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100 reasons to love Philip Michael Lester

Dan’s appreciation post

I’d like 2017 to be the year we really show our appreciation, and honestly there are so many reasons to love him and who said showing a little extra love and appreciation would be a bad thing? So I present to you, 100 reasons to love Philip Michael Lester a.k.a. @amazingphil! Don’t hesitate to add to the list!

  1. His name is literally my aesthetic, as is everything about him!
  2. He is British and can do more than one British accent (Surrey and Northern, specifically. Yes, Britain has loads of different accents.)
  3. As a certain someone once said, his eyes are so beautiful “you could go swimming in them”…
  4. …however according to said person, they are also “green, blue and yellow”.
  5. He looks equally handsome with black, dark blue and ginger/brownish hair.
  6. His name means ‘lover of horses’, yet in typical Phil-fashion he happens to have a fear of horses instead.
  7. Most of the time looks like the softest angel bean…
  8. …however the rest of the time he is devilishly handsome and makes ovaries explode (sorry about the last bit, it had to be said).
  9. His laugh is better than the sweetest symphony…
  10. …and his smile is brighter than the sun.
  11. Those cheekbones… I can’t even…
  12. He loves anime and is a massive weeaboo *falls even more in love*.
  13. He always knows what to say to brighten up anyone’s day.
  14. He is the sweetest, most charming, most charismatic person I could ever hope to meet.
  15. He loves animals and dogs, which makes him an even better person (which I didn’t think was possible).
  16. He’s really fucking intelligent…
  17. …and he doesn’t need two university degrees to prove it (although he has those as well)…
  18. …not to mention he’s pretty damn wise, with some of the best philosophies I’ve ever heard (PHILosophies! Ha, ha… I’ll let myself out).
  19. He actually makes an effort, and a huge one at that, to engage with his audience, unlike many YouTubers out there.
  20. He has common sense. Might not sound like a good reason, but honestly, I’ve learned the hard way that many people out there have no fucking clue about anything in life so I’ve come to appreciate those who do a hell of a lot more.
  21. His compassion, love and care meters are somewhere around the ∞ level.
  22. He has a great sense of humour, and that’s not as easy to come by as it might sound.
  23. He’s been doing YouTube for over a decade now! He’s literally a dinosaur, but an immortal dinosaur.
  24. Y’all, I’m starting to wonder if he’s a vampire. Perfect pale skin, hella fine teeth and he literally hasn’t aged.
  25. He’s unapologetic in his quirkiness.
  26. ‘Self-confidence’ is his middle name.
  27. His origin story… oh my god. A fucking cereal box? Why haven’t Marvel or DC requested permission to release Phil Striker merch, comics and movies?!
  28. He’s too damn patient and I love it so much it almost annoys me.
  29. He’s always willing to listen to others, which is a skill may people never learn and suffer for it.
  30. Y’all know that his best friend is the memelord, Daniel James Howell.
  31. They’re polar opposites but at the same time they couldn’t be more alike.
  32. They’ve done so much together, I can’t even right now…
  33. Like, can you say that you’ve made a game with your BFFL?
  34. Can you say that the two of you have released a chart-topping single (The Internet Is Here)?
  35. That you’ve written two books together that are full of all-round goodness?
  36. Done a BBC Radio 1 show together?
  37. Made a mobile game together?
  38. Written a script for a full-scale, high-budget stage show together?
  39. Taken that stage show around the world and met so many of your fans together?
  40. Made said stage show into two movies together?
  41. Didn’t think so. There are tons more, but I don’t wanna be here a month later still writing them and miss out on their uploads, so let’s all agree that they’ve done so many things throughout their history.
  42. They got PewDiePie himself calling them YouTube’s Power Duo. That’s like being fucking knighted by the king or queen!
  43. People say that a friendship that can last seven years can last a lifetime. Guess how long they’ve been friends? SEVEN YEARS, five of which they’ve been living together!
  44. I mean, literally every justgirlythings post about friendship can apply to them. #friendshipgoals
  45. He’s a giant. He’s 6 feet tall. No explanation needed.
  46. He looks hot with and without glasses…
  47. …well, he looks hot all the time and it’s not fair.
  48. He’s always made an effort to keep things friendly for people of all backgrounds and ages…
  49. …yet he still remains true to who he is and what he makes.
  50. Clickbait on his channel? Nuh-uh, bitch.
  51. I’ve just realised that he made me swear more in this one than in the one I wrote for Dan, which is kind of ironic but it makes me love him even more so fuck it, I’m writing it down.
  52. ‘Sell-out?’ Who is she, I don’t know her.
  53. He really appreciates us and everyone around him. I’m love.
  54. He’s won awards, including his own one at the first BONCAs, Creator of the Year.
  55. His acceptance speech was really inspiring and also remained classically ‘him’.
  56. “I’ve spent the majority of 2016 with another person, Dan Howell… so I think it’s only fair that he comes up here and shares this award with me.”
  57. “What would happen if we did go further apart?” “I think the universe would rip in half, let’s not try that.”
  58. My point? If Phil isn’t selfless then selfless doesn’t exist.
  59. His accidental and not-so-accidental (because come on, not all of them can be accidents) innuendos.
  60. He’s inspired art and creativity in people who otherwise would have no way to express it.
  61. He’s inspired people to keep on going and persevering with life, and in doing so has saved millions of lives…
  62. …not to mention he’s done it in a new and different way to what would normally be expected of life-savers (making videos)…
  63. …so you heard it here guys: he is officially a pioneer AND a hero.
  64. His voice is really relaxing to listen to.
  65. He is an innocent angel who must be protected…
  66. …but we all know that secretly he is a dirty-minded, flirtatious lil’ devil.
  67. Charities must love him because boy, has he given them a lot of money.
  68. He is an extremely hard-worker and he doesn’t procrastinate (not to say procrastination’s a bad thing, but as someone who does it constantly I can tell you it’s not fun).
  69. He’s loads of fun at parties, from what we can tell. Who doesn’t love a party animal?
  70. He directly avoids drama. God bless him (because God sure as hell ain’t blessing me).
  71. He has never said a harsh word to or harmed anyone or anything in any way.
  72. Bless his gentle soul in general.
  73. He’s loyal and honest - loyalty and honesty are something we need more of.
  74. Arrogance? Never heard of her.
  75. He’s not afraid to admit to his mistakes and imperfections (I mean I think he’s as close to perfect as you can get, but his willingness to show his faults makes him even better).
  76. He is talented, people. Want me to spell it out? T-A-L-E-N-T-E-D.
  77. His sympathy and kindness levels are… actually, I was gonna say through the roof, but I’m looking now and not even aeroplanes can see them, they’re so high.
  78. Why am I so sassy in this post when it’s Phil, not Dan, we’re talking about? Eh, I’ll take it, and I love it too.
  79. Come to think of it, he can actually be pretty sassy when he wants to be.
  80. He’s seen and learned so much over the years, all of which he’s been willing to share with us and teach us.
  81. He’s also been through a lot, y’know. His best friend from university died, yet he remains happy and optimistic because he knows his friend would want him to be.
  82. The above point is the literal definition of ‘courage’, which is him in a nutshell.
  83. Actually you can’t fit him into a nutshell because he’s so complex and infinite.
  84. I can never decide whether he’s the sun (bright; giving and inspiring life)…
  85. …or the moon (mysterious; always watching over the world) but either works, I guess.
  86. He’s so accepting of diversity and variety, it’s amazing (puns for days).
  87. “You know what I say? You should never make fun of something a person can’t change about himself”…
  88. …but what makes it funny is that he goes on to make fun of Dan for having deep dimples, which is something he can’t change about himself (something Dan points out).
  89. Honestly the banter and domestic moments between him and his buddy are just really cute, so fuck it, I’m writing it down.
  90. He deserves so much, you cannot comprehend it, but he never asks us or anyone else for anything.
  91. He is really trusting of those around him, and in turn he is really trustworthy.
  92. He’s literally psychic:
  93. …”Some guy is gonna come into my life, an energetic warrior. He has a hasty personality and is really quick to love or hate.”
  94. …”I wish for pandas to mate and increase in population.” “My panda wish came true!”
  95. Bonus points for making his wish be saving the pandas. You can’t not love him for that.
  96. He’s grown really thick thicc (metaphorical) skin and is as immune to negativity as you can get.
  97. His music taste is… *nodding* yes.
  98. Nerd galore, people! I love it!
  99. His moral compass is on point (geddit?).
  100. He is the purest man alive and he has done so much for me personally and many others out there. Thank you for existing, Phil, and always remain true to yourself, as you have taught us to do.
  101. Come on, 100 reasons is not nearly enough. There are an infinite number of reasons to love him, but everything has a start or beginning.

