it took me like days to finish this holy shit

Oh man, the first three seasons were out when i started watching and i it took me 2 days to finish them, and you know, i love them so much, but watching this 4th season now like i am, clip by clip, text by text, its something else, holy shit, you feel the heartbreak of the character you love and you have to wait for the daily updates, it’s different, its like you’re imersed in the character’s feelings, it’s so fucking intense!

Also, i wanna thank the AMAZING people who translate it for us non-Norwegians and share it, it means so much, thank you! (Takk 💜)

✨Squad Goals Episode 7: Once Upon A Time✨

New Jersey, 2011, Justin

She has that granny grey hair going on and unlike the rest of my fans she’s clothed in a long black cutout jumpsuit a drastic change from the tiny shorts and bra ensembles that I’d seen all night. It’s refreshing, classy, even. But, also unlike my fans she’s on her cellphone, texting away as if she isn’t in the middle of thousands of screaming girls and as if I’m not reaching my hand out to her. She gives me a quick, confident smile, before turning back to her phone and my hand is yanked by a twelve year old with an old purple Belieber shirt. I sing to the twelve year old, and after  a few verses, she’s sobbing and yanking on her pigtails.

My routine is far from finished but I don’t want the grey haired girl out of my sight so I stay as close as I can to the crowd and for a moment I stare at her and as if she can feel my gaze she stares right back and even raises a perfectly arched eyebrow.

“How’s it going New Jersey?” I boom into the microphone and the arena erupts into frantic, girlish screams and even a few enthusiastic manly yells. Grey haired girl claps distractedly and my ego takes a major blow.

“As you guys know I just released Believe,” the screams are deafening and I’m thankful for the fan’s enthusiasm as well as my earplugs.  

“But tonight I want to choose one of you to sing an acoustic song of your choice from the album” I glance off stage and see the concert manager with a ‘what the hell are you doing?’ Look and I send him a wink. I’ve got you grey haired girl, I think in triumph but she’s back on her phone. I pretend to scope out the whole venue pointing at sections to see who can scream the loudest but finally I get onto my knees and lean forward into the pit and with the help of some security guards I walk towards grey.

The commotion I caused startles her and she finally puts away her damn phone as the girl next to her punches her in the arm repeatedly once I gesture at her to come here. ‘Me?’ She mouths and I nod with a smile that thankfully, she returns. I reach for her hand and she takes it and I grow more and more thankful for my security detail because without it grey would’ve been torn to pieces.

“What’s your name?” I ask her as I sit on one of the two wooden stools that had been placed on the stage and she takes a seat on the one opposite of me crossing her legs expertly her posture impossibly great. She leans into my microphone and the moment her voice echoes across the arena I’m sure that I’ve fallen in love,

“Rhiannon St. John” she says and her voice is the cutest thing to have ever graced my ears. The crowd realizes it too and a series of ‘awws’ falls over the crowd.

“Hi, I’m Justin,” I tell her and I’m freaking out because my palms are sweaty as fuck just looking at her under the stage lights she looks like a goddess. She grins brightly and fluffs her grey hair

“Justin…?” She asks and that gets a laugh from myself and the audience I speak into the microphone once more just to humor her,

“Bieber” and she laughs and I’m 99.9 percent sure that this is the future mother of my children. I pick up my guitar and she looks at me with a childlike eagerness,

“what song do you want me to sing for you?” I ask her and the fans begin to shout out different songs and plead with her to choose wisely. Rhiannon taps her chin and reaches for my guitar,

“may I?” She asks and I hand it over. The body of the guitar is so much bigger than her so she struggles a bit to position her hands just right but when she does the loud, crisp, chords of Take you are played. I’m not sure who’s more impressed me or the crowd.

“You wanna sing with me?” She asks and I’m a little shell shocked at this grey haired- at Rhiannon, her name is Rhiannon I remember and then I’m obsessing over those three syllables again. I nod and she laughs and the sound caresses my ears and for a moment I can’t hear the thunderous chatter of the audience.

“Yeah. Hell yeah I wanna sing with you” I say and I motion for one of the stage hands to come over,

“can I have another guitar? She took mine!” Rhiannon smiles and sticks out her tongue. Once I get my guitar she begins to strum again and I join in our chords creating the perfect symphony. The stage hand had also brought out another mic and placed it in front of her.

