if you're not listening to this band then you're doing it wrong

What your favorite Beatles album says about you
  • Please Please Me: you're cool and care about your hairdo, but you've got a softer side. you giggle when boys look at you from across the room.
  • With the Beatles: you really like the Beatles, but for some reason you don't wanna hear them do their own songs. but you really, really like the Beatles.
  • A Hard Day's Night: nobody really knows the real you. they think you're a suave, energetic socialite. deep down, you're a farm hand with a piece of wheat sticking out of your mouth, trying not to cry. you can cry if you want. it's okay to cry.
  • Beatles for Sale: you think your friends all secretly hate you, and you think strangers all secretly love you. also, George is your favorite Beatle and you like hearing Paul scream.
  • Help!: you really like ironic humor and feeling sorry for yourself, and you think people would be happier without you in the picture. you need to understand people care about you, and you should learn to like yourself. but proposing to a girl in a jumping 12 bar is wrong. don't do that.
  • Rubber Soul: when people ask you what kind of music you listen to, you say you like all different kinds.
  • Revolver: crawling into bed, you're half asleep before you remember to set your alarm. you do it with one eye open.
  • Sgt. Pepper: people say you're really together, but you know you're not. you wonder why people think you're seamless. you have so many seams. it seems they don't see your seams.
  • Magical Mystery Tour: your parents fought a lot in front of you. i'm sorry.
  • The White Album: you're greedy and like the blues.
  • Yellow Submarine: this album says a lot more about you than i have room to type about sorry you can pm me
  • Abbey Road: you won't stop trying until you're sitting at the top in a gold encrusted throne made of the skulls of your enemies and the good wishes of your friends. you don't know how to rap.
  • Let It Be: you think you have an intimate relationship with somewhere between 1 and 4 of the Beatles in a way they'll never understand. you watch a movie again if it makes you cry.
anger management: mars
  • mars in the 1st: i know it doesn't feel like it, but you need to let that anger out, consume you and explode. i would advise you to hit something but then i'm sort of afraid that you'd hit me--at least it's a nice conundrum, i don't see a lot of those, these days. i recommend exercise or sports because you know, two birds with one stone. or you could get drunk and kick people's asses in bar brawls/video games, both would be cathartic, i think.
  • mars in the 2nd: bottle up your emotions, man. and that anger too. and when it reaches a breaking point, burst the entire dam because you're too good at it. but no, really, find a repetitive task that grounds your anger to a center, don't hoard it like dragons hoard gold, as you're wont to do. and make sure it focuses on a rhythm and unleash it using that focus. get it through your thick head: passive aggressiveness is not attractive.
  • mars in the 3rd: i would tell you to punch your sibling but that'd be too drastic. i suggest you write all the words you're dying to scream and curse, the words you're gonna use to tear the world into two, in paper, make an origami of it and flush it down the toilet. that'd feel good, trust me. if not, i'd advise you to talk it out with a person you trust to be objective, look at it from a logical perspective as to why you're angry and methodically decode why it's making you want to annihilate something. you'd feel much calmer afterwards. (or end up reading six books in one day and write vicious reviews on how stupid the characters are--that works too)
  • mars in the 4th: i know this sounds ridiculous, but open the fridge and the tub of your favorite flavor of ice cream, dig into it face first without using a spoon while watching really sad anime. you'd feel much better. or you could take it out on your home, violently redecorate or tear off the curtains. or something. i suggest doing heavy household tasks that'd exhaust you, so when you take a shower and get rid of all that sweat, you feel at least some semblance of calm.
  • mars in the 5th: this sounds terrible and cliche, but use it to be productive. use it in your art to make a statement because it has pissed you off. run that extra mile on track. get the best score on a creative writing course--you get the gist. make sure it helps you shine, not the things/people that made you angry, because trust me, an anger like yours is nothing short of an inferno.
  • mars in the 6th: fuck with your classmates/co-workers. otherwise channel it into helping people with things they can't do themselves/solving their problems while grumbling about how fucking stupid they are. you could also finish household chores and with your exhaustion, calm your anger. i know there's so much you want to say and it makes you feel like you could burst, but channel that anger into mundane tasks to get them done faster, finishing that side project earlier. and the satisfaction will quell that terrible rage, trust me.
  • mars in the 7th: fuck up all your personal relationships and one on one communication and brood like there's no tomorrow, man. other things you could do are: changing your entire wardrobe to spite the person you're angry with, listening to heavy rock metal that somehow speaks to your soul at the moment and go wild on a shopping spree. the tornado in your head won't completely disappear, i know, you passive aggressive fuck, but it'll help, i can assure you that.
  • mars in the 8th: plan hypothetical revenge on your object/person of anger. i know it's not satisfactory unless you back up that bark with bite, but i advise you to not do that, because you'll feel terrible afterwards. so the notion that you could get revenge, if you wanted to, is satisfying in and of itself (just don't actually want and do that, i'm saying this for your own good). listen to your favorite metal band and scream like there's no tomorrow. or tell the people you're angry with how you plan to eviscerate/castrate them in vivid detail in your head. you'll feel a lot, i repeat A LOT calmer.
  • mars in the 9th: run away from it. literally. complete avoidance has always been your best strategy, hasn't it? i suggest preaching about why you're angry to anything that will listen: a wall, a donkey, babies too small to crawl away. think about affirmative action, man, and for god's sake, face the source of your anger instead of running off on a road trip with no money just for the hell of it. heck, play that weird airport finding game in an unknown place you're gonna have to navigate on your own. or play video games in general: don't let that energy go to waste.
  • mars in the 10th: channel that ball of righteous fury into your ambition and dexterous work ethic (translation: become even more of a workaholic than you already are) and shove your success, your regained dignity, your perseverance right to their faces. you are made of poison and stardust, and that is the greatest strength that belies your anger. use that strength to work miracles. or smoke weed, but that's not exactly a good thing 0/10 would not recommend. but don't, i repeat, don't take it out on your personal relationships. that's exactly what will lead to your downfall.
  • mars in the 11th: do NOT use it to fuel your god complex. i know you're angry at the world and how frustrated you are--i am too, but AN IDEOLOGY IS NOT A SOLUTION BECAUSE ITS APPLICATIONS IN REALITY ARE VASTLY DIFFERENT THAN THEY ARE IN THEORY. you're seeing an injustice? make sure it is not one anymore. plan it out, how you'll right all these wrongs: with your friends, with people who share the same views as you. dissect and analyze these problems and annihilate them but i repeat: DO NOT LET ANGER TRANSFORM YOUR EGO INTO A GOD COMPLEX YOU WEIRD WONDERFUL SHIT IT WILL DESTROY YOU
  • mars in the 12th: don't get others to unleash your anger or manipulate them into being assertive for you. just don't, that's freaking pathetic. i strongly suggest you sleep: take a long, preferably 8 hour nap and cuddle something/someone. once you wake up, you'll be looking at it from a newer, fresher perspective and will actually find the energy to express your anger appropriately instead of using other people as puppets that dance under your strings. music would help to calm you down, as well. so try that first, all right?

daddyzenpie  asked:

For the event Mini-Fic for Zen you're holding, "You know why i love you? It's because you're you, and no one in this world ever love me the way you do. And that, princess, is what make you very precious and beautiful in my eyes, no matter how other people sees you." I hope this is great enough?

gasp!! Lil Masochist~! It’s been a while ^o^ Nyaha~ I got dibs on your request >:3

[ Notice: Event Submissions are now closed. Previous requests will be completed asap. Sorry for the delay. ] 
(Man, I didn’t realize there’d be so many asks… Will be blazing through them tonight!!)


Some Days. [Zen x MC]

Some days… I can’t help but hate myself.

