it was really hard to explain this photo to my friends while stoned

Harry's interview on Quotidien
  • I: Can you hear me?
  • H: Yes
  • I: Welcome to Paris!
  • H: Thank you
  • I: How are you? Can you answer in French?
  • H: Good! A little bit. A tiny bit. Très bien et toi ?(very good and you?)
  • I: Very good, thank you. We start our interviews with “can you give us your five favourites words in English or French. Or a French sentence”. Someone told me you knew a French sentence.
  • H: Comment vous faites un café si délicieux? (How do you make such a delicious coffee?)
  • I: OK, that’s good.
  • H: That’s all I have.
  • I: Do you say it very often?
  • H: No... Yes
  • I: What does France mean to you? Is it something, someone etc...?
  • H: Best people I’ve known... I think her, *shows a fan* I guess. Fabien Barthez.
  • I: Yes, Fabien Barthez. Harry, you’re 23 years old and you’re one of the best known pop-star in the world. Everybody has expectations with your new album and single Sign Of The Times. Why did you choose that song? This is not what people were expecting.
  • H: I think I wanted to.. I've always liked music that made me feel something. You know I think writing it I could feet something I wanted to bring it out. I think it's a good indicator for me of what the album is to me. That's why I wanted to go with that first.
  • I: Billboard wrote that the single was "one of the more ambitious opening statements in pop this decade". Not bad, isn't it?
  • H: Thanks!
  • I: Do you have friends working at Billboard?
  • H: I don't know anyone at Billboard.
  • I: When we listen to the song we think of David Bowie, Queen, who else did you think of?
  • H: I mean, I think everyone, anything, any song you've ever listened to growing up or throughout your life or you've enjoyed, inspired you. There are a lot of different things. I wanted to just write and see what came out. I didn't know what I sounded like to make an album. So this process was as interesting for me as I think it will be for people listening to the album for the first time.
  • I: Do you know French singers other than Serge Gainsbourg? That's a tricky question.
  • H: I know Woodkid. He directed my music video.
  • I: Why him?
  • H: I think his videos are amazing, he's a really talented guy and I love French people so I worked with him.
  • I: When you're in Spain, do you say that you love Spanish people?
  • H: No!
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy...
  • H: Great tie.
  • I: You think so? It's French.
  • H: It's not a Spanish tie, isn't it?
  • I: Can I see your loafer? Oh yes! What is the brand? That's not French, isn't it? It's Italian.
  • H: No.
  • I: That's from the European Union!
  • H: Probably yeah.
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy for you, is it true?
  • H: Was what simple?
  • I: Your life, everybody wants a life like yours, with One Direction...
  • H: I mean, I feel very lucky to be able to make music, I feel very lucky to be able to make this, I feel very lucky today being in France and performing my song. I love this song. I can't complain.
  • I: What were the unpleasant things?
  • H: *thinking*
  • I: I don't know, say only one thing.
  • H: I think when you care so much about something, it's hard to get to the point where you feel like it's finished and it feels like you're adding and it never ends and it adds up. So I think the hardest part was getting into that point and be like "ok that's finished."
  • I: You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
  • H: No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don't know, I put a lot of work into this. I don't feel like it revolves around woman. It's a lot about me and things I've never said before. It's more about me.
  • I: How did you start with a boy band and end with a solo career? Is it complicated?
  • H: It's been a lot of fun. You know we were very lucky to get to do some amazing things and at the moment in our lives, we're in a time where everyone is trying their own thing and have a good time. It's been amazing to see everyone doing their own thing as well. If I can do as well as the others, it'd be amazing.
  • I: Do you call them everyday or text them? Do you use What's app?
  • H: I don't have that.
  • I: Why?
  • H: Yes we talk, absolutely. And everyone is bringing stuff out. It's been a lot going on. It's been a good time.
  • I: This is the album cover! Can you describe it? Why did you choose this picture?
  • H: Yeah. So, I don't know. I worked with photographer Harley Weir, I'm a massive fan of her work. And that's amazing and I was lucky enough to work with her. I felt like this was what I wanted.
  • I: Why is it pink? Why the water? Why your back? Why? It's beautiful but why is it pink?
  • H: I don't know, man!
  • I: Really? You don't know?
  • H: I don't know. I don't think I want...
  • I: Apparently pink is Rock'n'roll's colour.
  • H: Apparently so. I don't know. I think it means something to me and if it means anything to anyone else, I wouldn't want to take away from that by explaining it. I think the cool thing about stuff like photos and art is you can just leave it. You don't have to explain it.
  • I: Everybody sees what they want to see.
  • H: Yes exactly.
  • I: Have you seen this?
  • *video of people reacting to Harry's single*
  • I: Your fans record themselves while listening to the song for the first time. You can hear relevant analysis and apparently they all really liked it. Do you read what people say about you on social media? On Youtube, Twitter, Instagram? Do you use Instagram?
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit.
  • *The public disagrees with Harry*
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit. I mean I wish everyone was having as good time as the girl who was like that with her hands. That's what I do when I listen to the song.
  • I: Are you the one using your Instagram? Do you use your own fingers or someone else does it for you?
  • H: Yes, I do mine.
  • I: Do you still vote in Redditch?
  • H: In?
  • I: Redditch!
  • H: That's where I was born?
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I don't live in Redditch.
  • I: So you don't vote there. Where did you vote?
  • H: London, yeah.
  • I: What do you think of the Brexit? Welcome to Europe!
  • H: Thank you very much, thanks. I mean, I don't really comment on politics. To me, anything that brings people together is better than things that pull people apart. That's ... yeah.
  • I: Yet, you are in favour of equality of rights, men, women, gay people, straight people... That's politics.
  • H: I don't know. It doesn't feel like politics. I think stuff like equality feels much more fundamental. I feel like everyone is equal. That doesn't feel like politics to me.
  • I: Your fans are fetishists. They know all of your tattoos, piece of jewellery, they have heart attacks when you cut your hair. Right now you're playing with their feelings. Do you know that?
  • H: Oh ok.
  • I: Yes! What is your favourite tattoo?
  • H: I think... I have a.. probably. I don't know, actually.
  • I: Which one is the latest?
  • H: The latest is this one there. *shows Arlo* And this one. *shows Jackson*
  • I: Jackson? All of them?
  • H: Yes.
  • I: What's the story behind your haircut? How much did you spend on hair products with One Direction?
  • H: Yeah, like a lot. I used a lot, yeah.
  • I: You're in Dunkirk, Christopher Nolan's new movie.
  • H: Yes.
  • I: How did you do?
  • H: I auditioned.
  • I: Look at you there.
  • H: I am, that's me.
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I auditioned and it was great. It's going to be a really cool movie.
  • I: Harry, it feels like we know you since you're a baby. The whole world discovered you in 2010 on X Factor.
  • *video of Harry's X Factor audition*
  • I: You auditioned alone but Simon Cowell had an idea... he put you in a band with Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall. You became One Direction. You found the name One Direction and you sold millions of albums. One Direction are soon considered as the new Beattles and you filled the biggest stadiums. The whole world was talking about you. When you go out we prayed for your eardrums. You became UK's pride. David Cameron is in one of your music videos, your sang for the Queen. But in 2015... bang! Zayn left the band, fans couldn't get over it. But don't worry, their favourite is now on the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine, he's in Christopher Nolan's new movie, he's Mick Jagger on SNL... What you don't know is that we've met in 2012. You were in France to promote an album and now I have questions. First one! When you're in a car and fans are all around you, do you see that?
  • *video of fans around a car*
  • H: I think I've actually lost my shoe there. When I got in the car... I got in the car and I was like "how many shoes do I have?" Yes I lost my shoe.
  • I: I have another question! Do you still do that before going on stage?
  • *video of Harry and Lou*
  • I: Can we do it?
  • H: No.
  • *does it anyway*
  • I: What is the weirdest question someone asked you?
  • H: I think it was actually a French interview. I got asked if I would pee in a sink... Yeah.
  • I: Ok, that's weird!
  • H: It was the first question, the first question.
  • I: It puts you in the mood.
  • H: Yeah.
  • I: What is the question you never want to be asked ever again? Did I asked you that question?
  • *Harry asks the public*
  • H: Which one? Oh crush.
  • I: What?
  • H: Crush.
  • I: Oh ok. I didn't ask it! Did you know that a French author wrote a novel about you. It's called "Styles", it's about his obsession with you. It's in French. You can translate it.
  • H: Oh! Is that true?
  • I: Yes it's true. He dedicated to you. It's called "Styles" and it's a really good book. Read it!
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Thank you very much Harry Styles for coming tonight. His first eponymous album comes out on the 12th May. Thank you Harry Styles.
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Have a safe journey home.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Why do you think harry chose pink for his album? I don't think it's because "its rock&roll color" is it? In the french interview he said it MEANS something to him but hmm.... do you have any idea ?