On this day in music history: April 15, 1972 - “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” by Roberta Flack hits #1 on the Billboard Hot 100 for 6 weeks, also topping the Adult Contemporary chart for 6 weeks on April 1, 1972, and peaking at #4 on the R&B singles chart on May 20, 1972. Written by Ewan MacColl, it is the first chart topping single for the singer, songwriter and musician from Black Mountain, NC. Originally written by Scottish folk singer Ewan MacColl (the father of singer/songwriter Kirsty MacColl) in 1957 for his future wife Peggy Seeger (the sister of folk music legend Pete Seeger), while the pair are having an affair, and while MacColl is married to someone else. Roberta Flack at some point hears the song, and begins performing it on evening and weekend gigs at night clubs in Washington DC (during the week she works as a teacher). She also records “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” for her 1969 debut album “First Take”. When the album is first released, it and the song attracts little notice. Then in 1971, actor and first time director Clint Eastwood hears Flack’s rendition, feeling that it will perfectly underscore a scene in his film “Play Misty For Me”. He acquires the rights from Atlantic Records to use it in the film. Once the film is released, the audience reaction is immediate and overwhelmingly positive, with people literally going from movie theaters to record stores looking for the song. Atlantic quickly prepares an edited version of the nearly five and a half minute track and rush releases it as a single. Entering the Hot 100 at #77 on March 4, 1972, “Face” rockets to the top of the chart six weeks later. The single wins two Grammy Awards including Record and Song Of The Year, and is ranked as the number one single of 1972 by Billboard Magazine. “The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face” is certified Gold in the US by the RIAA.


I’ve been wearing the same black bathing suit from Target for like 5 years and I think it’s time to take it up a notch. Obviously, bathing suits are literally the worst, most unflattering garments to buy, and this is exacerbated when you are in possession of a pair of massive breasts. It’s so complicated! Sometimes underwire in a one-piece just makes things worse and more uncomfortable? But I need to suck it up and find something because it’s basically summer and I live 20 minutes from the beach. Also I’m staying in a suite with two balcony hot tubs on my honeymoon and I plan to look and feel incredible. 


Left to right, by line:

Gibson and Latimer – $82

Nautica – $98

Anne Cole – $54

Modcloth – $85 

Lands End – $129

Calipige – $149

Final Cut : London

Originally posted by nojemmyproteste

YOUTUBER HARRY! I wanted to try something new so let me know if you like this :) Masterlist has been updated in my description! x

Harry: Is there any battery left in this?

