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For the following request: “Could you please do a blurb where harry and the reader get into an argument?” 

This one is rather long, and angsty… Hope you all enjoy :) x

“What do you mean you can’t come? We’re in the bridal party, Harry..” you trail off meekly, staring at him with wide eyes over the top of your laptop.

He’s leaning against the doorway of your shared room with his arms crossed against the chest of the white t shirt he has on, tattooed arms glowing in the light of the sunset that’s streaming through the parted curtains, “Christ, love.. I kno’. But there’s nothin’ I can do… yeh kno’ I’d be there if I could.”

You blink at him in disbelief over your screen before you lower it to a close, sitting up on the bed and curling your legs towards you as you set the computer aside. You’re at a loss for words and the silence in between you two is deafening. He’s talking about missing your sister’s wedding this weekend, a wedding that has been planned months in advance.

“Say somethin,” he commands with a rasping voice, causing you to look up at him from your shocked reviere.

“Can’t you talk to Jeff? Harry everyone’s expecting us…” you try again with a weak voice, tilting your head at him. All your extended relatives were excited to meet Harry, but most especially your grandparents.

He sighs deeply and pushes off the doorway, making his way towards you and sitting on the bed next to you. He covers your knee with a hand, giving it a loving squeeze as he looks you carefully in the eye, “Tried, my love. S’just something ‘ve got t’do. S’fo m’job innit?”

His last statement makes the dropping sense of disappointment in your stomach pause for a moment.  He has a point. In all your time with Harry, you hadn’t often resented his career. It was a lot to handle, yes. From the hate, to the never ending flashes of cameras, to the overwhelming feeling of him being gone time and time again. His career was something he worked so hard for  and he made you so proud.  He handled as much as he personally could with charm and a careful heart, and even if you weren’t dating him- you know you’d admire him. Especially with his upcoming album, one that he’s worked so tirelessly for, one that you had convinced him was golden time and time again, you know this last minute nuisance of a event is crucial. And although the overwhelming part of you wants to throw a fit, you know you won’t.

His eyes are sincere and his brows are furrowed as he watches every inch of your face closely. You can tell he feels guilty, and you shake your head boldly before clearing your throat, “Y-yeah You’re right. It’s okay, Harry.”

Harry sighs with relief, giving you a boyish grin before he leans forward and presses a puckering kiss to your cheek in appreciation, “S’my girl. Knew yeh would understand fo’ me.”

That had been 4 days ago, and you thought you would understand. Because you had time and time again, but now, sitting with your hair pinned up in two dozen different places and aching feet to accompany your sour mood- you think otherwise. It had been a succession of events that had led you to feeling so… damn sorry for yourself. From your cousin having to step in to accompany you in the bridal festivities, to answering the question of Harry’s whereabouts from countless relatives, to Harry not even sending you a text throughout the day, and to now- watching the couples of all types dancing away: daddy/daughter, bride and groom, old aunts and uncles, and your parents. You feel completely alone in a room full of people, and slightly humiliated too.

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Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1100

Warnings: None

AN: Requested by @charliebradbury1104:  Do you already have your 15 request? If by chance you don’t I’d like to make one. Dean x reader where he totally falls in love with everything about her. However, he’s afraid to tell her how he feels. So she has to tell him she loves him first.

I tried writing this more from Dean’s POV than the reader’s for a change. Hope you like it! Thank you to @jalove-wecallhimdean for being the awesome beta she is!

Originally posted by canonspngifs

I’m not sure when it first happened really. It almost seemed to happen overnight. It hit me like a freight train, and it stole my breath and made my heart feel as if it might literally explode inside of my chest. She hadn’t been doing anything out of the ordinary, really. Just research for a case that we had been on at the time. I think it was a kitsune case. Anyway, I’m getting off track here.

She had been sitting with us at the table in this awful motel room somewhere in Oklahoma. We had probably been at it for five or six hours and I remember my brain feeling like it might fall right out of my head if I had to read another word. Just a quick glance up was all it took. She had her hair pulled up into this messy knot on the top of her head, only a pencil holding it in place. Her button up shirt had been thrown aimlessly in the room at some point, leaving her in this worn out black tank top. She had a pen between her teeth, her lips wrapped around it and brow scrunched in deep concentration while her eyes moved quickly across the pages in front of her. That’s when it hit me. That one little glance had turned into a full on stare, my heart began to beat so fast and my palms became sweaty like some teenage boy trying desperately to control his hormones.