I do have an idea. My answer involves a lot of speculation, so take it with a giant grain of salt. My quotes on the Quotidien interview is taken from this transcript. The video is here.

Stepping back a bit, I do feel conflicted about speculating on a question like this. As the interviewer said, millions of people (including me) dissect Harry’s every tic under a microscope. I don’t think I could be 100% consistent under that kind of scrutiny. Yes, he is a celebrity– and the promotion of his creative work inevitably involves revealing something of his personal life, so that his audience can feel more connected to him. Allowing access to stalkers is part of this strategy– to make him seem reachable, intimate, yet iconic and larger-than-life. They are loathsome and invasive. But they are also useful.

We’ve all been discussing the Harry Styles™ mystique: Harry’s quality of never being completely known or understood, his way of saying nothing while saying something and vice versa, his desire to separate his professional from his private life. This is why audiences are obsessed with whether he “presses the Instagram button with his own finger.” We want to eliminate a layer of uncertainty in the speculation, to know that we’re one circle closer to the real Harry Styles. 

He’s mentioned that Sign of the Times has a personal meaning to him, but explains its meaning in vague, general terms. The lyrics, while seemingly personal and urgent, are not specific to a circumstance. We circle and hover, but never get closer. 

What about Cameron Crowe’s Rolling Stone article, stating in no uncertain terms that the album is “ten songs” about “women and relationships”? Here’s what Harry says

  • I: You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
  • H: No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don’t know, I put a lot of work into this. I don’t feel like it involves around woman. It’s a lot about me and things I’ve never said before. It’s more about me.

It’s not about a woman. His first word is, “No.” Then he softens his statement by redirecting it to himself (personal life), then his hard work (professional life), things he’s never said before (a mixture of the two). In a Harry way, he circles the question back on itself– my music is about both me and my music. It’s a statement about nothing. But in saying that, it answers something– it’s not about women. 

So let’s see what he says about the color pink:

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I Will Save Mom - Barry Allen/The Flash x Daughter Reader (Part 4)

Originally posted by westallengifs

Summary: Going back to the future you and past Barry find his future-self. Your dad. Answers to who this Savatar comes hard to find out. Not only that but Barry finally understands the harsh reality of a life you had without Iris as your mother.

Part 5:

A lot had happened afterwards, thankfully your parents had patched things up and your hand had stopped fading away which meant you still would be born as their daughter.

Spending more time with them it made you remember your time back at your time line and suddenly you felt some what home sick, to be honest it felt odd to be like that since where you grew up it was just more horrible and lonely then this.

This was all more live like while your time line was so dead that things weren’t the same anymore.

Barry noticed and decided that he’d go to the future to find out who Savatar was, course it also made things more personal when Caitlin became Killer Frost and had escaped the lab

“Help us get to her time line?” Barry asked Wally.
“Sure but how do I do that?” Wally asked.
“Easy, run fast enough with us and soon as you see a portal form you push us inside.” You explained.
“Okay let’s do this.” Wally agreed.

Running all three of you were slowly gaining more speed and once it was enough. Wally pushed Barry and you through the portal to the time where you were from, letting out a happy chuckle you knew you were home.

“I’m back…” You whispered.
“This is 2024?” Barry asked.
“Yeah..things here are more harsh then the past.” You frowned.

“Well well Flash, I didn’t think we’d see you here girly.” A voice said.
“It surely hasn’t been a while, to be honest I never missed you two.” You spoke.
“Who’s this? A friend of yours.” The man asked.
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” You replied.
“Well we will always kick your ass in the end.” The women smirked.

Using her powers both you and Barry found it hard to fight back, this always happened to you in this timeline when you fought them. Groaning as the two began to beat you two up quick thinking Barry had kicked the feet of the two under them and sped off as he grabbed you.

“Where do you usually go hang out?” Barry asked.
“Where you and mom used to live…but it’s much different…” You frowned.
“Much different?” Barry asked.

Sighing you brought him to the old building that was pretty much run down, everything was trashed and the place wasn’t full of furniture anymore. Letting him look around you tried not to cry when walking into the place. Just a few moments ago you were enjoying the fact you had now known your mother more then you thought…but something was secretly happening to you..

“Your back…” A voice said.
“Uncle Cisco!” You smiled and hugged him.
“Thank god your still okay.” Cisco signed.
“I told you I’d be back.” You giggled.
“Oh I uhh…brought dad with me just…his past self.” You explained.

Stepping away from Cisco you let him see Barry it was a really emotional thing to watch, you know Cisco wanted his best friend back so bad and since his past self arrived he had some hope return.

“Team Flash hasn’t been the same, (y/n) tries to keep the peace but it’s not working and she has been beaten by those two more then she could count.” Cisco frowned.
“Cisco was the one who helped me get to your time. Dad though sent that message cause I convinced him to…he doesn’t actually have an idea to save mom…but I thought if I went in time we could figure out together…” You explained.
“I’m so sorry dad…” You cried and sped off.

Barry finally knew now, you were his child who just wanted to know what her mother was and be shown love by her father. Poor girl had the grownup without any parent and Barry was gonna find out just how much you’ve been through.

After visiting the former members of Team Flash he finally knew just what happened to everyone. Caitlin became Killer Frost, Julian tried his best to have her return, Cisco lost his hands making him unable to use his powers, Joe was alone after losing his daughter and son, H.R moved on and became a book writer. You? You were forced to become the next Flash, forced to give up a safe life and fought crime and other Meta-Humans. And your father? He pushed anyone and everyone away.

Speeding back Barry soon found you at your mothers grave, he could hear what you were saying to her.

“Mom, I know you might of been upset if you were still around. But I went to the past…I had to know who you were and what kind of women you were to dad. I needed to know what made dad always fight what it was that had him fall for you…now that I’m back I know. You’ve been at his side since the beginning…even though I look some what like you I know I’m like dad as well. But I’m home now…I have to go though I want to go see grandpa Joe so I’ll see you later.” You smiled and patted the head stone.

Turning around you saw Barry there sighing you stuffed your hands in your coat pockets and walked over to him.

“You visit her all the time?” Barry asked.
“Yeah…everyday.” You nodded.
“Listen there’s something I need you to explain for me.” Barry asked.
“What is it?” You asked.
“Why didn’t you tell me life was like this for you?” Barry asked.
“What was I suppose to say? That all my life all I knew of my mother was a picture? That soon as I knew how to control my powers I became the new flash? That for a while now my own father pushed his own daughter away and my grandpa pretty much raised me?” You said.

Hurt was all he could see in your eyes, the loss of Iris made his future self not only push everyone away but the main person who needed him the most.

“What made everything worse was that I forgave you and at times I’d visit you, yet all you did was look at me and see mom in me…how could I visit you and put you in pain?” You explained.

Barry speed off and back into S.T.A.R labs, when he got there he saw his future self in the cortex. His future self was looking at an old photo of Iris and himself along with a baby version of you.

“That’s…” Barry said.
“Us and (Y/N)…” Your Dad said.
“Anyways why did you abandon (y/n)? She’s your daughter! She needed you the most when Iris died!” Barry yelled.
“I couldn’t be a good father…” Your dad said.
“Why not?! Is it because she looks so much like Iris?!” Barry yelled.
“Because I failed as her father the moment her mother died! I let the one women who brought her into this world on her last resort die! Iris forced herself to live a just moment longer to bring (y/n) into this world! You don’t understand the pain of losing her just yet…but you will and you’ll fail her just like I did.” Your dad explained.

Waking away your father needed to be alone, and Barry would soon walked out as well but stopped when he noticed you were there.

“I thought you were with Joe?” Barry said.
“He’s with Uncle Wally…so he thinks he failed me huh?” You mumbled.
“I did, I failed you in this time-line and I shouldn’t of…and I won’t anymore knowing what is gonna happen now I’ll fix this and I’ll make sure Iris lives so she and I can raise you ourselves.” Barry said.