You: Yes! I told you I charged it last night and it’s already recording, H!

Harry: Oh! Erm, riiight, I guess I’m just going to have to edit that bit out. 

You: *You roll your eyes but stifle a laugh at him*

Harry: Hello! I’m back at home from Liam’s house, where we just filmed an amazing collab video that you can check out on his page, I will put it in the space down below.

Harry: Anyways, I apologise for this being a bit later than usual but if ever Y/N and I have to be apart for a while, our first day back is usually technology free, and yesterday we were with my family for some quality time, so that explains that.

Harry: As you might’ve seen in the previous videos or from social media, I just got back from the states and Y/N from The Netherlands. It was a bit colder in L.A. than I expected and it rained quite a bit actually. *Frowns* However, because Y/N was so wonderful and insisted on me packing a few jumpers, I’m fine. *Turns the camera to you*

Harry: She’s lovely, isn’t she? Unfortunately, she caught the flu on her train ride back so she’s feeling a bit under the weather.

You: And looking under the weather. *You pout*

Harry: *Scoffs* Nonsense. I still think you’re adorable, even with the little flu nose you’ve got on. *Boops your nose*

You: *Blow a kiss to the camera, causing Harry to chuckle before swiveling it back to him*

Harry: We’re both cozy in bed at the moment, Y/N’s searching for a film to watch on Netflix. If you’ve got any recommendations for one on either that site or any other site, please comment it below or tweet us. I believe we’ve gone through most of the good ones. 

You: I think that’s a bit of a sign, actually.

Harry: Hm? *Focuses camera on you*

You: We’ve burned through most of the decent ones in such little time, so I think that sort of shows that we’re spending too much time in bed watching films.

Harry: Like you’d rather be anywhere else but in bed with me. *Winks*

You: Oh my god! You better edit that out! *Slaps his arm*

Harry: *Throws his head back laughing* Only joking, my love. 

You: If only your viewers knew how cheeky you were behind the scenes, my God Harry. 

Harry: You said my cheekiness is one of my best features. 

You: I said being cheeky is one of the things you’re best at, I didn’t say I loved it. 

Harry: But I know you enjoy it. 

You: Think what you’d like. But you should stop flattering yourself and get on with what you were vlogging! You’ve wasted a good two minutes just by us arguing about your cheekiness.

Harry: Which you love.

You: *Smacks him with a pillow*  That, you can keep in the final cut.

Harry: *Shakes his head with a laugh* She is right, though. I do think whenever we’ve got some free time, we’re spending it in front of a screen. I think once Y/N’s feeling better, we’ll do some exploring around London? I ‘aven’t filmed something like that for London yet.

Harry: *Turns to you* You alright with that, darling?

You: Sounds fantastic. I wish I hadn’t sat next to that one lady with her small child, he kept sneezing and coughing the entire ride and didn’t cover his mouth!

Harry: But the little boy was cute, though, she took photos with him despite the spread of the flu. I personally think it was worth the illness.

You: You’d literally do anything to be with children.

Harry: They’re my people. We carry the same love for boxed juice.

You: *Sighs* I’m in love with a man who takes his juice from a minuscule carton. 

Harry: That’s me. *Attempts to wink*

Harry: Anyways, I think that’s enough filming for today. I promise the next video however, will be much more entertaining and visually pleasing than me just giving you updates. 

You: I’m excited already to get some shots of London.

Harry: *Smiles at you before looking into the camera* I can tell she’s already mentally planning on where we should film. I’m excited as well, though.

You: But if you’ve got any ideas on where we should go, tweet us those as well!

Harry: Alright, erm, I think I’ll be seeing you all in a few days, once she’s feeling better and we get some good shots of the city. Thank you for watching, we love you. 

Harry: *Turns camera around to you* Isn’t she still gorgeous? Baby, say bye to everyone.

You: Ta Ta for now! *Blows another kiss*

Harry: *Grins whilst waving goodbye*

“Well that was informative.” He declares, setting the Canon camera down on the coffee table in front of him.

You share a smile, “I think it went well. That’s a good idea though, doing a vlog around London.”

“I glanced around the room and noticed our photo from the O2 and realised that we haven’t been around London together in a while.”

Before you can reply, you’re beset with coughs, veering away from Harry in an attempt to not spread the sickness. 

“I hate being sick.” You choke out before grabbing a tissue, a sneeze creeping on you.

He chuckles at your shriveled state, going over to peck your forehead. “I don’t think anyone enjoys it. But I’m going to be taking care of you, so just relax, my love.”

“Mm,” You shake your head, “I remember when I was younger I’d used to wish I got sick. The teachers were so much more leanient with homework plus it was an excuse to stay home with a blanket and some tissues in front of the TV.”

“You still do that now.”

“Yes, but back then no one frowned upon it! It looked productive!” 

Harry lets out a chortle at your words, “I suppose I’m guilty of that as well. I remember when I had strep throat I was confined at home but equally as thankful because that same day I had a maths exam which I was never prepared for.”

“Awh,” You giggle, “I can just imagine eleven year old Harry, sitting at home with relief despite the raging infection that comes with strep throat.”

“Gemma used to stand at the doorway of my bedroom with some biscuits and apple juice, taunting me because I feeling too terrible to swallow anything.” He pouts.

“But it’s alright, because she caught it a week later.”


Harry: Always lovely riding the tube at the same time everyone’s trying to get to work. Note the sarcasm. *Rolls his eyes*

You: It’s still better than us going through traffic though.

Harry: *Looks to you* That’s true. We would’ve driven but parking would’ve been even more annoying so we’d rather suffer through the rush anyways. You see what we do for you guys? *Laughs*

You: A full day around London, what to do, what to do.