“Do you know the lyrics?” I expect her to say something snarky but instead she opens her mouth and the stadium damn near goes silent when her voice flows through the mic

“this isn’t your first rodeo is it?” I ask over the strum of our guitars she shakes her head never missing a chord,

“I thought you were from Canada not Texas” she says and that cracks me the fuck up.

“Baby, señorita, ma chérie, please be my little lady, my little lady” I sing and I can tell it that moment that she’s starting to feel me almost as much as I’m feeling her because her pretty hazel eyes darken considerably and she leans closer so we can finish the song.

California, 2016, Justin

“What’s on your mind baby?” Rhiannon asks from my bed she’s sitting criss cross with a guitar in her lap beneath the guitar she’s in a lacy pink lingerie set. I slip on a wife beater and sit on the edge of the bed careful not to mess up her open song journal and pen that she’s been twiddling with all morning.

“Just thinking about how I first met you,” I tell her because it was probably one of the best days of my goddamn life.

“You are a hopeless romantic JB” she says and her eyes light up before she scribbles something into her journal I reach for it sneakily but she hits my hand

“uh uh uh” she tuts and pulls the journal closer to her

“I wanna see what you’re working on Nonnie please?”  She bites her lip in the way that drives me insane and shakes her head teasingly I can only sigh and fall back against my pillows.

New York City , 2012, Justin

“You look nervous JB what’s good?” My buddy Chaz asks as he continuously beats up my player on the playstation. I shake my head and try to redeem my high score but I’ve already fallen too far. The game ends with me as the loser and Chaz high fiving Ryan like he’s won a damn Heisman.

“Uh, I gotta go,” I say after a quick look at my watch Chaz and Ryan look at me like I’m a crazy person but I ignore them and pull on my hoodie.

“You want us to come with?” Chaz asks and I shake my head and try not to seem overly eager.

“Yeah I’m fucking starving dude” Ryan adds and I hold up my hands

“ get room service and put it on my tab alright? I’m out” I ignore their protests and leave shooting a text to Kenny to let him know that they should send out my decoy. I walk about five doors down from my room and knock five times.

“Password?” My favorite voice answers with a hint of a smile and I whisper it to her with a dumbass grin,

“Take you” and with a few click the door opens slowly and Rhiannon St. John is standing there. Her hair is brown now as when I’d seen her a few months before it had been a pastel shade of lavender.

“Won’t you come in sir?” She asks and pulls me into the hotel room by the collar of my hoodie. Once the door is locked and shut behind me she jumps onto me and wraps her legs around my waist.

“I missed you so much” she whispers placing a lingering kiss on my cheek. I take a moment and inhale the smell of her hair, a faint mix of vanilla and lemon verbena. Rhiannon had won the tickets to my 2011 concert off of some radio show and she’d taken her cousin as a birthday surprise. But after she and I sang together on stage we really connected and now we met up every few months to hang out .

“So I took your advice,” she says leading me to her open laptop where a paused video of her singing and strumming a guitar sits, she presses play and I notice the view count on the video.

“Holy shit 8 million views in-” she grins up at me

“ in three days” she finishes pointing at the likes that far outnumber the dislikes.

“I’ve gotten emails from so many label heads but I wanted to show you because this is new to me and I-” during her rant I had become focused on how pretty and soft her lips look in the velvety shade of red she had dressed them in. So I decide to kiss her, and though taken by surprise, she kisses back eagerly.

“I have a question” I say seriously her eyes are still closed and her lips are still puckered but she nods,

“would you maybe consider being my girlfriend? It’s one hell of a struggle but I think you’ve got what it takes” she opens her eyes in shock

“I’m going to be Justin Bieber’s girlfriend?” She asks with a grin and I’m so shocked by her words that when she kisses me I forget to move my lips.

“That’s a yes?” I ask stupidly and she nods before engaging me in another kiss,

“it’s a hell yes.”

California, 2016, Justin

“ You would be shocked at how many people still think I’m a ‘gold digging whore after your money’” Rhiannon tells me scrolling through her twitter feed with an incredulous smile.

“Wait you aren’t with him for his money?” Kylie asks from her seat with a raised brow and I flick her injured leg that’s propped upon a coffee table. We’d come over to Rhiannon’s house so she could change clothes but Kylie had somehow conned us into staying the night because Kendall, and Gigi were jetting off for some gig and A$ap was preparing for his tour.