Nodding you lead Barry back to where Cisco was, he had to head back to the past but you decided to stay.

“Your not coming with me?”  Barry asked.
“I can’t, I have to stay here and fight the people here to keep the city safe…I’m the only one who can.” You sighed.
“Alright, see you then.” Barry smiled.
“Tell mom that when she’s safe that I had a wonderful time getting to know her.” You told.
“I will.” Barry nodded.

Speeding off to go fight crime Barry tried to get back but couldn’t, he found out Cisco tried to keep him in the future due to him being the best friend he had remembered. Explaining everything Barry decided to bring Joe, Julian, H.R back to the lab.

“What’s going on here?”

Barry then explained that Team Flash had to reunite, he explained that he wanted to relieve (y/n) of being the Flash as she deserved a life different then this. Joe agreed rather quickly.

“She deserves so much better, but she is so damn strong.” Joe explained.
“I’ll agree to that, whenever things got hard she would bring back hope.” Cisco said.
“Gosh that young Allen is amazing.” H.R grinned.
“I’ll agree as well, she helped me find a more humane way to lock up Catlin.” Julian said.

Barry wasn’t surprised you brought hope to these guys and seemed to be the apple of their eye, they all seemed to be protective of you as your family.

Just then the Meta-Human app sounded off and Cisco couldn’t believe it.

“Speaking of her…she’s getting her ass kicked.” Cisco said.
“I’m going!” Barry said speeding off.

Now as Barry and you were trying to fight the others got the lab back up and on. The computers and tv’s were back on like it used to be. But as time passed nothing was working that’s when your father stepped in and slowly was becoming who he used to be.

“I’ll go help them. I failed (y/n) for far to long…I’m still her father despite anything anyone says or does…” Your dad said.
“Indeed you are, go to them.” Joe smiled, proud.

Nodding he grabbed the device that Cisco made and sped off to you guys. When he got there he helped the two of you and finally you three defeated them. Seeing your father in his flash suit again you smiled and knew that your dad was back to who your family always said.

“Three scarlet speedsters were sighted as they defeated these two Meta-Humans, if your watching Flash it’s good to have you and (h/n) back.” A reporter on the tv said.

Smiling this felt so good, you’ve dreamed about this for years. To work along side your father as you fought crime. A father-daughter crime fighting team.

“I really don’t know who to hug first.” Joe said.
“Him.” Barry said.

It was wonderful to see your father and grandpa hug one another, it was a sight you never really saw before. Next you were in line to hug him.

“I’m so sorry that I left you, but I promise you I’ll never leave you alone. I failed you once I won’t do it again.” Your father explained.
“It’s okay dad, I forgave you years ago…” You whispered.

Your father hugged you tighter as he finally let it all in that he still had his daughter, the one being who had a part of Iris within her. He shouldn’t of pushed you away he should of held onto you with a tight grasp and protected you from anything and everything. You were the last thing he had of Iris.

“I don’t know who Savatar is, but a doctor helped me send him into the speed force. But it would only be four years from then that she was able to help….this should help you…find her and hopefully she can read it all in time.” Your father said.

Giving Barry the small device he walked back to you and wrapped an arm over your shoulder.

“Your staying more now huh?” Barry asked.
“I got my dad back, besides the town needs us more now…just tell mom what I told you before.” You explained.
“I will, thanks for coming to the past, you actually gave us hope.” Barry said.

Running back to the past Barry had returned as if he didn’t even go to the future at all.  

“What the? Did you two go?” Wally asked.
“Yeah.” Barry nodded.
“Where’s (y/n)?” Wally asked.
“She stayed in her timeline.” Barry told.

Telling the others Barry then walked over to Iris and told her what you had said, shedding a tear Iris then knew she had to stay alive cause not only did she want to live for you but also for Barry.

More so now since she found out something…she was actually pregnant with you.

“Barry there’s something you need to know…” Iris said.
“What is it?” Barry asked.

Everyone looked at the couple wondering what news they’d get.

“We have to save me even more now, cause I just found out I am pregnant. And meeting (y/n) proved it. She is our daughter and she does come into this world to us but this time we will make sure our daughter has both of us.” Iris explained.

Happy about the news Barry placed his hand on Iris’s stomach, (y/n) was growing in there at the moment as their baby right now. Even more now Barry knew that this information given to him by his future self had to be figured out quickly for he wanted to be a better father to you.

‘I swear (y/n) I’ll be a better father.’ Barry thought.

||A/N: Sorry for the long wait…I wanted to kind of have the right episode to where you the reader would be more in it rather then having other things so focused on it and this the new recent episode was so emotional I just had to write about it….I mean Past-Barry figuring out the future of his daughter? (you) it would be heartbreaking…but now you all know more of the reason why Reader-chan here wanted to save her mom and also how she felt through out her life.||

Not One, But Two (Part III)

Summary: It all started on that night when you and Jay were both too drunk to remember anything. You resigned from your job and left Seoul with a secret. Now you’re back and ready to tell Jay about them, but doing so means sharing their lives and putting his career and love life on the line.

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

You trudged back to the little cottage where you left your things. You reached for a towel inside your bag and wiped the sweat that formed on your forehead while you were chasing Jaeyoung a while ago as he ran around and hid behind trees. Once you sat down to take a rest, your phone rang. K’s name and photo registered on the screen.

“Hi K,” you greeted your brother as you put your phone against the shell of your ear.

How’s it going?” K asked.

Just over the low bushes of flower, Jay and the twins were walking on the stone steps. They held each of his hands. Whatever Jay was telling them, he was scoring bag as their laughter reached your ears.

“Fine, so far. The twins are having fun and they like him, but I’m not sure if it’s sunk in them that he’s their dad. Do you get what I’m trying to say?”

Yeah,” he chuckled. “It’s good that he’s doing this for them.”

“Please tell me I did the right thing.”

The part where you told him about them or the part where you agreed on bringing them to this trip? Which part?

“Both,” you grumbled under your breath. K was your biggest supporter, but he also found entertainment on your worries.

You did the right thing, so stop worrying so much.


And now you just have to wait. It all depends on whatever Jay is planning.

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text meme 2/∞

i’ve been collecting funny/cute texts & texts from texts from last night for about 2 years. they’ve been sitting in a word document for a long time so with all the text memes i’ve been seeing around, i decided to take all the texts i’ve saved and make a meme with them bc why not. there’s a bit of everything bellow: fluff, silliness, nsfw, angst, etc etc

[text] Thanks for the pic It’s going to be lovely dealing with my boner while I’m in a meeting with your father.

[text] I got to the apartment, I was handed a beer within 20 seconds, I’m glowing in the dark, there’s fog everywhere, and now I’m wearing a sombrero because apparently it’s silly hat night. I never want to leave. 

[text] She had a group on her phone called “great fucks”. I was in it. It’s almost like making the forbes list

[text] should my break up email to my English professor be in MLA format?

[text] You look good in that new shirt.

[text] I’ve been thinking about you all day.

[text]  You stood in front of a yellow Camaro and kept yelling at it to “Transform already!!!!”.. yeah, I’d say you were pretty wasted.

[text]  I just got this text “hi this is Julie, I met you last night in the bathroom. You asked me to text you and remind you that you ate an entire lime, because you figured your sober self in the morning would be confused.”

[text]  You named all of the cocktail shrimps and then tackled a guy for “eating Henry”

[text]  [insert really romantic bullshit about how much i love you and how beautiful you are so you will suck my dick tonight] 

[text] I just followed a trail of feathers and glitter to class. Today better be fucking magical.

[text] He passed out drunk on top of me. Fully erect. Still inside me. Woke up like 1 minute later, and continued.

[text]  You’re the 8th person from last night to text me this morning and ask if I’m ok.

[text] College reaches a new low. We just carved a shot glass out of a potatoe.

[text] Oh well shit happens. This is my not worried face. This is also my still decently drunk face.

[text] You told him about your cats? I told his friend to put his dick in my mouth, and you talked about cats!?

[text] In line at the grocery store. The girl ahead of me is in a wetsuit and just bought 3 cases of beer and a bottle of vodka. I want to go where she’s going…

[text] I’m bringing my passport in case we get drunk and wind up in Mexico

[text] You kept hiding under tables and grabbing people’s legs and shouting SHARK ATTACK.

[text] You grabbed your house keys, threw them at the door and asked, “did it open?”