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the signs

aries: they are SO quick and funny, you want to be around them all the time. also get attached easily, when they like you they will check up on you 24/7. major flirts, and they’re good at it. the loudest laughs but the sweetest lovers. pretend they don’t care about the future and are smarter than they let on.

taurus: usually materialistic and family-oriented, taurus is the biggest worrier. really wise with words and are natural with almost all people. they get jealous super easily and will let you know about it. 

gemini: quirky & fun. they are the best at making friends and are proud of what they’re into. social, but not a flirt and is good at hiding feelings of those they dislike. generally chilled people, intellectual and spiritual thinkers. 

cancer: sweeetest hearts, they care about everyone and everything. they like time by their selves often and aren’t very vocal but get irritated when no one is paying them attention. good with words and think outside the box. natural teachers and nurses.

leo: generally creative and has lots of interests. usually can’t make up their mind and either won’t shut up about what they love or refuse to talk about it. loyal and hard-working with things they care about. moody but it makes them attractive. they smell terrific. 

virgo: cares about the world - they will speak up about things they think matter. however they are shy and stick with only a few of what they define as real friends. grounded & precise, virgo can be skeptical but sweet. major organised.

libra: the flirts, they are super social and super fun. intelligent but very lazy, they have potential but often fall down because they’d rather watch a film or browse the internet. they make you feel at home. flexible & forgiving.

scorpio: suuuuuper dramatic but genuine people, are always honest. enjoy all aspects of life - the academic and the artistic. they complain a lot but are sensitive and give the right advice.

sagittarius: the explorers, just want to spend their lives going places. positive and peaceful - they are clingy but optimistic. they like being in big groups but aren’t natural leaders. super awkward but witty.

capricorn: they are always right, no joke. hates being left out and wants to be at the top. they are sarcastic but naturally good sense of humour, they do work hard but only at what they love - everything else is irrelevant. 

aquarius: literally has 47387438 different friend groups and is still so mysterious. the one you wish you knew everything about. they’re sooo chilled and a little rebellious. they’ll let people walk all over them and forgive them because there’s more important things.

pisces: complete sweethearts. protective and giving, they are lovely but don’t say how they feel. they keep everything in. they focus on their goals and ambitions whilst always thinking about someone they want. gifted & trustworthy.

badboy!Calum is confused about his feelings for goodgirl!Reader

masterlist // ask

Calum Hood didn’t fall in love. He just didn’t. Of course, I mean, he likes to fuck around with girls but he never, and would never love them. It was something he made sure of because somewhere in his mind he had this fixed mindset that he didn’t need it and didn’t want something like that.

That’s why when he saw you his heart raced a little faster and he didn’t understand. He would walk up next to you and talk to you even though his reputation as a bad boy didn’t fit with talking to one of the smartest girl in school. He didn’t understand why he blushed when you laughed at his stupid jokes or why you even offered your notes to him when he needed them.

He also didn’t understand why he was so protective of you either.

“Y/n. Damn dude, I’d smash.” Ashton looked towards where you were standing, holding a megaphone and cheering on the ASB event that was currently going on. From where they were sitting on the empty tables, Calum looked up and noticed you, smiling and laughing at the pies that were being thrown at teachers for a fundraiser.

“Definitely, man.” Luke smirks, “but she’s way too goodie goodie for me.”

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Calum mumbles, looking down and picking at his shoes irritably.

“Oh, sorry I forgot, mate. You’re in love with her.” Ash teases, rubbing Cal’s hair tauntingly. Cal signs, shaking his head.

“I’m not in love with her. She’s just- Just don’t talk to her about that.” He mumbles.

“Like what, Cal? How good she’d look under me?” Luke smirks, knowing he was riling Calum up.

“Or how sexy she’d be screaming out my name?” Michael laughs.

“Say something like that again and I’ll break your nose.” Calum growls, turning and glaring at the boy with the colored hair.

The boys all snicker slightly as Cal rolls his eyes.

“Shut up.” He mumbles.

“Mate if you like her just go ask her out.” Michael says shoving him towards the courtyard.

“Hell no. You guys know my rule.” Calum says but his mind urged him to follow his friends advice.

“The rule was you weren’t gonna fall in love. After these couple weeks, mate, I think you’re in love.” Luke points out and Calum glances at them before looking down and sighing.

He really didn’t know. His mind conflicted ideas of dating and a relationship when a thought came across his mind. Did she even like him the way he liked her?