Harry: Y/N was going to plan the day around for us but we said let’s scrap that and go wherever felt right for the day. So, *Turns camera around to you* where to, my love?

You: I’ve got no idea, actually. *You both laugh*

Harry: Right now we’re on Monmouth street to get some coffee, but I dunno what we’ll do after that so let’s hope for the best.

You: We can look through twitter! I think I saw some on where we should go.

Harry: *Eyes widen* Problem solved, I think.

A laugh is again shared between your bodies once Harry stops recording. You then pull out your phone and ready snapchat for a quicker update to your viewers.

“Hello! H and I are now going ‘round London so if you can, please come say hi! We’d love to meet you all.” You grin, poking your boyfriend so that he does as well. The ten seconds are up and you share it to your story just in time to meet the doors of Monmouth Coffee.

“Where to after this?” Harry asks, blowing softly at the scalding cup in his hand.

You shrug, “I’ll look through Twitter. I did want to check out the film museum?” 

“Where’s that?”

“It’s like a ten minute walk from here, nine I think according to google maps. They’ve got that “Bond-In-Motion” exhibit which I think you’d love, all his cars from the last fifty years. You suggest, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

His dimples turn up as he nods, “Wherever you’d like, my love.”


Harry: We’re now walking to the the London Film Museum to see the Bond In Motion exhibit, loads of cool cars apparently.

You: Fifty cars, fifty years. According to the website. *Winks, Harry laughs*

Harry: I think I should mention though, last night I spent some time on Buzzfeed, looking for some fantastic puns. I’ve narrowed it down to the best ones and am going to share it with you.

You: *Rolls your eyes* He literally went through hundreds, calling me every few seconds like, “Hey babe, how bout this one, “Why was the stadium hot after the game?”

Harry: “Because all the fans left!” See love, I told you that was a good one!

You: *Stares directly into the camera with a straight face* These are his true colours. 

Harry: *Laughs*

You: Seriously! I see on Twitter, some account added him on a thread of “Daddy”-like people. He relates more to a rainbow-coloured stuffed bear than anything else.

Harry: Daddy-like?

You: You know what I’m talking about, right?

Harry: I will after I google it.

You: I’m telling you all, RBB.

Harry: ‘ere we are! *Swivels camera to show the front entrance and other scenery*

You: I think we’ve got a couple fans here, they’re coming towards us now.

Harry: *Shuts off camera*

“Hi there!” He beams at the guy and girl in front of you two.

“I’m Darren and this is my girlfriend Katie.” The fashionably dressed man reports. 

You smile, sticking your arms out for a hug. “Lovely to meet you both.”

Katie looks to you both excitedly, “I’ve been a fan for years now and just got Darren into it several months ago. I’m so happy we’ve run into you!”

“Aw, you guys are so sweet! Thank you!” You chuckle.

“D’ya mind if we put you in the vlog? So that you’ll have something to look back on this day for.” Harry asks, switching the camera on again.

The girl nods, “Sounds perfect.”

Harry: So this is Darren and Katie who we’ve just met. Wonderful people.

Darren & Katie: *Waves enthusiastically.*

Harry: It’s really nice to be able to meet you all like this. Sometime soon I promise we’ll organise a meet up.

Harry: Alright, Covent Garden. *Shifts camera to show surroundings*

You: We got really hungry after an hour and a half in the museum with only some coffee in our stomachs.

Harry: It was really cool in there though. I remember when I was younger, I spent a day with my dad watching all of the older Bond films, the good ones. It was one particular day in the summer and I think back to that day every time I see a Bond film today.

*You smile, leaning your head into Harry’s chest*

You: We’re now standing in line for Shake Shack. H has been craving it for days now and won’t stop talking about it, so here we are to make a twenty-two year old’s dreams come true.

Harry: *Tries to wink into camera* She made my dreams come true.

You: *While attempting to keep a straight face* He’s paid me.

Harry: All jokes here at the CG.

You: Oh my god, Harry. Stop calling it the CG, no one calls it that!

Harry: You’ve got no way of knowing that. There could be some people out there, or who knows. I might start it now.

You: *Rolls eyes* No one is going to pick up on that.

Harry: *Pretends to look at you menacingly* That’s not making my dreams come true.

You: *Steps up to peck his lips* I love you anyways.

Harry: *Tries to be serious* Mhm. *Eventually turns off camera and kisses you again*

“Y/N? Harry?” You hear from behind. Shifting around, you find a fan excitedly eyeing the two of you. She steps closer as you both grin, ready for a hug.

“I was just watching your snapchat update Y/N and I was like oh my god, they’re at the film museum, I have to meet them! But when I got there you guys were already gone so I thought to go to Shake Shack for a comfort custard and here you are!” The fan finishes her rambling as Harry pulls the camera out.

“Well I’m glad you’ve found us, really means a lot that you’d come out to say hello.” He smiles warmly. 

“So what’s your name, love? I really enjoy your outfit by the way, very cute” You compliment, causing her to blush and mumble a reply.

“I’m Angela, and thank you so much! I love yours as well, as always.”

Harry uncaps the lens of his Canon camera. “Would you want to be part of the vlog, Angela?”

The girl nods vigorously. “I’d be honoured to.”


Harry: Where are we, baby? *focusing camera on both you and the view in front of you*

You: At the top of Heron Tower! 

Harry: We’re about to eat at Duck and Waffle, which is a restaurant recommended by Darren and Katie, some of the fans whom we met earlier.

You: I’ve been wanting to try this place for a while but always forget to bring it up when H asks what I want for dinner.