[text] Geez don’t go to a bar for a few days and everyone freaks out. 

[text] I was wondering why the cops were making such a big deal then I realized I was naked

[text] The stripper told you to sort your life out    

[text] Everyone was so shocked to hear that she was a virgin they were speechless. I said I could cure that problem for her and we hooked up. It was that simple.

[text] she gave me her number. found out it was already stored in my phone as “bathroom blowjob”

[text] Be still, my beating vagina.

[text] I believe some people would call last night an orgy.

[text] The bouncer at this strip club is my new best friend. He is also very persuasive. He got me to strip onstage for a t shirt. It’s a nice shirt.

[text] I just walked thrugh the woods having a conversation with every spider I saw in it’s web. They all have English accents. I’m drunk and this weed is incredible!

[text] I’m not sure who’s apartment i woke up in but i just showered here and their shampoo in phenomenal… 

[text] I just remembered that last night when we tried to walk off the spins you said “pretend i’m your pet dinosaur” so i walked you around on an invisible leash while you made t-rex hissing noises.

[text] omg bring my wallet when you come get me tonight. i’m buying a fucking giraffe.

[text] Is it a good thing or a bad thing when you wake up naked with two naked guys in your bed, while holding glow-in-the-dark toy dinosaurs in your hands, and listening to the lion king soundtrack?

[text] She is making me post-sex grilled cheese at 2 am wearing only shorts and cowboy boots. I am so in love

[text] A little alcohol is good for the soul! Fuck Chicken soup, I’m going to write a book called “hard liquor for the soul” It’s going to be a best seller.

[text] This is NO TIME for pants!

[text] Why did you just messaged me and saying you’re praying for me… 

[text] you’re the one who came to me for relationship advice !

[text] I just found your ripped underwear on my chandelier. Care to explain?

[text] Are cops allowed to hit on you if they’re in uniform?! Serious question.

[text] I hope you get stoned and think that you’re a seal in shark infested waters

[text] I can’t believe you guys got into a sword fight over a chicken nugget

[text] My one night stand from last night is currently mowing my lawn for me.

[text] Just walked by a girl saying to her friend “honestly you coulda given me any dude and I woulda fucked him”

[text] Well if you don’t want to be kicked out before last call don’t I would suggest stop drinking whiskey and don’t call the giant bouncer with the neck tattoo “princess”

[text] Was just messaged by someone in a Power Ranger suit on OkCupid… Figured you would approve

[text] I do feel like I owe you an apology for trying to fuck your dad last night but in my defense everyone knows I shouldn’t drink tequila.

[text] I’m gonna be the best dressed mother fucker to ever get kicked out of that damn bar.

[text] I think “we’ve never met sober” is a great relationship to have with someone

[text] Just met my French neighbor. We watched a crow die together, so we’re pretty tight.

[text] An d I’d rather cry while putting a waffle in my mouth than cry on my pillow, ya feel me?

[text] I want my tombstone to read “making poor life decisions since 1993”


[text] He started saying the pledge of allegiance so his boner would go down. Merica.


[text] I just remember lots of butts and something about ranch dressing. 

[text] You introduced yourself and she said “wow that’s a long name” and you went “yeah well you should see my dick.”

[text] He got naked after doing the Ice Water Challenge and it was still enormous. So, yeah, I stayed over.

[text] Had to walk of shame past Westminster Abbey this morning. Pretty sure a Japanese tourist took a photo of me.

[text] Summers almost over and we haven’t golfed, got naked or had sex yet. Let’s do all three in one day, no particular order.

[text] Yeah, last night in the parking lot was hot. I’m sure whoever has the surveillance tapes thinks so too.

[text] Don’t do this to me right now. 

[text] The first guy I ever sexted is having a baby.. Is this what adulthood feels like?

[text] I decided not to look up the nudes, because I believe that there is a line, and that mocking my old classmate’s horrid nudes alone crosses that line.

[text] I think the cashier could tell I was sad. All I bought was penis shaped food and chocolate

[text] ugh I gave you morning sex and you don’t even text me back for my bagel order

[text] Don’t have sex in a tent there are so many opportunities for infections

[text] You showed up at my apartment after 3 am wasted with a plate of cookies and tried to hook up.

[text] There’s going to be a pool, lightsabers and alcohol. What could go wrong?!

[text] Ordered a large pizza and definitely just paid the cab driver in pizza slices. I’m glad there’s someone out there that’s just as fat at heart as we are.

[text] You broke into someone’s house and stole a pan of lasagna.

[text] So two questions…why am I covered in muffins and are there pictures of this.

[text] I like how the only thing you spelled correctly is “i’m tequila” 

[text] Sorry about your blender, your tiolet, your weed, and your dog…

[text] you looked like a weeble wobble. everytime we thought you were going to fall you bounced back up…you’re an amazing drunk

[text] You are the worst thing that has ever happened to me.

[text] Is it bad that we’re talking like nothing happened?

[text] I feel like tequila is Gods way of lighting my fuse to do something awesome

[text] You got so drunk you kept singing the Sailor Moon theme song and kept making everyone call you Sailor Venus.

[text] i just used google streetview to figure out where i spent the night last night

[text] I woke up hugging a loaf of bread and a water bottle this morning

[text] I see an opportunity for you to use your nakedness to cure my boredom.

[text] I was so fucking worried.

[text] my passenger side seat is covered in alcoholic jello with a nude mannequin in it

[text] Tried to eat a chip. Mouth wouldn’t cooperate. Nearly died. 

[text] I feel like sober is me a distant relative that I only see on christmas..

[text] let’s just skip the pleasantries and go back to my place for pizza and casual sex

[text] I’m 99% sure I high fived a girl over mashed potatoes last night

[text] You almost died !!!

Hoseok; Maybe

✉in which it’s about time you stopped pushing Jung Hoseok away 
►a different ‘maybe’ scenario but, yo, it was a bit tricky to write this idk why i kept staring at my word document for at least thirty minutes before i got to finish it up
//2078 words | scenario, cop-criminal-ish!au
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No one says that doing this would bring you any good, apart from the things you do with the money you get at the end of the day but other than that, you know you’ve earned your ticket to going to hell. You should’ve known better, really, you should’ve but when life is being hard, pressing on you down like a hot iron while you have both hands tied behind your back, you’re finding a way to cut the strings away and throwing the iron across the globe and doing the opposite of what you should’ve.

You need the money, you’re desperate and it kills you to be doing this but if you don’t, you’re indirectly killing someone else—there’s no time to spare and you can’t wait any longer.

This is the first and last time, you say and you mean it but no matter how much you try to explain, no one seems to understand so you pretty much don’t give a fuck anymore.

Even more when you’re stuck here in lockup until they find other evidence and you’re trying your best to sleep on a stone bench.

Until, of course, the daily person walks by and he stands by the bars, eyeing you, “Can you please just tell us what we need to know? You’re wasting your time,”

“Just two more days and until further notice of what proof you guys have of me, I’ll be free to go,” You know your rights, and he does, too. The cop in charge groans, the same one that’s been coming down here to check up on you and although you want to accept his kind offer that if you give in and tell him the whole truth in this, he may go easy but since you’re not, he can’t.

“You’re making things complicated,”

“Life is complicated,” You snap and you turn your back on him, “Just leave me alone—you’re wasting your time,”

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That’s how a superhero learns to fly

I can’t believe the first thing I’m doing with this tumblr is publishing a Ladybug Fanfic. I’m trash.

Name: That’s how a superhero learns to fly

Words: 2607 (right now it’s a one shot, but I will maybe write something else)

Characters: Adrien Agreste [main], Marinette Cheng, Nino, Plagg, Alya (kinda)

Pairing: Ladynoir trash, guys

Note: English is not my first language, so I’m really sorry if there are any mistakes. Moreovre, I swear I write way better in French, but for some reason I really wanted to try that in English. 

Adrien would have loved to say that he was a born hero, someone who knew from the very beginning that he could make a difference. Unfortunately, he was not. Not at all.

When he got his ring, he was scared. So, so scared. Such a tiny jewelry contained powers he had no idea could exist. And it was his. What was he supposed to do with it? Plagg, his kwami, explained him that he was not the first person to posses the miracle stone, and that he would not be the last.

“What did they do with those powers?” Andrien asked, his voice slightly shaking from anticipation.

For the first time since the beginning of their conversation, Plagg let go of the Camembert that Adrien had to buy for him to finally open up a bit, and looked directly at the human, his cat-like eyes shining like two little orbs.