These very thoughts were the main reason Calum didn’t fall in love. He’d much rather go back to not worrying about stupid little things and his feelings, but yet, he couldn’t help himself thinking about her 24/7.

How did a tough bad boy come to this? He needed to get her out of his head.

He tried to avoid her, he really did. But when she always seemed to make time to come and say hello, it became hard.

He ignored her like they’d never met and she eventually stopped coming up to him. He told himself he didn’t care, hoping that he’d follow his own advice.

For the next couple weeks, he’d succeeded. She was probably the last thing on his mind and she ignored him, but all of that changed on the Monday of the fourth week.

“Dude, I got fuckin’ wasted, man.” Michael laughs, leaning on his locker for support and fixing his sunglasses, “I woke up in some chick’s room and had the worst hangover yet.”

Calum, who also had sunglasses on, blinked a few times before looking back at him.

“What?” He asked and the boys erupted in a fit of laughter.

“No one got as wasted as you, mate.” Ash exclaims, “I think you’re still woozy.”

Calum wasn’t his best no, but that wasn’t the reason he didn’t hear anything Michael said. Down the hall, Y/n was talking to Dylan, a star football player and someone Calum personally did not like.

He was cocky, treated girls like trash and overall not a great football player. Well, compared to Calum.

He tried hard to listen in on their conversation.

“…and I was wondering if you’d like to go with me.” Dylan speaks, smirking.

“Uh, “ Y/n starts, pushing books into her locker and grabbing things out, “I don’t know, it’s a school night and there’s a quiz in History tomorrow.” She replies and Calum chuckles. Of course, Y/n would say something like that.

“The quiz is easy, you’ll pass it.” Dylan coaxes, “But tonight is an important night, sweetheart.” Calum became irritated when he called her that, “The football team is celebrating and I want you there.”

“I guess,” She thinks aloud and Calum finally turns, ignoring what his friends were saying and makes his way down the hall, coming in between them.

“Sorry mate, but she can’t come with you.” Calum growls, standing front of him. He was very intimidating, but with the dark glasses he looked even more intimidating.

Apparently, Calum Hood obviously telling him to get lost wasn’t enough to scare the jock.

“I believe it’s her decision, Hood.” He replies. Calum chuckles lightly before slamming him into the wall of lockers.

He didn’t know why he cared so much now, but something raged inside him as an asshole tried to steal his girl. His girl? Honestly, he didn’t even care at this moment.

“You must be pretty damn tough to say something like that to me. I haven’t been myself lately, but that doesn’t mean I lose respect, got it?” Calum growls, muttering things Y/n only heard rumors about.

“Calum, get off. Stop!” Y/n says, pushing in between them. He lets go of the boy pinned to the lockers eventually, but when he sees the scared look on Y/n’s face he realized this was a part of him she hadn’t seen yet, and wasn’t thinking about how she would take it.

He turns hesitantly, finding his way out of the hallway.


“I’m gonna go for the drinks.” Ash tells Calum, pushing his way through the drunken crowd.

He looked around. He was here to clear his head. He needed to have fun and let loose, and maybe not think about the look on her face for once today.

He saw no sight of Y/n, which he thought as good.

Ashton handed him the drink and he downed it.

“I know you’re thinking about her.” Ash says, “And honestly, you’re idiotic to be losing a girl like that. But if you really want to get her off your mind, then Alicia told me trying to get with you tonight. Easy.”

“I’ll think about it.” Calum tells him and he disappears through the crowd. He looks towards Alicia and her friends and checks her out, his mind already drifting from Y/n.

Suddenly, the crowd’s voice lowered and whispers erupted around him. He turns to find what was going on when he saw her standing in the doorway, a hand wrapped around her waist.

People stared at him, wondering if the guy around her wasn’t going to be at school tomorrow, but he sighed, looking at her one last time, before turning and making his way to where Alicia was.

When Y/n saw him, she immediately made her way towards him.

“What the hell was that this morning?” She shoved him, when he ignored her.

“Nothing,Y/n, leave me alone.” He tells her, drawing his attention towards the girls in front of him.

“It wasn’t nothing! I’d never seen you-“ “Well, I’m sorry Y/n, but the person you thought you knew wasn’t real.” He growled at her.

“That’s bull, Hood.” She says.

“I’m not fighting with you.” Calum mumbles.

“Well you should! You don’t talk to me for weeks and then suddenly you’re making my decisions? Calum, if you don’t care, then you don’t care. I get that, but you can push your way into my life when you feel like it?”