Harry: We probably go through about fifty different types of restaurants before she can decide.

You: *Shrugs* I know I’m hungry when you ask me but I can’t be bothered to think of what for.

Harry: Anyways, this place is apparently the highest twenty-four hour restaurant in… all of Europe? I think. I’ll check in a bit.

You: It’s forty floors high, according to the site.

Harry: They’ve got these sick views downtown London. *Moves camera 180 degrees*

*Food is served minutes later*

Harry: I think Y/N was feeling adventurous and got the actual duck and waffle. But I can’t say I disagree with her, it looks amazing. *Zooms in on your plate*

Harry: Right, we’ll get back to you all in a few short moments. *Puts time-lapse for the rest of the meal*


Harry: We’ve just got home from that very eventful day, loads of walking so now my feet sort of hurt. 

You: If you’re planning to visit, London is a ridiculously walk-able city despite having a rep. for bad weather. I feel like the most rewarding part about this place is that you don’t even need to have a certain destination in mind because almost everywhere you walk will be interesting in itself.

Harry: *Nods* If you’ve watching everything up until now, you’ll notice that most of the footage is us walking from place to place, actually.

You: Speaking of that, thank you for watching this video.

Harry: I’ll um, I’ll link our social media below if you’d like more recent updates and we hope you’ve enjoyed this one. *Smiles*

You: Let us know where else you’d like to see or what else you’d want us to do. We really love hearing back from you all.

Harry: See you all in a bit.

“That’s a lot of editing we’re going to have to do later.” Your laugh turns into a groan.

“Yeah,” Harry sets the camera down before turning to you, “but they’re memories. Someday, when we’re in our fifties, we’re going to get to look back at this and be glad we did them.”

You cuddle him closer, resting a palm on his chest. “Today really was amazing.”

“I think my favourite part was meeting a few fans. We always see them through a screen but to have them tell you that you’re their favourite YouTuber in person is like nothin’ else.” He sighs, laying his head on top of yours.

“I know, right. Even meeting Angela, who gave us little stuffed bears when she found out we were in Covent Garden when we took our little detour there. They’re all so beautiful.”

A comfortable silence fills the room as you two ponder back on the day’s events, occasionally smiling at the little things.



He gazes down at you, “What song should I do next?”

You peek up at him through sleepy eyes, “For a video?” He only nods.

“Erm.. I don’t know. What made you want to film another one so quickly?”

“I just remembered what Angela said, how I should post another of me singing with the lads. Apparently a bunch of fans were tweetin’ around, asking for another one like that.”

With a sigh, you lift your body upwards to be eye level with his own. “I think you guys should as well. I’ll get back to you on that song though, Maybe do one of the original ones you wrote, like If I Could Fly. That one is my favourite.

He smiles to himself, “I saw another fan say we should be on X Factor.”

“That sounds perfect, actually.”

His gaze meets the ground. “I’m a bit insecure about it though, I dunno if we’d even get through auditions.”

A hand of yours reaches over to course through his hair before running down to his jaws, cupping them gently. You throw a smile to him. “I think you guys would make it much further than just through auditions.”

“I just don’t want to make it far, get our hopes up then not win. That’s incredibly painful.” Harry then frowns at the notion of it.

You peck tenderly, staring straight into the green irises you’ve fallen so deeply for. 

“Even if you boys don’t win the X Factor, you’ll win the world. That, I can promise.”

I only kiss on dates

The autumn wind tickled your barely visible face, your white wool scarf covering nearly everything but your eyes and nose. Your camel coat hugged your body, making you feel so cosy and keeping you warm. Clutching your fresh cup of coffee you stroll through the busy London streets admiring your surroundings. Newly moved here from a relatively small remote village from Ireland, the pace of, well everything, amazes you. No one acknowledging one another, being too preoccupied with their own work load or some thing or another. You had today off, your teaching job letting you stay home during the weekends. 

Your small frame made everyone look like a giant compared to you. At only five foot two nearly everyone towered over you. You weren’t that bothered about it anymore, growing used to, and loving your petite curvy body just the way it is. You had a body to kill for, and with the gym visits lately your health radiating through made you look a million bucks. After enjoying your walk, you start making your way home, set on grading the last 5 essays for this semester. On your way home you pick up a bottle of wine, to enjoy with your dinner later.

You get home to a text from Eleanor telling you you’re all going out tonight. By all she means you, her and about a dozen other friends from college. You and Eleanor have been friends since you were 15 and 10 years later the friendship is still as strong as it was a decade prior.After your recent break up you’re not really looking for anything too serious, making your visits to the club with your friends a lot more fun. Heck, you’re only 25 if you can’t live now, then when? And with that, you waste no time replying, telling her to come to your apartment at around 9. You make yourself that dinner, wash it down with a glass of wine and enjoy your cat’s company for a while before heading to your bedroom to start getting ready. 

You start the shower and blast some music on your speaker while you wash yourself. It was tradition after all. After getting out, you decide t pick your outfit while your body dries off. You settled on a red body con midi length dress, stopping just above the knee, with a pair of nude pumps you wore way too much. That dress made your skin look a caramel color, and made your chocolate brown locks look divine. Hair and makeup was easy, choosing to go for bouncy waves and a brown smoky eye. You looked good, Eleanor even acknowledging it. 

The club was busy, but it was a more select location, giving you space to breathe and clean usable bathrooms. You head straight for the bar, ordering a scotch and downing it in one go. Your party girl status still intact from college. Making your way to the crowded dance floor you decide to let loose for a little. The music taking control of your actions you started swaying your hips and dancing like there was no one there but you. It felt good, your senses all blurred from the whiskey, all you cold hear was the music and your matching heart beat. You loved dancing , it was a release for you and every time you had a chance to get your groove on was always greatly appreciated.