“Well, some of them became “heroes”, saving their city. Some of them used the ring for their own benefit, and would now be called “villains”, which is ridiculous, if you ask me. Yet, it was always their choice. I only help when I am asked nicely. What do you want to do, Adrien?“

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Something that has annoyed me so much but made me discover the most amazing thing...

So, I’m not one to blog extensively about ‘life’ stuff, but this thing has been niggling at me recently and it is getting worse, but an amazing realisation has also overcome me. I think blogging is an amazing way to get stuff out, write things down, and express yourself, but obviously I’m pretty conscious because I know people who follow this page of mine are more than likely doing so to see music related things. So i’m sorry if you don’t want to read these kinds of things, but hopefully some of you guys can take something from it. Maybe.

This will be lengthy, but stick with me on this one, I promise!

Before I vent and try and explain what’s annoying me so much, I just want to say that of course we all look at blogs, websites, instagram accounts etc. and think 'Wow. Their life is so awesome. Everything they post is so cool which means 100% of their life is the best ever!’ I’m a culprit. I do exactly the same thing when I’m aimlessly browsing the internet. BUT I’m also on the other side. I have an Instagram account where I post pictures, and of course I’ll only post good stuff, why would I post a photo where I look bad? Or A photo of me cooking? We all filter what we post and I think we should all bear that in mind before judging ourselves and not being grateful for our own wonderful lives!

That leads me onto part of my annoyance. I’ve noticed recently, that (not naming names, i’m not that cruel!) but people that I once called very close friends are trying so painfully (and embarrassingly!) hard to stay relevant, 'cool’ and 'desirable’ by using the internet. Posting heavily edited photos of all the MEGA FUN they’re having just to let you know that maybe they’re having a better time than you’ll ever be having. When we all know in reality that they’re only doing said activity purely to post the picture online, and then resort to spending the remainder of the day twiddling their thumbs waiting for the next Facebook notification so they can talk about the COOLEST TIME EVER with their 'friends’.

The thing about this that annoys me most, is not that they’re posting what they’re doing online. I LOVE to see what my friends are doing. It’s the fact that its so painstakingly obvious that they’re not having a good time. They don’t love what they’re doing for the right reasons because if they did they wouldn’t be trying so hard to make sure everybody knows about it. 

Next thing (this is all connected i swear. Stay with me!) is people’s incapability to accept they’ve made a massive mistake, accepted they’ve potentially ruined a lot of their opportunities and relationships. Ive seen it a lot recently. Someone’s made a mistake, and instead of feeling guilt and sympathy for the person or people they’ve hurt, their main priority is what they are going to be losing as a result of this. And they wonder why they feel so bad about what they 'love’ doing all the time. (!?)

Ive seen people recently hurt someone and then put themselves first. Instead of trying to build bridges or maybe just completely stepping away, and having enough respect to realise it’s not their place anymore, they try to find different ways back in so that they are still connected to what they’ll be losing. Whether it’s suddenly being pally with people who do the job that you want, people who do what you do, people who have some kind of status, names that you can drop to make yourself seem important… It makes me feel stupid for once admiring these people that were manipulative, it makes me feel used and naive, but its made me a whole lot wiser.

It leads me back to social networking. Would these people who are trying to get to somewhere and don’t care who they’re hurting actually befriend these people if they worked in, lets say, Greggs? No, they’re befriending them because they are a stepping stone closer to what they want or where they want to be. Is this facebook status really what’s on their mind? No, they just want to still be relevant. Do they actually really love what they’re doing? No, they just want to be in on something and they’re worried their mistake is taking it away from them so they’re desperately trying to have their eggs in as many baskets as possible - Regardless of self respect or pride for their work. They’ll take whatever they can get.

For example, would someone who loves music and creating so much go online to post negative things about an artist and their work? No! They do it for the reaction. They know there’s at least one person who will agree and think they’re the coolest person ever.

I’m constantly making sure that of all the mistakes I make, I don’t put myself first and feel sorry for myself for feeling guilty, but feel sorry for the people I could potentially have hurt. And to see people I know not take their passion or the people around them seriously and fairly while accepting their punishment for what it is does make me wonder.. In the music industry it’s hard to stay focussed and I’ll admit that. For example I love fashion, I think it’s an incredible way to express yourself, and I just generally love putting colours, patterns, textures and shapes together. I love being creative! But I’m aware there is a fine line between loving fashion for those reasons, and just loving it so people can compliment you on how good you look. The same way that an artist loves the act of painful pleasure they get from painting some that means something to them more than the compliments they receive after. The same way there’s a fine line between a musician loving to play and craft words and melody purely because it makes their soul feel good, and just being fanned by endless people who worship you as a person, not for what you create.

It feels like I’m going nowhere here.. but what I’m trying to get across, really, is that people are constantly wondering why their dreams aren’t coming true, why its so hard to create what they want and I really believe it’s down to the reasons you’re doing it for. If you want to be a musician because you just want to be famous, then great! But don’t expect it to make you feel fulfilled, wholesome and happy. 

Basically, loving what you do will make your dreams come true. I’ve realised this. If you’re complaining about how much you want to be a successful musician but it’s just not happening, your writing doesn’t seem to be going where you want and it’s frustrating you and you can’t stop thinking about what you get at the end of it then DING DONG you don’t love it. And it’s not going to happen.

If for example, your dream is to be, I don’t know, a painter, and you enjoy painting so much that you’d happily smash up your painting when you’re finished and not even show anybody then your dream has already come true. You can sit and paint all day long and no one will ever see your work but you don’t care, you’re a painter. You’re the happiest when you paint.

Same with music, if you can happily write a song that you loved writing, loved creating and loved singing but happily hide it away never to be heard and not feel like you’re wasting something, then you’ve succeeded. 

I have hundreds of songs that no one knows about. Literally hundreds. I think some of them could do so well, but I don’t care. No amount of success, money or fans could match to how good I felt to just create it in the first place. And that’s why I’ve succeeded. My album could’ve charted at number 12456779935784 instead of number 2, and I’d still be happy as larry. Because I did it for how good it makes me feel to just be a creator.

I hope any of you guys who have trouble with your hopes and dreams can take something from this, and manage to step away from our ever towering and blurred expectations of ourselves given to us by the media to really appreciate what you do and why you love to do it. Love is the source of happiness, success and abundance and it’s something that’s become so fluorescent in my life.

Big love everyone x

@lifeofthetryhard oooooh boy okay you’ve really done it now. this got so long. here it comes. 

so basically, i super hardcore headcanon Tater as a Dad. Look at that man. Tell me does not have the fatherliest of smiles. He was young when his daughter Daria was born, only just out of secondary school, and his parents pressured him to quit hockey and get married, but soon after he was offered a contract to play in the sates, a relief to him and the girl he’d had a drunken one night stand with. They’re on good terms and he visits whenever he can because his ten year old daughter is the absolute love of his life. Of course it’s so, so hard to live and work so, so far away but he thinks of all the opportunities he can provide for her that he never had growing up. On the days when he’s tired and sore and homesick, when it’s harder than normal to follow the thread of a fast-paced English conversation about some cultural thing he doesn’t quite get, he pulls out the photo of his Dashen’ka and reminds himself of why he’s here. Do it for her, etc.

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Selfish [Sequel to Fated]--Luhan

So I got a ton of requests to do a sequel to Fated, and when I opened requests, I got some more! So here it is, no more waiting~ I hope you enjoy it!

Read Fated here.


“Would you like to leave a message for the bride and groom?”

“Ah, no.” You quickly scrawl you and your boyfriend’s name in the guest book, handing the staff member your cream-colored envelope filled with money for the new couple. “I have a reservation for two?” A waitress comes to guide you to your table in the crowded hall. 

“It’s actually just me.” You tell her. “My boyfriend couldn’t be here.”

“Oh, I understand.” She hands you a crystal flute of champagne. “This way.”

You take a seat at the table that’s already crowded with other couples talking, popping the toasted mushroom appetizers into your mouth and picking the petals off of the floral centerpiece. This was your third wedding in six months, and still your turn hadn’t arrived yet. But you’d been in a relationship for almost two years now, but the diamond ring on your ring finger was a sign that next step was somewhere on the horizon.

