
  • If I was Noah, I would have gone, Hang on a minute, I've just seen somethin' that looks a bit like this, let it drown, have a bit of a clear out, but he was messin' about savin' everythin'
  • Why didn't evolution make a giraffe good at carpentry so it could build a ladder?
  • You know how they say people have six senses? There's loads more than that. The ability to feel someone looking at you, that's been around since man and dinosaur were knockin' about.
  • We came from the sea originally, now we're going back in it. Don't go in it, unless you're in a boat.
  • On identical twins - You always get a little snidey one.
  • On dopplegangers - How would I know which one I was?
  • It would only get me into trouble won't it? Because people won't believe there's another one like me.
  • Otherwise everyone would be saying that when they get caught robbing, they go Oh it wasn't me it was me doppleganger.
  • Does the brain control you or are you controlling the brain? I don't know if I'm in charge of mine.
  • Did I tell you about the immune system?
  • He got hot, he got so hot his lips fell off.
  • I came up with a good idea....see through skin
  • I find that if you just talk, your mouth comes up with stuff.
  • If you don't sleep you get run down. Sloths never get a flu, cos its good innit thats when your body's replenishing
  • As long as you're rememberin' baby Jesus, does it matter when you're rememberin' 'im
  • That's what I'm saying about Christmas, I might not be in the mood for it
  • The first time you watch it you'll probably cry a bit. The second time you watch it you will probably think - boy that would be bad having a head like that being picked on - the third time you are probably thinking, er, how does he get his jumper on, er, then dunno probably bored of it the fourth time. But, but it's well worth watching.
  • The Elephant Man would never have gotten up and gone, ‘Oh, God. Look at me hair today.’
  • Treat the world like a head
  • We're just a weed in the universe
  • I could eat a knob at night.
  • Hummus isn't a meal
  • Hypothetical: Shipwrecked and eating a penis- ...I'll look for something else. We're surrounded by water. Why are we eating knob?
  • Where you are is what you eat. When I'm in London I'll have beans on toast for lunch. On holiday — what? Tapas? Go on then I'll have a bit. You eat whatevers in that area.
  • Whether it's a potato or a nut, it's a foodage!
  • Read about a pub which is gettin' some stick 'cause its stopped a horse goin' in. Its been the horse' regular for ages, but some new owners have taken over the pub and they said they're servin' fresh food and don't want a horse in there anymore
  • I look at life like a big book and sometimes you get half way through it and go 'Even though I've been enjoying it, I've had enough. Give us another book'
  • I'm just sayin', I don't like fun
  • They say it all started out with a big bang. But, what I wonder is, was it a big bang or did it just seem big because there wasn't anything else drown it out at the time?
  • I dont know her, there's only so much you can say to a stranger.
  • I think some bacteria have better lives
  • What's that plate that's above a saucer but below a plate?
  • Yeah but everyone was a saint years ago, that seemed to be thrown about back then. Who's a saint now, in this year, who's a saint?
  • It’s just hassle of having friends and family
  • The world is getting more and more scruffier
  • You won't get anything done by planning.
  • Any problem solved is a new problem made.
  • I've met a few little people in my time.
  • I met a little fella once and he was alright.
  • Turns out it was another load of monkeys from another part of the island...from the rough bit...
  • Apparently you're not allowed to lick a toad's back.
  • So I was watchin David Attenborough..
  • At what point is a wasp ever going to have a chat with a spider?
  • At no point am I going to lick a little frogs head.
  • I'd kick it, and I'd say 'You knob-head'
  • In the sea you've got to be constantly sort of alert.
  • In the sea you've got an enemy behind every rock.
  • Get rid of some of the fish and the water will drop. Simple. Basic science.
  • People moan about drugs being tested on animals. I sort of think it depends innit. If the drug's aspirin and the monkey's got a headache, is it right?
  • A dog has got human eyes.
  • I saw a cockroach playing Pacman
  • I've been watchin birds more than insects recently, and the thing I've found with pigeons is, they've got wings but they walk a lot
  • Don't be chucking that out. You might need that later
  • If you live in a glass house, don't be chucking stuff about
  • People who live in a glass house have to answer the door
  • You don't have to do it straight away, but just do it before it gets really bad
  • Neil Armstrong, that spaceman, he went to the moon but he ain't been back. It can't have been that good.