You were aware of the eyes laid upon your swaying body but as the 5th song ended you decided it was time for a break. As you near the bar, you notice and empty stool and run towards it, your feet needing a little time off. You turn to the bartender and order another whiskey. You take your time to take in your surroundings. You loved this place, especially the out door balcony over looking central London. The balcony was huge and there were so many plants and shrubbery there it felt like a heavenly get away. You decided to take your whiskey outside, to let your body cool down from all that dancing. 

There's no one outside, actually apart from you, there was one other person, a man. He looked to be about your age, maybe a bit older, with black hair slicked back into a bun. From the back you could tell he is well built, taller than you in your heels, but not by too much. You figured about five foot seven. His black jacket hung effortlessly on his broad shoulders, making him look oh so good from the back. He’s smoking, the smoke encircling him, making him look other worldly. He’s not even facing you and he already takes your breath away. 

You walk towards a bench outside, sitting about 10 feet away from this beautiful man. 

“ Aren’t you cold out here?” the words snap you out of your trance and you look up, only to lock eyes with his. You couldn’t muster a word. He literally took your breath away. Facial hair just perfectly groomed, pink plump lips curling into a smirk and those eyes, oh those eyes, not leaving yours for one second. 

“ I came here to cool down, too hot inside.” You both knew that was a lie. The place was air conditioned throughout the year, making it quite chilly at times. He took his time replying, taking his eyes from yours only knew that was a lie. The place was air conditioned throughout the year, making it quite chilly at times. He took his time replying, taking his eyes from yours lowering them and bringing them back up to meet yours.

“Fair enough, I’m Kit.” He held out his hand and you shook it, not failing to realise how it engulfed yours, sending a jolt down your spine. Or maybe it was the chilly night. You’ll never know. 

“Nice to meet you,” You tell him your name, but you already knew who he was, having  watched Game of Thrones religiously and Spooks Pompeii and any other film he’s appeared in. You let that go and get a little braver, finally your second drink beginning to kick in. 

You invite him to sit down beside you, him accepting almost immediately sitting a little too close. You didn’t tell him to move, enjoying the closeness. You spend a fair amount of time chatting hitting it off extremely well. His job came up and you admitted to watching him, not wanting to lie right off the bat. He was on his fourth whiskey as you were on your third when things started getting a little more interesting. Your hand grabbing his arm jokingly, his hand sweeping past your thigh  on more than one occasion, stolen glances every now and then, you were aware of the tension starting to build up. He takes matters into his own hands when he grabs your thigh while softly whispering sweet nothings in your ear, just to get to be close to you. You let him, loving every second of it, not wanting it to end any time soon. 

After shamelessly flirting he decides to take things further, pulling you onto his lap, letting his hands rest on your hips dangerously close to your ass. He looks at you, his smirk taking hold of his features making him look irresistible. You smile back, now obviously more comfortable around him. 

With that he inches closer, you mirror his actions, eagerly waiting something, anything. Instead he brings his lips to your ear, biting it lightly, eliciting a moan from you before whispering in your ear.

“I only kiss on dates.” With that he slips his phone number into my hand helping me to my feet, while walking away, only to turn around and mouth ’ Call me ’ before entering the club and disappearing from your sight. 

You stand there for a while, shocked and extremely pleased. You examine the piece of paper with his number on it, smiling like a fool. You turn to look out of the balcony while putting his number into your phone. 

He’s definitely getting a call tomorrow.

Camp counselor!AUs based loosely on my own experience:

“You’ve been squirting me with an ice-cold water pistol all day and now I’ve got a can of Silly String and a kickass hiding spot” au

“You stole my handcrafted leather nametag I spent three hours painting to perfection and I hope you know this means war” au

“We’re running superhero camp this week and we drew straws as to who got to be which Avenger and you got Black Widow and I thought it would be hilarious but you’re actually weirdly attractive???” au

“Our archery range would probably fail inspection but sure the fence is fine it totally holds up here kid just aim like this and oh shit I shot you where????” au

“I am proud to be the four-years-running dodgeball champion of camp and this is like your third week but you’re really good and I take this as a personal threat” au

“I have the most embarrassing ‘camp name’ on the planet and you’re like a legend around camp so I make sure I’m wearing a different person’s name tag every time you see me and apparently you’re trying to get my number but keep ending up with the wrong person’s” au

“Your son/little brother/relative is my absolute favorite kid and wouldn’t leave unless I literally carried him to your car and holy shit you’re attractive” au

Conversely, “Okay I promise it’s not as bad as it looks your kid just had a little accident oh shit you’re really hot” au

“It’s the last overnight of the summer and us counselors have to stay up all night and we’ve reached that weird four-in-the-morning funk where the fire is dying and we’re talking life secrets and we’ve almost kissed like five times but we keep getting interrupted by homesick eight-year-olds” au

“It’s my birthday and as camp tradition dictates one lucky counselor gets to serenade me and then dump all the ingredients for birthday cake over my head and oh no please not you you’re really hot” au

“I sing Disney songs at the top of my lungs whenever I’m tasked with cleaning out the art closet and apparently you’ve just been chilling outside listening for like two weeks now” au

“You’re running superhero camp and asked me to pretend to be a villain to scare the kids but little did I know you armed all your kids with Silly String and told them to look out for bad guys” au

“I had to get a really sweet kid in trouble for swearing and it was my first time getting a kid in trouble so now the kid’s crying and I’m crying and you just needed a Band-Aid why the hell is everybody in the office crying” au

Les Amis at the Ren Faire

Because this is a thing I need FOR REASONS. Also, this is very heavily based on the Pennsylvania Renaissance Faire, because that is all I know.