After the ceremony is over everyone lines up to take pictures with the bride and the groom, and you stand there expectantly, waiting for your turn. “You came!” Yeri greets you cheerfully, waving you over to stand beside her. When you needed a fresh start a few years ago, she had reached out to you about a job at a television station as a staff member. Now, as a set manager, you owed her a lot not only for her helpfulness, but for her kindness as well.

Unnie, I’m so happy for you.” You squeeze her in a hug, careful not to crush her carefully-arranged veil. “I didn’t think you’d get married so soon!”

“Well, you know Choi. He’s always in a rush.” She rolls her eyes playfully at her new hubby Jinshik, who everyone just called ‘Choi’. He was a great catch–an investment manager from Seoul who could play the piano and made excellent Italian food. “Come and take a picture with us!”

You squeeze beside her, but the photographer looks over his shoulder at the long line of people waiting. “Let’s put a few other people in the photo, just for time’s sake.” He motions. “You two have to get to the reception hall in fifteen minutes!” A few more people join you, and Choi suddenly waves someone from the end of the line to the front. “Hey, man! You made it!”

“It’s good to see you, man!”

Your blood seems to slow down and thicken in your veins, reducing your whole body to syrup. You hadn’t heard that voice in quite a few years, but you’d never forget it. “Luhan?” The name pops out of your mouth, and Yeri turns to look at you. 

Luhan moves as if he’s in slow motion, his eyes meeting yours in shock. It had been forever since you’d left him in that ballroom at his wedding after admitting your feelings for each other. You’d told him that you needed time, but you didn’t specify how long. You hadn’t even talked to him since then, but you’d heard he was happy. He and Liu Yang had settled into a cushy apartment in her hometown, and they were the best newlyweds.

For a while, it was hard to act like that didn’t hurt.

“One….two….three!” The camera flashes, and everyone disperses. Yeri squeezes your hand, thanking you for coming to see her. When you look for Luhan, he’s gone. 

Why was he here? He didn’t know Yeri at all? Oh, but Choi was in investment and Luhan in accounting. They must have known each other from work. Was he back in Korea? Had he left the photo to rejoin his wife? You had so many questions and no way to answer them.

“It’s been a long time, hasn’t it?” Luhan is standing just outside the door, his hands buried in his pockets. His hair is cut much shorter, but his face is as youthful as ever. He looks leaner, more toned, and the cut of his suit hugs his muscles. “What are you doing here?”

The two of you walk out onto the patio, sitting on a stone bench. “Choi and I signed a business contract a few years ago that went really well.” He explains. “We still keep in contact, and he asked if I could be in town for his wedding.”

“Ah.” You nod. “Yeri and I are friends.”

“Ah.” It gets quiet for a moment, and Luhan breaks the silence. “You look good.” He says softly. 

“Thanks.” You move to tuck your hair behind your ear, but he catches your hand, staring at your fingers. “You’re married?” He blinks rapidly, as if he can’t believe it. You gently tug your hand from his grasp, playing with the band. “Engaged. I have been for about two months.”

“Lucky guy.” He mutters, looking you in the eyes as if he can’t fathom it. “When’s the wedding?”

“Not sure.” You bite your lip. “Yixing and I just opened up a dance studio, and he’s teaching dancers there full-time. We’re not sure when yet, but when the time is right-”

“You’re marrying Zhang Yixing? As in, my friend Zhang Yixing?”

“Yes.” It would be harder to explain right now, and honestly, you just don’t feel like it. “Look, Luhan. Everyone had keep moving after you got married. Was my life supposed to stop after you left? Was I supposed to just…put myself on pause?” The words come out harsher than you intend, and he stares at you.

“Now is probably not a good time.” You close your eyes, restraining words that had been on the tip of your tongue for years. “Maybe we can meet over coffee? You know, to talk? I feel like that would be good for us.” 

He nods in agreement. “I think so too.”


“Jang Minsuk, I told you to stop running in this hallway! Walk, before someone gets hurt!”

You grab onto a door handle to steady yourself as the rowdy junior-high kid zips past you at full speed. His mother swore if he put the same energy into his homework that he did into his b-boy skills, he’d be the perfect son. The intermediate class was always the most energetic, and for once, you were glad you were on your way out. “Has anyone seen Yixing?” You pop your head into a studio, where a few high-school students are leaned over a piano looking at sheet music.

They all bow. “I think he’s in the office.” 


Yixing is behind his desk, talking in rapid Chinese with someone on his phone. You wait patiently for him to finish, and he quickly hangs up. “Hey, babe.” He kisses you quickly, pausing for moment to let his nose brush yours. “What’s up?”

“I’m…” You pause, turning to close the door behind you for privacy. “I’m going to meet Luhan today. I ran into him at the Yeri’s wedding this weekend.”

“Oh.” Yixing’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “Where are you going?”

“For coffee.” You stare down at the counter, where your name is etched into the company logo along with Yixing’s. He knew more of you and Luhan’s relationship than you had ever thought he would, but he was understanding of it. Over time, the pain had lessened, and it wasn’t hard to love Yixing. The two of you made an excellent team, and he brought out the shy, sweeter parts of you that Luhan had never seen. What the two of you had was real, you knew that without a doubt. “I thought you should know.”

“Okay.” He nods, sitting back in his chair. “I feel like…it’s a good thing for you to meet.”

Somehow Yixing always sensed things you hesitated to say. He knew when you’d had too much to drink, when weren’t feeling well, when ghosts from your past came back to haunt you. He was more understanding than you gave him credit for.


Luhan is waiting for you at the hotel restaurant where you agreed to meet him, nursing a drink at the bar. You can tell from the blush in his cheeks he’s probably had one or two before you arrived, but you don’t say anything. “Mocha latte, please.” You tell the barista curtly, and she brings you back a cup. 

“So tell me.” He breathes deeply, staring at the ceiling. “How was it that you and Yixing came to be engaged?”

“Well…” You sigh. “I started working at a television company as a production staff member a while back. I didn’t run into Yixing until maybe a year or so after that, and he was scouting dancers to join this company that he was starting there. I had a bit more experience in the entertainment side of things, and he only had the accounting experience, so he asked if I’d be interested in working with him. We started meeting more after that…planning…talking….getting to know each other.”

“Do you love him?” Luhan asks suddenly.

“Do you love Liu Yang?” You shoot back, even though you know it’s unfair to ask. But he started it! Accusing Luhan of marrying someone he didn’t love was low…but wasn’t he accusing you of the same?

“You shouldn’t marry Yixing if you don’t love him.” Luhan says curtly. “Don’t hurt him like that.” The alcohol is making him too honest.

“You’re being judgmental.” You wrinkle your nose at him. “You married Liu Yang, didn’t you?”

He gives you a dark look. “I only want what’s best for you. You know that. I’d still like to think that we’re still friends.”

“I used to think that I wanted the best for you, too.” You bite your lip sadly. “Yet we’re sitting here arguing like this over love.”

After a bit of talking, you get up to use the restroom. You think that you’ve left Luhan at the bar, but when you come out, he’s leaning against the wall. He comes to stand directly in front of you. “I can’t do this anymore.” He says softly. His hands trace your hips, and you’re stunned. He gently presses you against the wall, touching his lips to the skin beneath your ear. Oh.

“I’m done pretending.” His breath is warm. “I don’t want to pretend this isn’t still real. That I don’t feel like this.” He runs his fingers through your hair, pulling you closer and tilting your mouth up to meet his.

“Luhan.” His name comes out in a breathless whisper, and you push his hands away, turning away before he can kiss you. What had you almost just done? “We’re about to hurt two really amazing people. I can’t do that.” His grip tightens on your hips, and suddenly he pulls you into a crushing embrace. But it isn’t passion that fuels it…it’s something else. “Lu…Lu, what’s wrong?”

“I’m getting a divorce.” He whispers. You blink at him. What did he just say?

“You’re what?”

“I’m getting a divorce. Liu Yang already left me.” He takes a deep breath, pulling away. He digs in his pocket, pulling out some papers and handing them to you. Sure enough, they are already signed by Luhan’s soon-to-be ex-wife. “What happened?” You ask, horrified. 

“I was never at home.” He sighs. “I got even busier after we got married. She always said that she was happy, but I guess she wasn’t. When I got back from my last business trip, she’d already packed her stuff, and that was month ago. She said if I didn’t sign the papers…” His voice trails off. “If I didn’t sign, she’d leave me anyway.”