I frequently make mistakes, and I’m not like everyone else. I don’t like what they like, I can’t do what they do. I hate that I’m so different from them.

They tell me all the time.

“You’re so out of the loop, girl! How have you NOT fallen in love with this band?!!”

Is it so wrong to have a different interest from you?

“Why do you like that colour?? It’s sooo ugly. Just like you!! Haha, just kidding…”

Honestly, I know you always insult people and laugh it off as a joke, but you always mean it. Two-sided bitch.

…but at least she fits in. Why am I so different? Is… is something wrong with me?

Curled up into a ball, I bury my head in my knees, hugging myself tightly. I watch as my boyfriend shines onstage—it’s only rehearsal, but he’s so talented and handsome, standing out from everyone else.

Why did Zen even fall in love with me? He has a huge fan-base, acting talent and looks that could kill… And I’m just… me.

He’s worked with models who are more beautiful than me. He’s spoken with women who are funnier than me, more intelligent than me, more exciting than me…

I do love him, I really do. And I feel proud to be able to stand by his side.

But some days… I just feel ashamed.

“Rehearsal’s over for the day, go home and get some rest! Good job, everyone!” the director declared.

I glanced up, noticing Zen walk towards me with a bright smile on his face.

“Sorry to keep you waiting, babe. Did you see me? This was one of my best rehearsals yet! I felt like I could really sync with the character this time,” he beamed, running a hand through his hair.

Nodding quietly, I passed him a water bottle, which he gratefully took and gulped down within a matter of seconds.

We headed home, walking quickly against the cool spring breeze. I stayed silent the entire time, listening to him chatter away about his rehearsal.

But when we finally got home, he stopped talking, instead staring at me, as if analyzing me.

“Babe? I’ve been meaning to ask you since earlier but… what’s wrong?” he asked in a soft tone.

I tensed up, but maintained a steady voice as I answered, “Nothing, really.”

He frowned, reaching a hand out to my shoulder. “MC… I’m an actor, you know. I face actors everyday, I know when someone’s not sincere in their words. Please tell me?”

Reluctantly, I decided to tell him out of pressure. But without meaning to, the first words I blurted out were, “Why are we even together?”

Zen’s frown suddenly deepened, his eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean? Because I love you and you love me… right?”

I sighed, “Well, you’re not wrong… but why? You’re practically perfect and I’m nothing. Even your fans hardly feel threatened by me because I don’t match you. We’re too different, Zen. Anyone can see that.”

“That’s not true, jagi… You know why I love you? It’s because you’re you, and no one in this world could ever love me the way you do. And that, princess, is what makes you so precious and beautiful in my eyes, no matter how other people see you,” he stated firmly, staring straight into my eyes with sincerity.

Heat spreads to my cheeks, an overwhelming affection instantly bursting in my heart for him. “Y-you’re too smooth with your lines, Zen. I-I love you too,” I mumble quietly, pressing my face into his chest so he couldn’t see the way my cheeks were burning.

Some days, I can’t help but hate myself…

… but on days like these, I have Zen right here by my side, loving me for everything I hate about myself.

Random sentence starters
  • "Did you really just insult Captain America in front of me?"
  • "So you're a liar and a thief."
  • "So are you going to kiss me or can I finish this cigarette first?"
  • "Can I touch your boob?"
  • "Is it bad that I enjoy infomercials more than I enjoy actual television shows?"
  • "So your mother is pregnant and it might be my fault."
  • "You smell like butt."
  • "Please tell me I'm hearing things and that you're not actually listening to Kidz Bop right now."
  • "You either owe me a hundred cookies or a really expensive bottle of vodka—your choice."
  • "What the hell did you just say about my favorite band?"
  • "Please never call me by my full name ever again."
  • "Do you prefer to read or watch your porn?"
  • "I think I need to lose ten pounds."
  • "Who do you love more, me or your mom?"
  • "Tell me the dirtiest joke you can think of."
  • "Were you aware that there is ice cream?"
  • "That was worth seven thousand dollars and you think 'I'm sorry' is going to make us even?"
  • "It's not that you're wrong, exactly, you're just extremely not right."
  • "You shouldn't be trusted with small children, should you?"
  • "Give me cake or give me death."
  • "I'm starting an idiot jar. Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was."
  • "Are you actually wearing my underwear right now?"
  • "I want candy."
  • "On a scale from, 'I can sometimes make important phone calls without crying' to 'I have a stable job with a steady income, a spouse who loves me, a dog, and two kids who are screwed up minimally at worst' how much of an adult are you?"
  • "Okay but like, if vampires aren't real, then explain Pluto."

anonymous asked:

gallavich prompt: can you do something where one of them has an accident and forgets who the other is? :)

// ok I’ve given this my best shot…it’s a total standalone, full on oneshot, completely unrelated to my gallavich queer club universe (but trust me there is lots more of that coming!) enjoy //

‘Im sorry Mr Gallagher but he has amnesia.’

Ian sighed. 'But he’s going to remember? It’ll come back?’

'We can’t know anything for certain. I don’t want to promise something that may not happen. You’re free to visit him now, though. He’s awake.’

So Ian walked slowly down the corridor, breathing in the harsh chemical smell of the hospital. He just wanted to get to the room and see Mickey, yet he walked slower than ever. He knew that every step he took was a step closer to discovering something terrible.

'Can I come in?’, he called, knocking on the door. The man in the bed frowned at him, confused.

'I think you have the wrong room, man,’ he said, shrugging blankly.

Ian’s heart almost stopped. 'Mickey. It’s me. It’s Ian’, he whispered, shocked.

Mickey’s eyes widened. 'How the fuck do you know my name?’, he said, his tone suspicious and body inching away from Ian in caution, who had now entered the room.

Ian couldn’t believe what he was hearing. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I have loved you for just shy of eight years.’

'I’m not a fucking fag,’ Mickey spat aggressively, but his eyes were fearful.

'You’ve got to be kidding me,’ Ian muttered incredulously. Mickey had reverted back to how he was before coming out. Before even knowing Ian. He walked up close to Mickey and got up close, the words falling slowly but piercingly out of his mouth. 'I don’t know what year you think you’re in, but back in 2014, you came out. You practically screamed it. Your dad beat the shit out of us, but we won. We went home and showered together and we didn’t fuck that night. We kissed with our broken faces and just lay side by side all night. Toe to toe, head to head. I held you. I kissed away your tears. And then, Mickey, then you rested your ear over my chest and you fell asleep listening to my heartbeat.’ Mickey was staring at him, paralysed. Ian wondered if he’d gone too far, but he didn’t stop. 'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because I can’t count the number of times I’ve fucking screamed out your name each time you coaxed my body into an orgasm…which you reciprocated nicely, might I add. Usually I top. But liking what you like don’t make you a bitch, isn’t that right?’

'I don’t know who the fuck you think you are but you need to shut your fucking mouth,’ Mickey practically whimpered. Then Ian calmed down a little. He realised that this wasn’t Mickey’s fault. So he spoke softly and less aggressively.

'I know your name, Mickey Milkovich, because six months ago, we got married. In the park here in Chicago. Our sisters were bridesmaids. Your brothers didn’t show up. But mine became yours. Lip was my best man. Kev was yours. And Yev was ring bearer. Your son - our son.’ Mickey was speechless. 'He’s almost five. And these are the rings he carried down the aisle to us,’ Ian said, holding up his hand to show the thick, plain silver band snug on his fourth finger. Then he tentatively reached out to run his thumb over Mickey’s identical ring. Mickey instinctively snatched his hand away like Ian’s touch burned him. 'In your vows, you told me that you loved me beyond any and all things. And you told me again later, when it was just us, because I still couldn’t believe it. It felt like a dream. Because I love you too, Mickey. So, so much,’ Ian told him, tears in his eyes, desperate. He clasped Mickey’s hand now and held on, his husband’s hand, the hand he knew better than his own, as he cried silently.