“You think I don’t care?” He questions. She stares at him and he stares at her for a good 5 seconds.

“Come on.” He growls, pulling her hand. “I’m not fighting with you out here.”

He leads her into one of the boys bedrooms.

“What the hell, Calum? You can’t just push a guy into the lockers like that and-“ “I’m sorry.” He says, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“What?” She asks.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I just- I was confused. I thought that if I stayed far enough away from you I could lose you, and I didn’t want anyone else to be with you and-“

“Cal, what are you saying?” She asks.

“Y/n, I’m in love with you. Love the way you would rather stay in class to finish a book and freak out about bands and the way you hung out with me even though I was an asshole the first couple weeks.” He laughs. “I’m so in love with you that I was scared, and God, you’re probably gonna laugh in my face and-“He doesn’t get to finish as Y/n presses her lips against his. It takes him by surprise and he doesn’t know what to do at first. He lays his hands on her waist and kisses back before she pulls away.

“You’re such an idiot for not telling me.” She scoffs.

“Yeah I can see that now.” He smirks, “But there’s one thing I need to ask you.” He starts, “Do you want to be my girlfriend?”

“Of course I do, Cal.” She smiles, and for once with her, Calum could see straight.

masterlist // ask

except for this, he would collapse. [listen]

01. stay in the dark - the band perry
02. the pantaloon - twenty one pilots
03. sowing season - brand new
04. i’m a disaster - ghost town
05. inferno (feat. lizzy plapinger) - sir sly
06. shoot it out - 10 years
07. trapdoor - twenty one pilots
08. he is the same - jon bellion
09. snakes - bastille
10. everybody’s watching me (uh oh) - the neighbourhood
11. submarines (pendulum remix) - dj fresh
12. a miracle - chevelle

happy birthday to my lovely @puzzlecube, here’s a mix of her angsty mess of an oc that we both love and cherish together and I hope that others can enjoy this mix to learn a little more insight about her lovable oc tenebrae!













A N D S H E ‘ S S O H A P P Y

crossing the bridge

i’ve got a story you aren’t ready for yet we can pretend it’s about two other people until then two ordinary people with the same vernacular same flavor of ramen same cuss words same hands two people who met twice the last good decision the last good chance i haven’t closed my eyes before 5am in the last couple days and they say you can’t have the time back but what if i don’t want it what if it was spent just the way it was supposed to be salted caramel ice cream pizza in the passenger seat on your lap cheap motel in luray the sun blows its brains out for us below sea level at the very edge trying desperately to make sense of this and its importance the sequel is entitled sorry i made fun of you one too many times that night but i wanted you to know i wanted to touch the insides of your palms and sometimes it’s the only way i know how and this way if you don’t feel the same it’s easily played off i can play off anything i have been checking your eyes i had the most beautiful idea i drew up blueprints in my head about it it was beautiful just beautiful the precision of body function and muscle movement like i was born to brush the hair from out of your eyes while you’re wrapping your lips around the last cigarette and i think sweethearts are important like driving through fields of impossible flowers and the milk crate on the plywood floor and sitting next to you sitting next to you thinking about my place and if it’s here in one exacting motion to watch someone’s got to take down this paramount account the tale in which you laugh into my shoulder my whole head is a sweet tooth my whole body a soft spot for you the chorus goes something like almost called you babe on accident almost ruined something unquantifiable a tattoo of would you do me a kindness a borrowed shirt a mountain called misery ridge a trip in a winnebago dragging a hatchet covered in blood wandering through the graveyard casting resurrection spells the sound track is 80’s synth and we are on a couch with a vampire a faux pas do you remember walking to the end of the street to investigate the light and sacrificing anything just don’t talk about me in the past tense who were you looking at the other night i hope someday you say you were looking at me i could tell you forever about changing batteries and getting shot on camera it’s the same thing honestly the only outcome where you cradle my body like i’m coming home like i’ve been coming home forever you want details i have graffiti that echoes into the future i know a girl who hemorrhages light i’m just telling you what it’s like every time i’m about to tell you that i just want to cook for you in uneven light and watch the days batteries run out as long as you’re there wherever there is is where i wanna be i’m afraid of the physics behind facial expressions do you want to see the way the crystals form in my body they form just like pearls it’s just like that it happened when i swallowed the siren and the whole damn song when i receive emails when i breathe mort noir gutter magic changing my name to whatever the barista writes on my cup i’m talking to you about starvation i’m talking to you about pressing up against the glass about correlating responses about the word belong and how i have no comment on the matter drug dealer nicknames if there was ever a way to convince you that the grass is greener if there was ever a way to trace the coastline of your chin with a single finger in the middle of september whispering from every corner of the room not that i care if you’re concerned or anything the television full of commercials my heart full of mud i am full of static and i just have one question one single question and you don’t have to answer it now not yet because we are still pretending we are not yet ready and never will be but i have been practicing your name just in case


The Librarians and the Horns of a Dilemma | (Part I) ( Part II )


iris in every episode 
1.01: city of heroes

There is nothing that I want more than for you to meet the right person that totally loves and adores you for the amazing guy that you are.