“Lu…” You had no idea that she was even capable of anything like that. How bad must it have been for cheerful little Liu Yang to want to leave Luhan? “What went wrong?” You ask carefully. “You were so happy, Lu.”

“I liked her a lot…” He answers. “But I didn’t love her. Not like I love you.” You tense, feeling Luhan’s affection for you again. “I wish she wouldn’t have lied to me about being happy when she wasn’t.” Luhan admits bitterly. “She couldn’t be honest with me…not like you could.”

“Luhan, I hid the fact that I liked you for years.” Something was wrong here. You frown. He wasn’t here because he loved you. He was here because he was upset. “Luhan, you….I think you’re misunderstanding. We loved each other a lot, but you made your decision in that ballroom when I told you about my feelings. One of us was going to get hurt, and you chose her. I wasn’t mad at you–I understood. But by telling me that you love me now…you’re asking me to give up the happiness I’ve found for something I’m not even sure about anymore.”

He looks at you, his eyes full of a feeling you can’t identify. “Are you saying that you don’t love me?”

Could you deny that? The way that Luhan had hugged you and held you…that had set your heart to beating in a way it hadn’t for a long time. You still thought of Luhan often–more often that you admitted. You knew what he was implying–he wanted you to leave Yixing.

“I can’t say.” You tell him honestly. “Give me some time, Luhan, because this time, when I make my decision, neither one of us can go back.”

[One Year Later]

“Yah, _______-ah! Come on! Are you really still going over details? This is your last night out as a single woman!”

Your friends stand in the doorway glowering at you as you flip through the papers containing everything for your wedding ceremony tomorrow. You were a little nervous, but mostly really excited–your time had finally come! Tomorrow you were going to marry the man you loved more than anyone else in the world.

“How do I look?”

You twirl around in the dress you bought for the night of clubbing ahead of you–it was a sky blue mini-dress, covered in a layer of sheer black lace. “Sexy for sure.” Yeri winks, throwing you a thumbs up. “Now come on, the cab is waiting!”

Everyone files out, and you get all the way to the curb before you forget that your purse and phone are still on the table. “Hold on!” You call over all of the shouting, darting back in to get it. As you grab it, a copy of the special invitation you’d sent our flutters to the floor.

You are specially invited to the wedding ceremony of _______ and Zhang Yixing.

A note was scrawled at the bottom–you’d made a copy, just so you could have it for yourself, too.


I’m not expecting you to be there, because going to the wedding of a person you’ve loved is hard. But I’d like to think that after all we’ve been through, we can be friends, and each find our own kind of happiness too.


Okay, scenario finished! I know it was kind of long, but I’d gotten a couple of requests to do a sequel to Fated! Thank you all for your loving that scenario and my feels because I literally cannot get through angsty scenario without being a total ball of mush at the end. This is the second time (I think) that Yixing has been the reader’s choice at the end kekekekekekeke~ Am I developing a Lay bias?? I don’t know >.< I hope you enjoyed it! ~Jjangpanda

Common People, Ch. 1

 Well hello! Welcome to Common People, a My Mad Fat Diary and Pride & Prejudice crossover fic, written by slitherouter and how-ardently.

 None of this would be possible without the amazing madfatty. We are so grateful for your help and insight and most importantly, your friendship.

Common People, Ch. 1

Dear Tix,

The dreaded moment has arrived. Tomorrow morning I will be marching through the gates of hell, I mean college, ha ha, and God only knows what hellish nightmares will await me there! 

Fatty, I’m too nervous to sleep, so I’ve decided to write you a bit. I know I’ve been bad with the writing, but it’s been two weeks of craziness here in the Earl house. Even more than usual, if you can believe that. 

First, since my cousin Chloe moved into the spare bedroom, taking over my bathroom and my life, my mum is in over-drive of crazy. Between the two of them talking about diets, showing each other their shopping, and giggling over magazines, there’s not a moment of peace around here. 

I swear the only sane person in this house is Karim, and he went away to visit his family abroad so he hasn’t been around to get me through the endless hours of prattle with these two. Kitty is still a tiny little angel, but she must miss him or something, because she’s been crying and fussing so much, and it just adds to the general chaos of everything, and, well, fuck. I can’t bloody hear myself think, Tix! Makes me miss those long afternoons of sheer boredom at the hospital with everyone. Maybe I’ll check myself in again. Ha ha, no I’m kidding. I’ll never go back. I know you’d throw a flower vase at me if I did!

Anyway, all this is going on and tomorrow is college and I’m bricking it. I don’t know if I can do another two years of people saying shit and always being mean fucks to me. Can I confess something, Fatty? I’m scared shitless that the moment my foot touches college ground, everything’ll start up again, and it’ll only take the world five minutes to destroy all the work that I’ve done on myself. All the progress, everything I fought for in therapy, the stuff Kester taught me… that all of it will just go poof the second someone puts me down.

Cause, yes, I know I’m brilliant, and you know I’m brilliant, but the rest of the world doesn’t give a fuck. And I know I’ve got so much going for me, and yeah, I’m a great person. But put me in those social situations, and all that is just irrelevant. People look at me and all they see is A BLOB. I think that I’m maybe strong enough now to stand up to people who take the piss, use my wit to give as good as I get. But I’m scared, Fatty, that actually, it really doesn’t matter how brilliant I am. Doesn’t matter how many witty put downs I have in my arsenal. The other person could always say, “Yeah? Well, you’re fat”. And they’ll be right, and I’ll be done. 

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Red Sky at Morning - Part 1

Word Count: 1684

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Language

Series Rewrite Masterlist

You were on your way to interview someone for a new case Dean had found. A young woman drowned in her shower. Not the bathtub, the shower. The ride so far had been tense silence. You knew Dean knew something happened. He checked the colt regularly. It was just one of the weird little things he did.

“So I’ve been waiting since Maple Springs.” Dean broke the silence. “Either of you got something to tell me?”

“It’s not your birthday.” You shrugged.

“No.” Dean glared at you with a look that yelled ‘don’t play dumb with me.”

“Happy Purim?” Sam laughed. “Dude I don’t know. I have no idea what you’re talking about – “

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Babygate is NOT to closet Louis

I think babygate wasn’t created to further closet Louis, its main goal is to make the most damage possible to the fandom and specially the Larries.

Well it’s a one stone two birds situation actually. But the closet isn’t the focus.

Watching everything happen this past few weeks with babygate got me wondering why would Simon want to closet Louis further if he’s on his way out? What would he gain from it? It seemed like just a petty vendetta and it would all go down when/if Louis came out, so it didn’t make sense to me cause Simon is all about the money. Then I saw a post about how History is flopping as a single (big surprise right?) and watched hell breaking lose after Louis’ IG photo dropped and how it affected everyone and that’s when it clicked. Simon is trying to dismantle the fanbase so when the boys can officially leave him they’ll have virtually no fans (compared to before) to come back to after the break and it’s working.

Since the boys are leaving Simon he wants to break the fandom apart, especially the Larries that are arguably the majority and the most vocal and supportive part of the fandom, in order to sabotage them and their new team by taking away their money source and well their fanbase. And I hate to admit but it’s fucking genius, seeing how a lot of people have left since the beginning of babygate (larries and non-larries) particularly during this last week, it’s hard to see how NT can clean this mess up. The damage is done.

This makes sense to me because it hurts 1D where their money is. Besides, it finally explains all the gaslighting and the sloppy job they’re doing organizing this stunt. It’s not supposed to work as closeting, it’s supposed to smear Louis’ image to the fandom and the other boys by association, to drive people away, to put us against each other, to make us hate being a 1D fan and a Larrie.

Luckily we can see Louis and the NT are fighting back and trying to undermine 1dhq’s official narrative.

I also believe they’re trying to break 1D down to build Zayn up. That’s where they’re attracting the fans to. That’s why he can release new music so soon and the reason it seemed so easy for him to leave 1D without contractual sanctions. It’s not a coincidence every babygate punch as followed closely by Zayn promo. They’re basically telling the fans, see 1D is done, they’re on a break they won’t come back from, their music is flopping, Louis is having a baby with some random girl, Harry is going on yacht trips and fucking every model he encounters oh and he’s going solo too, Liam is making solo music about 3 somes (why isn’t he going solo?), Niall just wants to go to sports matches, they’re not even friends anymore they’re never together and don’t forget Larry is dead it was never alive. But here have a shiny new hot idol, but wait he’s not so new, it’s Zayn! Remember Zayn? You already like him and now he’s even more successful than that other flop group he was a part of. Before someone say I’m hating on Zayn, let me make myself clear, I’m not, I’m not saying this is anyway Zayn’s fault or his doing, really, this is all Simon’s work in my opinion, after all Zayn is still under syco/simco, right? He’s just another piece on Simon’s game.