Mickey stared at their hands, fingering the ring on his finger, frowning. 'I don’t know where to even begin…they told me I had some amnesia but…how could I forget so much? There’s just, years and years missing. Years with you, apparently. You don’t seem like the sort of guy I could forget’, he whispered.

Ian raised his eyebrows. 'Was that - are you flirting?’ he almost laughed.

Mickey looked away awkwardly. 'Look, I know I’m gay. I’ve always known. I never kiss guys. Don’t want them to get attached…well. I don’t want to get attached to them, honestly.’

'You kiss me plenty. All of that playing-it-straight crap went to shit after a couple years with me.’

'Am I really married? To you?’ Ian reached for his wallet.

'I’ll bring more pictures from home, tomorrow - but I always have this one with me. This is us. Last May.’ Ian showed him the little rectangular picture.

'We look good,’ Mickey remarked, but the two men in tuxes with matching grins looked like strangers to him. There was a pause. 'Do I really have a kid?’

'Yes. He’s here,’ Ian said, flipping the pockets of the wallet over and revealing a photo from a year or so ago, of Yev sat on the couch at Ian and Mickey’s place. 'Yevgeny. We all call him Yev.’

'What kind of a -’


'Why?’ Ian considered how to answer. 'Who’s his mother?’

Ian sighed. 'It’s a long story. I’ll tell you another day.’ Mickey didn’t persist.

'How did we meet?’

Ian smiled. 'It was 2011. We were still living out our teenage years, though yours were nearly over. You thought I’d - hurt your sister and you just burst into the shop where I used to work, screaming out my name. Wouldn’t be the last time you did that…anyway. We didn’t really meet until I came to your place one morning. We started out fighting, pretty hard, but then you pinned me down and - I just remember our eyes locked and we just stared at each other, and we just knew. And then we were just doing it. Fucking in your twin bed. I was fifteen. Shit.’ He sighed. 'We kept hooking up in secret. Always rushing through the sex. Terrified of getting discovered. That was more you than me, but still. We didn’t even kiss for, like, two years. Not that I didn’t try. But we used to flirt shamelessly. That was more me than you. You were nothing like anyone I’d ever known. I didn’t think you could exist. But you did. Eventually you seemed to just accept that you wanted me and you weren’t going to deny yourself pleasure anymore. It was literally destroying you, Mick.’


Ian had gone to get them both coffee. On the walk back, he reflected. It was still unbelievable. And unfair. But when hadn’t things been with them? He didn’t know how he could tell Mickey everything. Svetlana. Terry. His bipolar. The accident. How could everything about them have been wiped clean out of his head?

As he returned, he was broken out of these thoughts by Mickey’s voice ringing down the corridor. He was…singing? Ian listened.

'And I don’t want the world to see me, cos I don’t think that they’d understand’, Mickey sang, scratchy but pure.

Ian stood in the doorway, frozen. Mickey noticed. 'Are you ok?’, he asked.

'Mick…why were you singing that song?’, he asked in a choked whisper.

Mickey shrugged. 'I don’t actually know. I seem to remember it from somewhere. And it’s - it’s nice. I guess,’ he said, puzzled. 'Why?’

Ian stepped inside the room slowly. 'That was the song we danced to at our wedding. It’s our song, it’s our fucking song’, he said, then sang the next line, voice shaking, 'when everything’s made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.’

They didn’t say anything. They just stared at each other, both searching for things that the other didn’t know how to give.

Mickey slowly slipped off the ring and held it. 'So I can remember our wedding song but not the wedding’, he murmured bitterly.

Ian noticed Mickey’s eyes fill with tears. He knew him well enough to know that any second he would begin crying. He walked over and held Mickey, not caring if the gesture was too sudden - if his husband was crying, he was going to comfort him. Sure enough, Mickey gave a loud sob, then tears fell down his face as he began to cry. Ian absentmindedly stroked his neck, planted little kisses in his hair; it was second nature. 'Sorry,’ he said after a moment, worrying Mickey would react adversely to the affection.

Mickey shook his head. 'It’s fine. It’s - nice. That’s not it.’

'Then what?’

'It’s just…I want to remember it, all of it. Not only for my sake but for yours too, this isn’t fair to either of us’, Mickey sobbed.

Ian nodded. 'I know. I know’, he said, feeling tears sting his own eyes. After everything they’d been out through, this just felt like the sickest, most fucked up twist of fate.

Mickey slowly turned and looked at Ian. He had somehow ended up curled against Ian’s chest, a familiar position. They were so close; Ian could feel his breath on his neck and it took all the strength he had not to kiss Mickey. It was too soon, it was too soon, he kept telling himself.

But then Mickey reached up, slowly, tracing the outline of Ian’s face. Tentative at first, then coming to cradle Ian’s face in his palm. Mickey’s eyes fell to his lips.

'Oh fuck,’ Ian murmured, and gave in. He kissed him hard, and then Mickey returned the kiss, deepened it. Ian’s hands ran through Mickey’s hair and they really tasted each other. Ian couldn’t get enough of him, no matter how familiar he was. That was the beauty of it.

'Your kiss. I’ve had it before’, Mickey said breathlessly.

Ian smiled. 'My lips are clearly a pretty unforgettable experience’, he smiled through his tears. Mickey laughed.


Mickey had fallen asleep in his arms and Ian had stayed, holding him. It reminded him of old times, before the accident. They lay together on the bed, Ian breathing in the same old smell. The blood and the hospital couldn’t erase it; it was, unmistakably, home.

'Ian? Are you awake?’, he whispered.

Ian looked down at his husband. 'Yeah. I’m here.’

'I just want to say. I’m - I’m sorry. You don’t deserve this. I can’t imagine how hard it must be’, he said.

'It’s not your fault’, Ian began, but Mickey cut across -

'regardless. I’m sorry. And when the doctor sees me tomorrow, I’m going to find out how I can beat this thing - if I can. If I can’t, well…’, he trailed off, unsure what would happen.

'Then we’ll work through it. I vowed to take you in sickness and in health’, Ian reminded him. 'God knows you’ve done that for me. Look, I love you, Mickey. I will always love you. And I know you’ve forgotten how to love me, but I’ll remind you. I want you to remember, to feel it all again’, he whispered, kissing his neck.

Mickey smiled. 'Thank you, firecrotch,’ he muttered as his eyes closed, drifting back into sleep.

Ian’s heart jolted and he closed his eyes, grinning, as more tears came. 'You’re on your way back, aren’t you,’ he whispered, kissing Mickey’s forehead gently. He didn’t think his old nickname had ever made him cry before.

But that was their relationship. Expect the unexpected. Always.

// the end! PLEASE keep sending me prompts, I gotta write every day this month! //

Thoughts while being drum major:
  • You're in the wrong drill
  • Trumpets...wtf
  • aww this is my last first show
  • oohh look at the flutes gleaming in the stadium lights
  • What the fuck are you doing
  • ugh my costume is making me sweat from all of the layers
  • are we missing a bass drummer or is bass 3 just really bad at playing on their beats
  • fuck my gloves are falling off
  • Is that supposed to be a visual
  • ugh I'm freezing my costume needs more layers
  • 1&2&3&4& 1--2 1-2-3-4-5-6
  • oohhhh listen to those quads so nice so nice
  • aww this is my last homeshow
  • Left foot on odd counts, right foot on even, c'mon this is basics
  • *Stare down with the drum captain during the drum break*
  • It's supposed to be an echelon not a squiggle
  • shit there's a judge watching me
  • damn pit I can't hear anything over you
  • Low brass...STOP SLOWING DOWN
  • *salutes* nailed it
  • aww this is my last championships *leaves field sobbing*
  • shit we still have the pep rally and Thanksgiving Day performances
  • I'm sure we'll do better next year...oh wait
If you're looking for a sign, this is it....