  • They all go because Grantaire and Jehan work there and Joly has a season’s pass FOR REASONS.
    • Jehan works as a traveling minstrel, roaming around and serenading random people.
      • (over) half of it is improv.
      • His accent is horrible but no one cares because he’s great.
      • His outfit is ridiculously colorful and seems to be made largely of various scarves.
    • Grantaire walks around all day with a mug pretending to be drunk and also messing with the other actors.
      • He is not actually drunk (Enjolras thought he was).
      • Also his Scottish accent is on point.
  • Enjolras did not originally want to go but the other actually dragged him there. Well, not literally, but Courf threatens to grab him by the ponytail and drag him kicking and screaming if need be.
    • Also, he wasn’t going to go in costume. Joly nearly had a heart attack.
      • “Does it really matter? None of the costumes are going to be accurate any-”
      • The coat is a red pirate coat.
      • Enjolras hates it haha just kidding he loves it. He ends up wearing it anyway.
        • (Grantaire practically faints for joy.)
    • He is SO IRRATIONALLY PISSED OFF by the royal procession.
      • Which, btw, Grantaire is an avid part of (he swirls ribbons and drunkenly dances).
      • Enjolras and Grantaire had an enormous fight in the middle of the freaking fair.
        • Grantaire goes to apologize to the royalty afterwards, and also chants “GOD BLESS THE KING, LONG LIVE THE QUEEN” at Enjolras all day.
    • Also he’s really annoyed when Grantaire (in character) flirts with all the other characters and also anyone in costume at all???
      • With historically accurate(ish) pickup lines?????
      • It’s just really annoying and also really hot shUT UP COURF.
  • Combeferre was pretty hung up on historical accuracy, and stressed the importance of keeping it genre-appropriate until they passed the first shop and he decided he needed it.
    • What is “it” you ask
      • everything
    • He leaves by the end of the day with ears, horns, several tails, a bunch of cool jewelry, a Drabbit named Rob(espierre), a significantly lighter purse, and such a huge happy grin that no one can fault him for it.
      • (Grantaire says the tails make him look like a furry, but he says it in good fun.)
    • Turns out Combeferre is a compulsive buyer and also a huge geek.
    • They had to actually drag him away from a shop selling black sorcerer robes.
      • “it is summer ‘ferre.”
      • “I neEED ONE.”
    • “’Ferre at the Faire.’
      • “Shut up, R.”
  • Who is that flirtatious dork over there in full garb talking to absolutely all of the actors oh yes of course it’s Courfeyrac.
    • This boy, I swear.
    • He’s flirted with most, if not all, of the musicians on the sides of the road by now (especially Jehan no wait why am I crossing that out, he doesn’t care if everyone knows, ESPECIALLY JEHAN).
      • He may or may not have given several walking vendors permission to slap his ass, should they ever feel the need.
      • There’s one flower seller who keeps taking him up on the offer. The group is starting to think she’s following them just so she can smack Courf’s ass some more.
        • Courf is fucking delighted.
    • By the way by “full garb” I mean this epic mixture of costumes that he refers to as Epic Pirate King Knight. It’s wonderful.
  • Joly is such a huge Ren Faire geek it’s ridiculous.
    • He drags Bossuet and Musichetta along with him every year, and they always match genres. They switch off which year is which genre (i.e. historically accurate-ish, steampunk, etc.).
      • This year they’re going for witches and sorcerers and the like.
      • His cane is this sweet staff with a skull on top.
        • The skull is named Watson.
      • He keeps trying to cast spells (read: yell random Latin) at strangers.
    • He has a collection of Drabbits at home named after famous doctors and diseases.
      • He gets a new one every year.
      • This year’s is named Eliot Cole Issac (E. Coli)
  • Bossuet has all the costumes.
    • all
    • of
    • them
    • No seriously he has this freaking huge collection of costume pieces that he throws together when needed. Most of the stuff is pretty worn out, and he knows better than to expect new things to stay in good condition for too long, but it is a WONDERFUL collection.
      • He has an entire bin of headscarfs.
      • “Gotta put something on my head.”
      • Joly and Musichetta both think he looks dashing in a head scarf.
        • He does.
    • This year he’s dressed as a mage.
      • Several people thought he worked at one of the costume shops.
      • He was flattered as hell.
  • If you want to be dragged to all of the performances ever go with Musichetta and if not well good luck.
    • She takes them to all the raunchiest shows, too.
    • Like if it has “saucy” or “wench” or anything like that in the name, SHE’S THERE.
    • She somehow has a dirtier sense of humor than any given one of them.
      • It’s fucking marvelous.
    • Also she refuses to miss a performance of Tartanic because they are THE BEST. THE LITERAL BEST.
      • “They’re pretty good I gue-”
    • Her costume this year can roughly be described as “Look at Me Funny and I Will Hex Your Ass to Oblivion.”
      • She looks hot as hell.
      • Bossuet and Joly tell her this frequently.
    • Also someone at the Faire tried to make a pass at her and oH BOY BAD PLAN.
      • She ripped the guy to shreds.
      • Eponine was cheering her on the whole time (and also yelling some nasty insults at the dude).
      • One of the knights came up to her afterwards and proclaimed her a mighty warrior.
        • “DAMN STRAIGHT.”
  • Bahorel came dressed as a ninja.
    • Also he is a literal ninja.
    • He keeps disappearing and showing up in random places like, oh, I dunno, ON A HORSE AS ONE OF THE DUDES IN THE JOUST BAHOREL WHAT ARE YOU DOING OUT THERE.
      • He won???
      • Does he work here?????
      • No one knows????????
    • He tries to fight every single actor with a sword they come across.
      • He brought a katana as his weapon.
      • He was going to bring a real katana, but the others convinced him that if he was going to actually fight people, that was probably a bad plan.
      • So, very realistic plastic katana.
    • Also he lives for the metal smith shops.
      • “Look! At! All! The! Swords!!!”
      • “You’re no getting a sword, Bahorel.”
      • “SAYS YOU.”
  • Who decided it was a good idea to speak fluent Italian at the actors because why not, it’s the Renaissance? You guessed it, Feuilly.
    • He has confused so many actors this way.
    • One of two of them actually knew Italian and started happily chatting back. It was great.
    • Also Feuilly borrowed almost all of his outfit from Bossuet, who was more than happy to share.
      • He’s some kind of Romani-pirate-knight-peasant…something.
      • Whatever he looks cool.
    • Also why does he know so much about swordplay?
      • How???
  • Marius wasn’t going to dress up but Courf actually threatened to sit on him and stuff him into peasant garb if he didn’t.
    • He finally agreed, and ended up wearing a partial plastic suit of armor. He’s a knight.
    • It’s not the most… creative costume? Bossuet gave him a headscarf, he seems happy.
    • Cossette absolutely loves it.
      • She keeps calling him “my knight in shining armor.”
      • Actually they have a whole list of Faire-related nicknames for each other.
      • It’s disgustingly cute.
        • The others tell them this frequently.
    • He cannot do a British accent but he is trYING.
  • Cossette is a motherfucking Disney princess.
    • She is dressed in what appears to be an actual ballgown.
    • And also really sensible shoes, so that’s nice.
    • Grantaire got her to go with the royal procession right by the royalty.
      • Several small children bowed to her.
      • A little girl ran up and asked her if she was a real princess.
      • Marius said yes, she is.
    • She loves all of the different music, especially the belly-dancing.
      • She and Musichetta actually bonded over Tartanic.
      • Her favorite band there is Wine & Alchemy.
    • No but seriously she’s so insistent that they listen to all the music. She’ll wander off from the group and follow it.
      • It’s a problem.
  • Eponine’s outfit is described by Grantaire as “ninja tart gear.”
    • She’s rocking it.
      • Bossuet lent her a bunch of jingly belts.
      • She jangles when she walks.
      • It’s fantastic.
    • She is 100% okay with all the shows Musichetta drags them to.
      • Everyone else is like “should Gavroche be here…?”
      • But then Gavroche looks them in the eye and rattles off like 10 dick jokes with a straight face, just to prove a point.
        • “Control your kid, Ep.”
    • She has some very serious conversations about technique with the actors playing thieves and vagabonds that leave them wondering if perhaps they should locate a phone and call the police.
      • They don’t.
      • She promises not to steal anything.
      • She makes no promises on Gavroche’s behalf.
  • Actually speaking of Gavroche…
    • At the gate when they asked if anyone was considering drinking alcohol he bellowed “HELL YEAH.”
    • He’s dressed up as a pirate.
      • He memorized a bunch of pirate slang specifically for this occasion.
      • (And also for general use.)
    • He and Grantaire have an insult battle consisting entirely of time-period-appropriate insults.
      • Bahorel gets a video of it to cherish later.
      • “R, I will always treasure this video of you getting your ass handed to you by a 10-year-old bent on rivaling Shakespeare.”
    • He is having the time of his life and convinced someone to buy him a chocolate-covered pickle.
      • Why do they sell those.
      • He loved it.
  • In conclusion:
    • I am trash
    • save me
Throne of Glass Characters as people I've seen/met since I moved to LA