Well, that’s it. Please feel free to add to this post.

Look @colethania I made a post about it lol. We’ve been talking about this for a while now and I finally decided to put the idea out there.

I’m gonna tag @lesbianslovelouis maybe you’ll have something to say about it?

Hearing!Verse: Homecoming


Anonymous asked you: omg. we need more daddy!klaine in the hearing verse. so fcking beautiful. bravo.

The lovely DinoJay made this amazing artwork to go along with the story! 


Over the last four years, Kurt’s grown accustomed to the unpredictable hours of Hollywood. He’s never been a stranger to hard work before, but at least on Broadway, there had been set hours for the most part. Once a show was into performances, his schedule was set in stone. He was always home for breakfast with the girls and Monday night date night with Blaine. Things were crazy, but they were manageable. Predictable. 

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Memories, an Olicity fic

            She sees the scars, some more faint than others, but still fresh – not the ones that she had committed to memory over the years. The mosaic of purple is splashed across the thin torso in seemingly random places, but she knows that the locations are all strategic.  The thought of a boot slamming into an organ makes her bite her lip and Felicity reaches down to him.

            That’s when she sees the eyes – hollowed out with no glimmer of steel that she’s come to associate with him. In fact, there’s no sign of a soul inside those green eyes and she drops to her knees.


            Her fingers reach out, wanting to brush against skin – a touch would bring her hope that he hasn’t been carved out methodically. A cut here, a kick over here, a jolt of electricity right fucking there, for days that stretched into months until all that makes Oliver the Arrow, no, Oliver Queen were washed out with the blood, saliva, and tears. A bucket of water poured out onto the concrete floor, the muddied liquid twisting like a tornado until it gets sucked into the large drain with a glop, to cleanse the evidence of the murder of a soul.

            He shrinks away as if he’s still trapped with no room to go anywhere, wrenching his head back only so far because he thinks there’s no space to move.

            That’s when Felicity knows he’s broken – completely and irreparably so.



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Submit: Calling it?

Hi gals!  

I’ve been out of town (hence away from tumblr) for the past 4 days and was hoping that would give me some off time to get my zen back…  So, for the past weekend or so, all I checked was my inbox, and the only news I got on Benedict were the rumour that he wouldn’t be attending the SAGs, and of course the articles about him and Sophie sending their wedding invitations via e-mail (so classy that).

The e-mailed-invitations-thing was pretty easy to deduce for me actually.  I didn’t believe it for a single moment.  I could never for the life of me imagine that Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch (and all that his family name entails) would ever stoop so low as to invite his friends, immediate and extended family to his much-anticipated (one can only presume) wedding to his blushing bride-to-be and soon-to-be mother of his child (I’ll get to that later) via…………. e-mail??!?!??!!?!?

I don’t care HOW environmentally conscious or thrifty he supposedly is; it is out of the realm of reality  to imagine anyone so posh going to such lengths to save on natural resources or postage or both….

Not to mention that I can’t help but wonder here:   If the mirror is privy to such astonishing information, why don’t they also inform us when this magical, romantic, storybook, and (one can only assume) shotgun wedding is going to take place?  I can only assume that the nannies who are so keen to wish well on the bride and groom to be would be ecstatic to find out at least the date and location.  Imagine how much THEY would be able to save on postage for their gifts and consequently have more money to spare to donate to the charity of the bride’s choice.

As to the SAG awards, I have to admit I was floored to read that Ben wouldn’t be attending.  From what he has shown us over the years, there is nothing he takes more seriously than his career (apart from family), and I can only imagine the reaction that HW must have had at the news.  However, after reading some of your comments, I have come up with my ultimate theory regarding this clusterf*%k.

I believe that this will mark the beginning of the end for the enGAGment.  In my mind, SH was hired as a red carpet accessory/girlfriend by HW and at the beginning BC went along with it because… why not?  He could kill so many birds with one stone just by parading around with a beautiful/well-educated/posh/(so)-avant-(much)-garde fellow artiste on his arm while on the Oscar trail.  What neither BC, nor HW predicted though was how much of a famewhore the english rose would turn out to be.  Every time I picture the astonishment on BC’s face when he saw that engorged belly at the PSIFF, I can’t help but shudder….

So, in my mind, BC was totally clueless as to the ace SH was prepared to pull to stay in the limelight longer.  I believe it was from that point on that BC started going off script on the GAG, started to make it a point not to touch her skin if it could be in any way avoided, and in general started giving us the dead-eyed-stare.  That can explain everything from the inopportune cumberbombs to the cringe-worthy attempt to announce to the world that he’s an expectant father, to the bin-gate, to the sad, sad eyes.

And that brings me to the out he concocted along with HW.  I know most of you don’t like this idea, but bear with me for a second.

As I’ve never entertained the idea that SH is carrying his child (her drinking and bingate for me draw a moat in the sand, as opposed to a mere line), in my mind there never really existed any way out apart from the fake miscarriage scenario.  If we’d just been left to our own devices and were merely speculating on the size of an ever inflating-deflating-inflating-alien-baby-bump, I could see them passing it off as indigestion…  But having heard the words “expectant father” from the horse’s mouth, the only possible outcomes are two:  either Sophie really IS pregnant and we’re collectively blind, or Sophie is NOT pregnant and she’s going to have to undergo a fake miscarriage.

Dispicable?  Sure…

Benedict’s fault?  I’m not so sure anymore.  If I were BC and I had agreed to play along with this sham, I too would feel cornered once she showed up with a flowy dress and a pillow stuffed where her waist should have been.  I would have fought tooth and nail to put an end to the rumours of a baby, and insisted that she wear something form-fitting to the GGs.  How it went from that to video-bombing AL’s interview and letting the world know that he’s going to be a daddy…  I don’t want to know.  (I really do, but I really really really hope to never have to find out)

Plus, I believe that it has recently come to his full attention that the impact of this whole sham on his fanbase is going to be devastatingly hard to come back from.  If he cuts his losses now, he can still walk away with half of his fanbase (the nannies) beside themselves with heartbreak over the tragedy that will befall him and the other half (the skeptics) somewhat disgusted by his duplicitous nature but deep down relieved that he didn’t go through with the full spectre of the sham…

So, I have officially done a 360 here.  When the engagement announcement was made, I was happy for Ben to find true love.  When the first red carpet  photos came through, I was a tad suspicious.  When I heard that dead voice talk about “where his forevermore is”, I was worried.  When the GGs came around, I was livid with him for trying to put one up on us.  When she visited the Sherlock set, I was furious at the sacrilege.  And now that he’s finally borrowed that third testicle from you Ballsy, I’m secretly hoping that said testicle is going to align his spine and rid the world of yet another famewhore who’s desperate to get photographed next to a man she doesn’t even seem to tolerate.

So, I’m calling it.  I believe that his absence from the SAGs was a combination between:

-I’m not a performing monkey, and although I forgot that for a while, I’m done!

-I’m shooting Sherlock, it’s what made me, it’s my work, piss off!

-I’m slowly but surely becoming a laughing stock, and I’ve really worked too hard to get to this point.  If I’m going to lose anyway, what’s the point?

-It really IS an honour just to be nominated for an Oscar; I should quit while I’m ahead…

I fully expect an announcement within the next few days that Sophie is having troubles with the pregnancy and Benedict putting on a brave face through it all.  When it’s all done, I expect he’ll turn up to setlock without a hitch as “the show must go on / the only way I can cope with this tragedy is through my work” etc.  I also expect Sophie not to attend any more red carpets due to her being under the weather.  Perhaps Benedict won’t attend the BAFTAs as well, due to his spirit being crushed.  Come Oscar time, I expect her to stay in the UK and Wanda to be by his side all the way.  And a couple of months later, I expect him to be papped with some nameless beauty by his side and him (having learned by past mistakes) to finally keep his private life, PRIVATE.

Sorry to take up sooooooo much space, but I have finally come back from the dark side (I’m the one that was hoping he wouldn’t get an Oscar last week) and can start rooting for Ben again.

Thanks for your patience.