Friendly reminder that it’s ok to be straight. It’s ok to be gay. It’s ok to be lesbian. It’s ok to be queer. It’s ok to be bisexual. It’s ok to be pansexual. It’s ok to be transgender. It’s ok to not know right now what your sexuality/gender is. It’s ok to be poly sexual. It’s ok to be asexual. It’s ok to be agender/bigender/cisgender/etc. It’s ok to be skinny. It’s ok to be curvy. It’s ok to be heavier. It’s ok to be caucasian/african/asian/european/etc. It’s ok to be girly/feminine. It’s ok to be masculine/manly. It’s ok to be goth. It’s ok to wear pink(Or any color of your liking). It’s ok to try new things out. It’s ok to take all the time you need to heal. It’s not a sin to have a mental illness. It’s ok to be different from everyone else. It’s ok that you use books/TV shows/fictional characters/music/etc to escape reality. It’s ok to listen to more than one genre of music, or just a specific genre. It’s ok to have imaginary friends(I still have them, to be honest). It’s ok to ask for help. It’s ok to cut toxic people out of your life. It’s ok to be yourself. It’s ok to love having sex. It’s ok to not like having sex. It’s ok for you to take the time to take care of yourself (relax, do what you have to do to take care of you mental, physical, and emotional health). It’s ok to have a religion. It’s ok to be atheist/agnostic. It’s ok to be in fandoms. It’s ok if you want children. It’s ok if you don’t want children(It doesn’t make you any less of a human). It’s ok to make mistakes, I never meet a perfect person. It’s ok to wear whatever the hell you want, after all, it is YOUR body, and ONLY yours. It’s ok to be a vegan/vegetarian. It’s ok for you to wear makeup, or no makeup, again it’s YOUR body, and ONLY your body. Do whatever you want to with it. Just make sure your healthy. Be yourself. And it’s ok not to have everything figured out right now. Follow your dreams/heart. A dream is never too silly to do. Go out and do what you love. But, it’s NOT ok to be an/a asshole, dickhead, inconsiderate, insensitive, racist, homophobic, sexist, thinking having a mental illness is a sin, thinking someone can’t have a different religion/opinion than you, thinking it’s ok to rape, thinking that being goth is being satanic and evil, thinking being girly is wrong, thinking it’s wrong to listen to a specific genre of music, invalid someone’s opinions/experiences/etc, and so on. If your ANY/thinking of the last nasty negative things, PLEASE leave and unfollow me. Thank you.

P.S. If you would like for someone to talk to, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE inbox me.

Blue October Lyric Sentence Meme
  • "It's gone wrong again."
  • "I'm stronger than you."
  • "Why can't we work when we both try?"
  • "Will you think of me in time?"
  • "Can you hear me at all?"
  • "Cause if I believe in you, will you believe in me? "
  • "I gave up on the past cause it's unforgiving."
  • "I'll give you everything my life amounts to."
  • "Replace my heart, 'cause I'm convinced mine broke the day I let us end."
  • "I have to fix this on my own."
  • "I'm finally happy."
  • "I think I'll lie a bit."
  • "I won't cry over anything at all."
  • "You're not the one with all the problems."
  • "I bet you're waiting for a long sob story of how I was mistreated again."
  • "You broke my thunder."
  • "How do you tell an angel that you don't believe in God?"
  • "I wish I knew how to keep the promises I made you."
  • "I only want you to see my favorite part of me."
  • "I want to fall in love with you."
  • "I haven't met another you since you were with me."
  • "There's no forgiveness for you! You sick fuck!"
  • "I can't believe you actually picked me."
  • "Will you help me through?"
  • "I lack the beauty you display."
  • "I'm sorry for the way I treated you."
  • "Can you show me how to treat someone? I don't recall ever learning how."
  • "Give me strength to be kind..."
  • "I'm on your side, if you fail at least you tried."
  • "I want you to come closer.."
  • "So have I found your secret weak spot, baby?"
  • "Can you pretend I'm amazing? Instead of what we both know?"
  • "You make me smile."
  • "Who cares if no one else believes?"
  • "Sometimes it feels just like I'm falling in the ocean."
  • "Would you meet me?"
  • "Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you."
  • "Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you."
  • "You seemed as happy as you'd ever been."
  • "Go away."
  • "Oh, should I listen for a dress size?"
  • "But I'm happy that you're happy."
  • "This is no longer about me!"
  • "And now you're pulling out the best of me..."
  • "I never knew you till you left me with the crying disease."
  • "I'm admitting I'm wrong."
  • "We may be some sort of crazy."
  • "But you're my everlasting friend."
  • "You taught me how to live at last."
  • "Will you be coming home?"
  • "I'm so yours for the taking."
  • "And I wish you'd stay.."
  • "I need support, not a slap in the face."
  • "You got one life, live it, 'cause they'll take it away."
  • "So which one of us will wage war?"
  • "I know that God exists. I held her in my arms."
  • "Take me off your worry list, it'll be better that way."
  • "I'm just sick of calling your bluff."
  • "I fought the world and I lost that bout."
  • "And remember I love you the same and I'll strangle you're pain."
  • "I want to belong...to someone..."
  • "Maybe life's not for everyone..."
The Hunchback of Notre Dame Sentence Meme
  • "Up there high, high in the bell tower, lives the mysterious bell ringer."
  • "It is a tale, a tale of a man and a monster."
  • "Bring these gypsy vermin to the Palace of Justice."
  • "This is an unholy demon. I'm sending it back to Hell where it belongs."
  • "Well if I picked a day to fly, oh, this would be it."
  • "Go on! Nobody wants to be cooped up here forever!"
  • "Pour the wine and cut the cheese."
  • "If 20 years of listening to you two hasn't made him sick by now, nothing will."
  • "Take it from an old spectator. Life's not a spectator sport. If watchings all you're gonna do, then you're gonna watch your life go by without you."
  • "Better to beg forgiveness than to ask permission."
  • "Thieves and hustlers and the dregs of humankind, all mixed together in a shallow, drunken stupor."
  • "Ease up. Wait between lashes. Otherwise, the older sting will dull him to the new."
  • "I was summoned from the way to capture fortune tellers and palm readers?"
  • "Look at that disgusting display."
  • "You mistreat this poor boy the same way you mistreat my people. You speak of justice, yet you are cruel to those most in need of your help."
  • "Are you always this charming or am I just lucky?"
  • "Candle light, privacy, music. Can't think of a better place for hand-to-hand combat."
  • "You think you've outwitted me but I am a patient man, and gypsies don't do well inside stone walls."
  • "I was just imagining a rope around that beautiful neck."
  • "Such a clever witch. So typical of your kind, to twist the truth to cloud the mind with unholy thoughts."
  • "You can't right all the wrongs in this world by yourself."
  • "If I could do this, you wouldn't find me dancing in the street for coins."
  • "I bet the king himself doesn't have a view like this! I could stay up here forever."
  • "When you wear this woven band, you hold the city in your hand."
  • "Our home is always open to the weary traveler. Have mercy, my lord."
  • "With all due respect, sir, I was not trained to murder the innocent."
  • "The sentence for insubordination is death. Such a pity- you threw away a promising career."
  • "If you have to burn the city to the ground, so be it."
  • "Knights in shining armor certainly aren't her type."
  • "You'll hide here until you're strong enough to move."
  • "You're either the single bravest soldier I've ever seen, or the craziest."
  • "Why is it, whenever we meet, I end up bleeding?"
  • "What chance could a poor, misshapen child like you have against her heathen treachery?"
  • "You stand upon the brink of the abyss. Yet even now, it is not too late."
  • "I can save you from the flames of this world, and the next."
  • "It was my duty, horrible as it was. I hope you can forgive me."
  • "All my life you have told me the world is a dark, cruel place. But now I see that the only thing dark and cruel about it is people like you!"
  • "He shall smite the wicked and plunge them into the fiery pit."

anonymous asked:

I don't mean this in a rude/degrading way at all, but don't you feel like you're on a different level than cabbage? Not in terms of salary, but you're a doctor: you're educated. How do you get along so well with someone who (correct me if I'm wrong) works in a job where you don't really go to school/need to be intellectual? I've always felt that my partner would have to be intellectually similar to me, so I'm just curious!