“I’m just saying if it ain’t his money what is it?” Kylie probes flinching when I threaten to move her leg again.

“That dick” Rhiannon says nonchalantly pointing at my crotch I’m pretty sure I hear the cameraman choke on laughter but we ignore it and Rhiannon continues scrolling through her feed while  I smile at Kylie’s look of disgust. I throw Kylie a wink and she pretends to vomit. I get up and to a little grind and Kylie covers her face with a throw pillow.

“I changed my mind you two go to his place and do the nasty shit you usually do and I’ll be fine here by myself” I glance at her and give a too sweet smile,

“ aw don’t worry Ky. We’ll still do nasty shit here too!” She throws the pillow at my face but I catch it.

“Too slow Jenner”

“kill me.” Rhiannon sighs and places her phone on the table, eyeing Kylie and I before running a hand through her hair.

“To answer your question Kylie, I’m with Justin for that dick, and because I love this idiot and we’ve been through alot together.”  I grin like an idiot

California, 2013, Justin

Scooter loves Rhiannon. He can’t get enough of her and before this day is done she’ll officially be managed by him and signed to our label.

“So are you two going to go public?” Scooter asks Rhiannon who glances at me for a moment before answering,

“I don’t want my relationship with Justin to influence my career. I would never use Justin for ratings or whatever. That’s all me” I give her a smile and reach for her hand because every girl before her had used me for publicity stunts, and exposure.

“So after your first single goes platinum, and believe me, it will. You two can come out and Rhiannon from then we’ll work on your album how’s that sound?” Rhiannon’s mouth drops and she glances to her parents who are grinning happily.

“Our baby the superstar” Laura St. John says as she and her husband Carson reach towards her for a hug.

“I’m gonna be signed?” She asks from her parent’s arms and Scooter nods with a laugh.

“Welcome to Interscope” he says offering her a hug to which she runs and nearly tackles him to the floor.

“Congrats Nonnie” I say before embracing her and placing an innocent kiss on her cheek for her parent’s sake. She raises an eyebrow and smiles at me,

“Nonnie?” She asks and I wait for her reaction she bites her lip and smiles.

“Nonnie. I like it.”

👑The King Lists 👑

The Official Bully Method™ Writing Tips Post.

Okay, I’ve had a lot of people ask me for writing tips (which is hilarious seeing as thought im pretty much making this up as I go along), so here is my official tips list for my fellow bullshitters.

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I decided to make something nice for all of my wonderful followers, I am grateful for each and every one of you. I would also like to say thank you to all of the incredible writers in this fandom, for giving us the opportunity to read your amazing stories about Stiles and Derek falling in love.

Here’s a list of about 250 Sterek stories which I immensely enjoyed.

Have fun!


A Blossoming Romance by Trelkez

Stiles will just have to try harder next time. No one can ignore him forever.

A Californian Werewolf in New York by dancinbutterfly, knight_tracer

When Derek finally realizes that there’s nothing left for him in Beacon Hills, he goes back to New York, gets a life, falls in love and finds his home. 

Advanced Vocabulary by LolaFeist

“Why do you like me?” Derek asks as he folds his shirt and drops it onto Stiles’ computer chair.

“For your body,” Stiles says.

A High, Rapturous Song by Saucery

Derek is a headmaster. Stiles is his favorite delinquent.

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I know i say ‘holy shit’ a lot, but… HOLY FUKING SHIT! My last milestone was like 2 weeks ago! YOU GUYS KICK SO MUCH ASS!!! XD

This took me all day to finish but it was so worth it! I LOVE YOU ALL!

This Rock 'N’ Roll Swindle Features:

Ask Aqua Marine

Ask Tired Shy 

Ask Private Applejack

Ask Winged Cross

Ask Nako 

Ask The Little Misfit Filly

Ask Apartment 2b

Ask Ken Saké

Ask Cherry Soda

Ask Crayon The Homeless Artist 

Ask Hyper Brony

Sorry if i didn’t feature your OC. :I

You all rock!


Sex Pistols - The Great Rock 'N’ Roll Swindle


(Sorry, this might be difficult to read because I got super lazy.)

I like to imagine that, one day, Sans snaps on Frisk and runs away in anger.

Frisk, of course, understands that Sans was having a bad day and took it out on him. He cries nonetheless, because he IS a child.

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