Important news!

Hi sweethearts! I have some very exciting news I want to share with you all! I just found out tonight, and I’m happy to announce…….I’m pregnant! That’s right! I may still be in college, but I’m only a day pregnant (cause I wasn’t yesterday) and college is ending in about a month. So, after I’m finally down with college, I’ll be starting a family with my Husband, and I’ll be the happiest woman in the universe! Thank you everyone for your support and feel free (if you want) to send me some congrats on my pregnancy. My family is coming. My parents may have past, but I’ll have another family to love and care for. Thank you everyone once again.

PS. Congrats are always welcome! 😊

-Sasha (a future Mother of a Son or Daughter)


Peter Capaldi & Glasses: 2009-2012

Unless I’m missing something really obvious (or something in a missing project), there was a big gap in Peter’s glasses wearing roles after 1999, so the next appearance wasn’t for another ten years.

(as requested by janescoot59.  There is an earlier version of this from v.1 of my blog, but reposting allows me to update the gifs as well as the text.)

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anonymous asked:

lol @ that answer to the fanfiction anon. fanfiction writers really ain't that important sweetheart. don't compare your mediocre (in)ability to type on a screen to artists, who put hours of effort into their work.

You know, as i was reading this ask for the first time, I thought you were just rude. But no, this doesn’t stop at merely being rude. You’re fucking ignorant and I don’t think you have any concept as to writing fanfiction works. The “ don’t compare your mediocre (in)ability to type on a screen to artists, who put hours of effort into their work.” is what sealed that mindset for me.

First of all: writing fanfiction is not “typing words on a screen”. We’re not writing fucking essays or typing up a resume. It’s a form of storytelling. Being a good author means being able to tell a story, to take your interpretations about characters and their experiences and insert these characters into your own universe - a universe that may be completely different from what they’re from. Fanfiction writers have to possess such an in-depth understanding of characters that they can literally dismantle them and say “____ is how this character would be different if this canon event had never happened to them!”

That in itself makes fanfiction writers of any length worth of your fucking respect but it doesn’t stop there.

Let me just for a moment bring up one of my own fanfictions. Broken Down World. 56k words, 11 chapters and it’s not even close to being finished, updated on average twice a month, been writing it since November of 2015. Six months of my life I’ve spent writing this fanfiction, writing at least three days a week, every week, for the last six months.

Don’t you dare say that writers put no time into their work. If anything, writers put more time into their work than artsits do. And you know what? We don’t get fucking shit for it. 

My posts bitching out pissy anons get more notes than my fanfiction does. 

I have 62 reviews on for that six months of effort.

I don’t get notes screaming at me for bring angst into the life of the reader (or if I do, it’s very rare). In fact, some (lmao most) people fucking refuse to reblog fanfiction because you don’t get the AWWWW ITS SO PRETTY! instant reaction art does. Likes doesn’t do shit for a fanfiction writer.

I can’t even fucking ask for money for what I do, because apparently that’s copyright infringement while making money off of fanart of copyrighted characters isn’t. 

I have spent six months of my life writing something for free, something that I can never financially gain anything from, completely on my free time, 100% because I like to put my work out there and give to a fandom through the goodness of my heart.

Writing fanfiction is the most unrewarding contribution you can possibly give a fandom, but people still do it, despite people like you existing. 

And finally: “ fanfiction writers really ain’t that important sweetheart.”

Fanart is great and i have the utmost respect for artists, who do indeed put blood sweat and tears into their craft, but fanart can’t fill the niche in fandom culture fanfiction does. Besides webcomics (which are also a form of writing lmfao) don’t give you hours upon hours of novel-length material about your fandom to read over the course of days and weeks, and that’s a fact.

Fandoms would be a boring, dull place without fanfiction authors. Maybe you should stop taking them for granted because without them, you’d be fucked.