Listen to me, and take this to heart, because that attitude is extremely detrimental and probably comes from a place of privilege.

Occupation does not necessarily correlate to intellect. Plus, there are different types of intellect. None of them are superior to any other, they are all different and necessary.

The Cabbage is incredibly smart and smarter than me about a lot of things- he can install a ceiling fan and fix a car or lawnmower, he can bike and rock climb and skateboard and snowboard, he is self taught musician and has been in a couple local bands that got to do cool things.

More important than mere book smarts, the Cabbage is patient, he is funny, he is hardworking, he is compassionate, he is gentle, he is fearless, he is wholeheartedly dedicated to his family and friends- and that’s just scratching the surface.

Just because he doesn’t know the minutiae of the coagulation cascade or how to formulate a differential diagnosis for shortness of breath doesn’t mean he isn’t smart or that we don’t have things to talk about. There is far more to human intelligence than degrees, don’t you doubt that for a second.

Personal thoughts and experiences with the signs.
  • Aries: eating fancy dinner and discussing politics.
  • Taurus: Hearing a wolf howl while watching the full moon omg we got so scared.
  • Gemini: Just talking to you makes me feel better.
  • Cancer: helping your drunk ass home after a night out.
  • Leo: You have really good grades but damn you're so slow irl but i fucking love you.
  • Virgo: We have so much in common and its so easy to talk to you.
  • Libra: you're so chill omg but I'm too scared to interact with you i feel so annoying.
  • Scorpio: You watch too much anime but we are all to scared to tell you.
  • Sagittarius: Baking cake listening to gangster music dancing and laughing til we can't breathe.
  • Capricorn: Talking shit about people at school while drinking soda out of whine glasses.
  • Aquarius: Discussing tv series and bands no one else knows about.
  • Pisces: Im too scared to talk to you and you never talk to me but you talk to everyone else wHAT AM I DOING WRONG
  • Ashton: His arms wrap tightly around you the second you walk into the room with tears in your eyes. It doesn't matter to him that you came in during a writing session with some of his heroes. Your his and you're upset. You bury your head in his chest and his arms wrap around you in an attempt to block out the rest of the world. He rests his chin on your forehead as you cry into his chest. He doesn't ask questions. He knows you just need him right now. "I've got you," he mumbles, somehow squeezing you tighter into his chest. Your hands fist into his t-shirt as you cry. Ashton drops a kiss to your hair before resting his chin on your head again, attempting to completely surround you with him. One of his hands starts to rub smooth circles on your back. He doesn't shush you or tell you it's all going to be okay. Right now you're upset and he lets you be upset. When you finally calm down enough to stop sobbing into his chest, he lifts his head and says, "You boys can finish this one without me today, okay? I've got somewhere else I need to be." That somewhere else is with you. He takes you back to his hotel and you tell him everything through more tears. That night, you fall asleep in his clothes, wrapped up in his arms. He never once tells you to pull yourself together. He's there for you, which is exactly what you need.
  • Calum: Interrupting rehearsal wasn't something you had never done before. When Calum sees you in the doorway of their rehearsal room, he immediately cuts the song short and puts down his bass. He comes over and takes your face in his large hands. He sees the tears stains down your cheeks and frowns. "Hey, hey, what's wrong? Talk to me," he says. You shake your head in response. He sighs and says, "Babe, I can't fix it if you don't tell me what it is. Don't shut me out right now." You mumble, "I shouldn't have come here. I'm interrupting-" Calum cuts you off, "Don't you dare apologize for coming to me when you're upset. You're my girlfriend. I'm supposed to fix this kind of stuff. Now, tell me what happened." You're shaking and the tears start to fall again as you tell Calum why you're so upset. The second you stop talking, he presses a deep, long kiss to your lips, his hands still cupping your face to keep you close to him. "Boys, I'm skipping out," he tells the guys when he pulls away from you. He starts to get yelled at by his manager, but Calum cuts him off by saying, "My girlfriends needs me right now. You can manage for a day without me." He drops his hands from your face to slide his fingers between yours. He spends the day distracting you with stupid faces and cheesy love confessions, which is exactly what you need.
  • Luke: You nervously knock on Luke's front door, your body already shaking with sobs you're trying to hold back. You know he's having dinner with his family, his family who has never met you to boot, but you need Luke right now. His mom opens the door and you quickly say, "Can I speak to Luke, please?" She starts to ask you who you are, but Luke hears you from the dinning room and comes up behind her. Luke breathes out your name when he sees you obviously upset. You slide past him mom and wrap your arms around him, burying your face in his chest. He strokes your hair softly and says to his mom, "Yes, this is the girl I told you about. Can we have a little time alone right now?" His mother mumbles that she'll be in the dinning room before she leaves. "What happened?" Luke says, releasing you so you look up at him. You start rambling about all the little things that are adding up and how you can't cope with everything right now. "Hey, it's okay," Luke tells you. "No, it's not," you mutter through your sobs. "I'm being a stupid girl who can't handle her own stuff. I'm dumping it all on you and we've only been together for a month, so you have to think I'm clingy and stupid-" Luke's jaw clenches before he speaks, "Don't put yourself down like that, ever. It pisses me off. No one gets to speak to you like that, least of all you. Okay? What do you need from me, baby? I'm not really that good at this kind of thing, so tell me what to do and I'll do it."
  • Michael: Reading through your mentions on Twitter wasn't something you did very often because you knew what some of the fans thought of you. For some stupid reason, you decided to ignore your cardinal rule for the day and read some of them. You immediately regretted it, seeing hate comment after hate comment. Your hands are shaking as you dial Michael's number. "Hey, baby," he says. His familiar voice is warm and comforting. "Michael," you choke out, "I didn't listen to you. I read through my mentions and-" He cuts you off by saying, "What did they say to you? Everything that isn't positive is a lie, baby. Are you okay? Do you need me to come home for a few days? I have a show tomorrow, but then the boys and I have four days off. I can come home." You smile as your crying begins to lesson thanks to his sweet words. "No, I'll be okay. I just needed to talk to you," you tell him. "I wish I was home with you," he sighs. "I also wish I didn't have to go right now, but I have some interviews. I'll call you after, okay? I promise." You let him go back to work, instantly feeling worse when you stop hearing his voice. You pull yourself together enough to take a shower. When you get out, your check your phone. You find that Michael posted a picture of the two of you on the band's Instagram with a long tagline: This is my beautiful, funny, smart, amazing girlfriend. She called me crying an hour ago because of some of the terrible things all of you have said about her. Stop hurting her. She's everything to me whether you like it or not and I love her. So go apologize. She's wonderful. You'll love her as soon as you talk to her. I promise :)
New interview [full transcription]
  • Jesse: Hellooo.
  • Amy: Hi, Jesse!
  • Jesse: How are you?
  • Amy: I'm good, how you doing?
  • Jesse: I am so excited to talk to you! Did you hear that the fans in Dallas have gone [mental] [if someone knows what the exact word is, please let us know!]
  • Amy: Oh [laughs] that's awesome!
  • Jesse: And a major shoutout to your biggest fan in Dallas, Tyler Bennet who alerted me to the announcement.
  • Amy: Aaww thanks for telling me that. I mean, we really do have incredible fans, it's been like one of the things that makes it so fun, you know? I mean, it's fun to get up on stage and perform but having people all over the world that, like, really care and, like, get it and you know it's just music, we're not changing the world but it feels really good, it feels like we're doing something that means something to people and, man, it just means that much more to you, you know?
  • Jesse: Well, the last time we saw Evanescence in DFW was for Edge Fest 2012, I interviewed you backstage in a bunny suit?
  • Amy: [laughs] Yeah, I remember.
  • Jesse: It seems like after that show you all kind of... just went quietly away. Talk a little bit about what you've been through this past few years.
  • Amy: Oh my lord, it's flown by! Err - Well, the biggest thing in my life, to be totally honest, at the moment is my SON, which I had in the meantime. He's turning one tomorrow. So... [chuckles]
  • Jesse: OH MY GOSH, baby Jack! He is the cutest thing I've ever - I just want to eat him up!
  • Amy: Oh my lord, he is sooo cute! Okay but he has four little teeth now and they're razor sharp and every time I pick him up he gives me this big hug and just chomps on my shoulder [laughs] and it huurts so bad. He's awesome, he's doing well, he's just started to walk and say all kind of crazy words in I don't know what language. But he's really cute and we're really excited about him, it's been a really great experience I can't really describe, it's been an amazing experience from day one since [chuckles]. Just a lot of love, a lot of new inspiration and feelings, you know? There's a whole transformation that takes place that's just your mind and your body and your heart, everything just feels like "WOW I didn't know I was capable of all this stuff", you know? I didn't know I was capable of feeling so many feelings and that my body was capable of doing so many things [chuckles] And now, it's cool because I guess I thought, to a certain degree, "okay one day, I'm gonna grow up and have kids and stop all this crazy rock'n roll business and I'm gonna just focus on being a mom and - I do! I wanna be a mom, like I wanna be great at that, I wanna be the best I can possibly be, but I feel [??], and inspired and empowered and excited about life. Like, I don't want to retire, like I guess maybe as a kid I thought that's how I would feel. I feel really cool, it's funny 'cause I'm doing more, like, in a day that I have done in a long time. Like everyday it's BOOM you're up, you're going first thing, you know? [chuckles]. And I'm taking care of him but also, it's a gym, I lost 21 pounds! Genuinely, it's really, really hard [laughs]
  • Jesse: Do you feel like Superwoman? 'Cause my best friend had a baby and...
  • Amy: ARGH!
  • Jesse: Once it sank in and once she found her groove she just... I'm like "Who are you and can I have some of this?"
  • Amy: I'm going - I'm not kidding, it's like "I'm READY TO GO"
  • Jesse: [laughs]
  • Amy: You definitely feel like you're - err - operating like at highest capacity a lot of time. Which is like, actually makes you feel really good. Like - I don't know, sometimes, when I'm not doing anything, nothing productive, I start to feel pressed, like "Man I need to work but I don't wanna work", I just feel like lame. But now, you know, it's him, working for him, that's a motivator and you sort of wanna be awesome for the sake of that person you love so much. And I'm working on myself and getting excited and getting ready for the end of the year and the shows and knowing that we have, you know, these fans who care and are excited about it, just - It's awesome! Like, I wanna be a mom and a rock star and all those things all at once, it's incredible! If you can, absolutely [laughs]
  • Jesse: I'm glad that you brought that up because it's kind of an interesting prompting, this interview at this juncture of your life and your career, because it kind of mirrors that of your dad, in a small way, doesn't it? Wasn't he in a band when you were born?
  • Amy: Oh, yeah err - yes. My dad, you know, ran away to California with my mom to, you know, be a rock star and get a record deal and - my dad's a great musician, he plays a lot of instruments and has a beautiful voice - But you know, due to the all L.A, you know playing gigs and bar things and early eighties, I mean late seventies-early eighties... Well, then he found out my mom was pregnant with me and I guess when I was born and stuff he was like "Man, this is not the life that I want for my kid, we're gonna go back to Florida, I'm gonna get a radio-station job and like, do that." He's, you know, made a career, a wonderful career at the radio and voice work.
  • Jesse: Has he offered you any words of wisdom, any guidance on how to kind of navigate this new path you're on?
  • Amy: Ouh, I don't... I need to talk to him more... He just called me before I called you. I mean, he said "Hey I got the best of both worlds 'cause I don't have to really do it. I just came home and had my family and then you grew up to be a rock star so I can just live my career through you" [chuckles]
  • Jesse: Back in April you guys announced that you'd be performing for the first time in three years at Ozzfest, in Japan, where's there a catalyst for this particular decision?
  • Amy: You know, I - everyone still out there, we're gonna do something really cool, not super often, this is a special thing but I was just at a point, like when I heard about it, I was like "November? I think I will be back by then", like I feel like I can get my body back and like he will be seventeen months older or something, and gosh if I really wanna do this, like I'm feeling like in my head, like be everything at once, and I don't know, like I rather just do it. Take him with me, and just start now, not wait, you know and it's just a cool thing to have people go "hey come to Japan" you know, and rock out. I mean, it's more complicated than that but then again, it's not, like we'll do all the work to have things taken care of and just fun stuff but like... We get to go to Japan, like I mean, just in general, it's an opportunity to go to Japan. Like so many people are just like "it's a lot of money and it's a big - like why would you go, where would you go, I don't even know", like, we'll go do that, I want that for him, so... We're taking the family [laughs] I'm gonna have my baby on a really, really, really long flight and I apologize in advance to everyone on the plane, I am gonna do everything I can to try to get him to shut up and go to sleep. I can't... No guarantees [laughs].
  • Jesse: The shows now, this week you announced the shows that - three stage sideshows - I think you're kicking it off in Nashville and then you're coming to Dallas...
  • Amy: Yup!
  • Jesse: ... And Los Angeles. By the way, on behalf of all the Dallas fans, thank yoouuu. Where's there a particular reason what we got so lucky?
  • Amy: Oh, yeah. I wanted to head that direction because it's the shorter flight, again about like the baby on plane [laughs].
  • Jesse: Baby high five for Jack! Awesome!
  • Amy: It's like, I mean we could have done New-York but I was like "yeah I need to go the other way, just make it eleven as opposed to fourteen hours" I tried to be in between rock and baby but that's really hard. So, yeah we rehearse in Nashville, it's like a hook for the band. We live all over the country and it's like a central location where we have been rehearsing for the past years. So, we'll get to get there and practice and make sense of the show right there. And Nashville's great for that, anything you need, anything that goes wrong, they've got it covered.
  • Jesse: And is it the same lineup, you, Terry, Tim, Will and Troy?
  • Amy: Yup, it's gonna be rad, the guys are really excited err - just talking to them a lot this week, we're just starting to put together like ideas about set lists and maybe who's gonna open. We don't know that stuff yet.
  • Jesse: On behalf of all the Dallas fans, HOT DAMN GIRL, that's fantastic!
  • Amy: [laughs]
  • Jesse: That's fantastic, I'm so thrilled.
  • Amy: Hopefully this is the beginning of more, more shows to come in the future.
  • Jesse: You just answered my question [laughs].
  • Amy: Yeah, I thought I might! You know, once we do like a set and I feel like "We got this" then it's a lot easier to go "cool" and like accept opportunities and like it's always a good time for this, there's stuff going on that we'll be looking for next summer, for potential ideas.
  • Jesse: Now the biggest question that I've got from fans on Twitter when I found out that I was going to interview you and it was the tweet that you recently posted about going through old files, older recordings, new dreams and I think, you starting the fire again. What is the potential for a new Evanescence album?
  • Amy: Actually, err - I haven't been working on new material for Evanescence. I've been working on new material on my own. Err - so right now, I just went through like a lot of studio - well, I have a studio in my house, I did like that record last year that was like old school music and I do little things there but now that I'm getting there again... I wanted for a long time to flex some different muscles and make music that's - I don't know, I always wanted to make music that's completely true to myself and I love Evanescence I'm stoked to go back on tour and play music with Evanescence. But honestly, lot of musics I listen to these days are very different from that and I collected, it's a big mix. It's fun for me to be something else a little bit, so actually like the first thing is I have been - just for fun - going out there and playing with weird cover songs (chuckles)
  • Jesse: What are you covering?
  • Amy: And I - I don't wanna tell you yet!
  • Jesse: Teaaase!
  • Amy: I'm gonna record them, I'm gonna finish them out and then I'm gonna release them online pretty soon, just like kind of one at a time.
  • Jesse: I love the work that you did on War Story, I think one of the songs from Aftermath just got an Independent Spirit Award but could you talk a little bit about the other project you've been working on, called Indigo Grey. That looks really amazing!
  • Amy: Yeah, I hope it is! I - I think it really is, those guys are so talented. They're, here in New-York, these guys that came out of like Riverdance, where they grew up and just wanna do something creative and unique and edgy and different. So that's like Irish step mixed with like hip-hop and they do a lot of stuff with cool live music. It's kinda hard to explain, because they're just artists, kind of all over the place. They wear like gas masks and do weird dances, it's really cool. So they're putting together like a kickstarter and they're doing like a live experience thing that I'm - I'm still trying to understand, it's like drones and it's interactive somehow, like the audience takes part on what happens, sounds crazy but it's awesome. I don't know exactly when that is gonna be but also, in the meantime, they're doing like these little short films and the first one that they've done is really cool, you know, and we sort of scored it, Dave Edgar and I. So we did the music, a all bunch of it, and then there's actually a cool song-song like by me that I did in my studio. It's not like a song with a bunch of vocals, it's definitely more like rhymes and music but err - that's me making my music so...
  • Jesse: Yeah, yeah, the video in the kickstarter thing was really amazing so I, I really wanted to make a point to ask about that. I can't wait to see how that progresses. The last time they updated it was like June 16, so I keep waiting for more updates.
  • Amy: I know, they're just still, we're just talking about "okay, which day are we gonna release it" I'm keeping on touch but I'm not really sure.
  • Jesse: Amy, thank you so much for taking the time to call in. I know, the pre-sell for the Evanescence shows started yesterday but general public sale are gonna be on Saturday, I predict an immediate sell-out. Happy early birthday to Jack and congratulations to you and your family.
  • Amy: I'm so grateful for that, thank you!
  • Jesse: See you November 15!
  • Amy: Alright, we'll see you soon, it's gonna rock!

anonymous asked:

First off you're extremely beautiful! And second, I know you're busy but today is my birthday and it's been a really shitty one so I was wondering if you could write something about me and ash or Mikey that has to do with celebrating your birthday idk just something really happy and cute and fluffy to cheer me up :((

aw so just imagine that they’d actually legitimately forgotten it was your birthday because like, touring and the band can be so hectic and it’s just so easy to not even know what month it is let alone what day or date. But you would’ve thought that ash, your boyfriend, at least would have remember it was your bday. And especially because you were on tour with them but they’d booked off the day just to have a ‘day off’ so, I mean, naturally you assumed they chose that day for a break bc it was your birthday. 

But nooooo. The day came and everything was literally normal af. Like, Ashton was being his normal self and he just kissed you on the shoulder when you both woke up in the morning and he put his arm slung around your waist while you were eating breakfast. But nothing at all was said about your birthday. And it’s not that you actually expected anything, but just a nice ‘happy birthday’ would’ve been cool. And, like, the whole band would come out and start going about their daily stuff. And Michael, your bestie, would just go straight to his video games and you’d be just sitting there a bit like wtf. 

And Ashton would notice something wasn’t quite right and half way through the day he would be like, ‘everything alright, baby?’ and you were so tempted to just ask if he knew what the date was but you were like nah bc that would be awkward. So you’d leave it and brush it off. 

And then by the end of the day you would basically forget it was even your birthday because everyone else had seemed to dismiss it, so why shouldn’t you. And it would get to nighttime and you’d be lying down watching a movie with everyone all snuggled up lazily on one bed, and you would get a phone call from your mum. SO you’d just pick it up automatically and omg her voice would just screech through the phone like ‘hapPY BIRTHDAY sweetiee I HOPE ASHTON HAS BEEN TREATING YOU WELL TODAY IM SORRY I CANT BE THERE BUT WE SENT YOU A CARD IN THE MAIL AND HOPEFULLY IT’LL GET THEIR SOON YOUR BIRTHDYA IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT DAY BLABLABLABLA' 

and you’d be like fk fk omg wat and you’d rush to try and turn the volume down but everyone had already heard and everyone would turn to look at you and omg you never would’ve seen so many pale ghostly people looking in your direction and you’d just think it was the awkwardest thing ever and you’d fumble around to turn off the damn phone to shut your stupid mum up, and then when you did it would just be like … dead.. silence.. 

and you’d sorta just turn to your left and look at Ashton and he would just be sitting there with his mouth open gaping at you and taking really really slow and deep breaths. And you’d just feel so bad that he was clearly feeling so bad and you’d start to talk like, 'ash…’ but he’d be in a state where his eyes were literally being clouded by tears and he’d just get straight up off of the bed and like storm the fuck out of that room

and obv you’d instantly go to follow, but Michael would grab your arm and pull you back to fall like half on top of him, and he’d be like, 'jesus, fuck Y/N, I am, literally, so, fucking, sorry, about this, oh my god.’ And you’d shake your head like, 'no, michael, it’s fine, don’t even worry about it seriously.’ but UGH HE’D JUST LOOK LIKE A PUPPY WITH SAD EYES AND LIKE SWEARING NONSTOP AND LUKE And calum would be awkwardly scratching the back of their necks and mumbling apologies and shit and you’d just be like aahhh stfu tbh and you’d grab michael’s shoulder and make eye contact with all three of them and you’d say, ‘don’t worry. I’m not offended, but I’m worried about Ashton.’ 

SO you’d run out and immediately be on the hunt for your sad man but as soon as you walked out the door, he would slam straight into you because he was already heading on his way in to come back and apologise to you and omg you’d just stand there looking at each other and then he’d take a massive hugh gulp of air and be like, 'baby, I had absolutely no fucking idea that it was your birthday and I never ever felt so guilty in my entire life-’ and you’d go to interrupt but he’d shoosh you and keep going like, ‘no honestly babe, I am in the wrong here, don’t you dare try to defend me. But I am going to make this up to you okay? I promise.’ 

And awwww you’d be smiling and you’d just dive in for a hug and then in no time you’d be full on stand-up cuddling and it would be cute

so then anyway, you’d sorta just have to listen to him hating on himself for the rest of the night, but then the nEXT DAY EVERYTHING WOULD BE AMAZING, LIKE, YOU’D WAKE UP TO THE SMELL OF BREAKFAST BC HE WOULD’VE COOKED YOU UP SOMETHING AMAZING AND HE’D BRING IT INTO BED AND peck your forehead and he’d be like trying to be funny like, 'what’s the point in celebrating your birthday on your actual birthday when you could celebrate your bday plus one because you’ve officially survived one day of that age!’ and all day he’d be making you laugh and you would go out for lunch to some cute cafe and Ashton would be super touchy the entire day, like his hand would constantly he on your thigh

and michael would be totally into the ‘celebrating a day late’ thing and he would’ve gone out in the morning to buy you flowers and chocolates and essentially you’d just get so fkn spoilt

but then at night when you were going to sleep again, you’d be in ashton’s arms and he would just be getting all sentimental like, 'honey, I owe you so much for loving me even when I screw up the most important day in the world.’ and you’d sigh, 'it’s hardly the most important day ash,’ but he’d disagree like, 'well, actually, Princess, if you hadn’t have been born, then you wouldn’t be with me right now and then there would be no way in hell that I would be half as happy or have half the reason I have to live now.’

  • Ashton: "Do you want to, you know, get out of here? Go back to my place? Have a little fun?" The voice whispering in your ear is harsh and emotionless compared to the way he talks to you. You turn your head to tell him he's going home alone before you feel large, warm hands on your waist, pulling you away from the stranger. Your back hits his familiar chest and you instantly feel safe. "Hey, mate, mind not hitting on my girlfriend?" Ashton asks casually. "Like she's actually your girlfriend," the guy scoffs. "If she is, she's slumming it." Ashton barks out a laugh at the guy and says, "At least she can guarantee I'm not going to give her an STD. Get lost, man." The guy shakes his head and wanders off, probably going to look for another girl to con into a terrible night. Ashton's arms wrap tightly around your waist, bringing your body flush against his. He presses a soft kiss to your neck, making you smile. "What an asshole," Ashton mutters softly against your neck. "You're jealous," you sing softly. "So what if I am? I mean, like, he tried to take my girlfriend from me. I knew it wouldn't work because you're so damn faithful, but you're still mine and he doesn't have a right to talk to you like that," Ashton replies, placing soft kisses on your neck and jaw in between his words. "You're my girlfriend and no one else gets to take you home but me. Speaking of which, let's go home, babe. This dress looks so good on you, but it probably looks better on my floor. And I'm allowed to say that to you because I'm your boyfriend, not that prick. So, let's go."
  • Calum: You cover your mouth as you laugh at the terrible joke your friend just made. He shakes his head and says, "You shouldn't cover your mouth when you laugh. You've got a great laugh and a really beautiful smile." You can't help it. Your cheeks flush a dark red and you end up staring at the scuffs on your shoes. You tuck your hair nervously behind your hair before you mumble out a thank you. Your friend didn't mean it in a flirty way. He knows you are happily taken, but what he said elicits the same reaction from you as if he had. When your friend disappears to go refill his drink, Calum appears in his place with a frown on his face. "What did he say to you?" Calum's word come out before you can even ask him if he's enjoying the party. "Excuse me?" you reply. "What did he say to you that made you blush?" Calum asks firmly. "Um, he said I shouldn't cover my mouth when I laugh because I have a nice laugh and smile. Why?" Your eyebrows furrow as you reply to him. Calum's jaw clenches and his hand tightens into a fist. "Oh, come on, Cal. He was just being a nice guy," you sigh. "He knows I'm taken. Every person in this room knows I'm taken." Calum doesn't listen to you. He reaches out and takes one of your hands in his, leading you toward the back corner of the party he and the rest of the band have claimed for the evening. Calum's spot on the couch hasn't been filled in his brief absence, so he slides back in next to Michael and gives your hand a swift tug. With a roll of your eyes, you sit down on his lap. He lays his arm across your thighs, keeping you locked in place. You would never get him to admit he was jealous. He is far too proud for that. But you know he was, so you let him have this one and just smile a little to yourself for the rest of the night.
  • Luke: You're listening to Jack tell another embarrassing story about Luke from their childhood. When the punchline comes, you throw your head back laughing while his brothers' chuckle to themselves. You're about to launch into the story of how you and Luke met when you feel Luke's hands rest on your shoulders. He drops his lips to your ear and whispers, "Can I talk to you for a minute?" You nod and he kisses your head quickly, just long enough that his brothers both try to take the piss out of him for being cheesy. He takes one of your hands in his, threading your fingers together, before leading you inside, away from all of his family. Luke drops your hand in order to lean back on the kitchen counter. His hands grip the edge tightly. You raise your eyebrows, his cue to speak. "This might sound stupid, but, um, you've been ignoring me all day. Did I do something wrong?" His voice is shaky and hesitant. His eyes dance from object to object in his kitchen, never finding yours. "Of course not," you tell him, stepping forward to wrap your arms around his waist. "I'm not ignoring you, Luke." He sighs and wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you tightly to his chest before mumbling, "Just seems like it. You've been talking to everyone else but me." That's when you know what's going on. "You're jealous that everyone else is getting all of my attention today," you say. "Not jealous," Luke cuts in quickly, far too quickly in fact, making you giggle. He groans and tries to bury his face in your neck. "I'm sorry. I just really missed you when I was on tour and- I'm sorry," he mumbles against your neck. You squeeze him tightly and run a hand softly through his hair. "It's okay, baby," you tell him. "How about I'm yours for the rest of today?" You feel him smile against your neck as he says, "I'd like that. I'd really like that."
  • Michael: You lean your head on Calum shoulder and curl up against his side, pulling the sleeves of Michael's flannel down over your hands. "Cold?" Calum asks you and you nod in reply. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and brings you tighter against his chest, warming you up instantly. You feel yourself starting to fall asleep against Calum. "Stealing my girlfriend today?" You open your eyes to see Michael standing in the kitchen of the tour bus, looking at you snuggled up against Calum. "She was cold," Calum shrugs, keeping his arm around you, "and she's a good cuddler." Michael nods and says, "I know. She's my girlfriend." Calum looks over at him and says, "Dude, she cuddles with all of us all the time. Get over it." Michael scoffs before grabbing a drink from the fridge and heading back to the back room to continue playing video games. You sigh, before pulling yourself away from Calum and standing. You open the door to the back room and hesitantly call Michael's name. "Yeah?" he sighs, pausing his game to turn to look at you. "Cuddle?" you ask with the kindest smile you can manage. He rolls his eyes, but opens his arms to you anyway. You situate yourself between his legs. His arms wrap around you to pick up the controller to start playing again. "You know I love you, right?" you say hesitantly. "Yeah, I know," he replies. "It's just, I don't know, you've been hanging out with the band more than me this tour and I miss you." You lean back and turn your head to kiss his jaw. "I'm sorry, babe. And you're cute when you're jealous by the way," you tell him. "You know what? Fuck you," he curses before kissing the top of your head. "I wasn't jealous. I just missed you." You roll your eyes and let this one go.
  • A/N: An anon requested this a very long time ago. Here it is.

anonymous asked:

This isn't hate, but please stop saying you're a goth. You're not. Sorry, but it's a music based subculture and just because you look the part doesn't mean you are. You're just different, and there's nothing wrong with that but you must stop incorrectly labelling yourself. But if you want to become an actual goth, listen to bands like Bauhaus, The Cure, Depeche Mode, Joy Division, The Sisters Of Mercy and stuff like that. Sorry but it just gets annoying when people incorrectly label themselves.

Hi! Thank you for your message but I don’t really care.

I’ve actually never said I was a goth. I use that label because it is easier to explain my style to other people instead of naming everything that influenced it (Cybergoth, rockabilly, etc…). If you read my blog description it says: “This blog is all about my "weird style”. Not goth, not cyber… Just “weird”.

I disagree with you though. Goth isn’t listening to certain bands or listening to a certain music type. Actual goth people disagree with you: “a Goth is someone who finds beauty in things others consider dark. They love all that is dark and mysterious. (…) Goths don’t always wear black and don’t all listen to the same bands. (Taken from: http://www.whatisgoth.com) If you ask gothic people from tumblr or forums, they will give you the same answer. You are just one of those people who need to have labels everywhere and hate "posers”!

Anyways, thank you for sharing how “labelling” myself as a goth annoys you but I won’t stop doing it just because of an anon. Have a Nice day!