This is inspired by a conversation I had with @baelin-whitethorn about surfer chick!Manon

Aelin: okay listen so I’ve got this friend in college and honestly she’s one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever met; like holy shit I might be ace but damn I would 100% bang her. Also her boobs were 👌🏾👌🏾👌🏾 like all the time; she would hug me while I was sitting down and let me tell you, I died and went to heaven. She’s such a happy-go-lucky person on the outside but she’s dealing with her own issues as well. Both her physical appearance and her personality remind me of Aelin/Celaena.

Rowan: A dude I saw at a Lamb of God concert that real reminded me of Rowan actually 😂 he was all muscular, tall and intimidating but he had the most adorable smile.

Aedion: this “typical” surfer dude (he had the whole tanned skin, 6 pack thing going on) I saw at Venice Beach one day; I frankly was gonna ignore him but a kid was running near him and she fell down and he quickly helped her up and made funny faces so she’d stop crying.

Lysandra: one of my best friend’s; they have a resting bitch face, we love talking shit about everyone (including ourself), and they’re one of the prettiest people I know. Also their contour is on fucking point like literally all the time 😩

Evangeline: this little kid I saw at the play ground while baby sitting my cousin; she was so sneaky and managed to keep scaring him 😂

Manon: A beautiful surfer chick I met in one of my college classes; she was friendly but damn did she look like she’s murdered men with her bare hands

Elide: this cute Italian girl I’m friends with; she’s a nursing major and honestly the smartest, sweetest, most innocent 19 year old I know; I’d probably kill for her if she asked me to.

Asterin: a waitress at a Panera Bread I became friends with; really hot, and confident about herself. I’m p sure that she could kill a dude ngl.

Abraxos: my best friend’s cat; she likes maybe like 3 people tops. She’ll scratch anyone else

Fleetfoot: literally every dog ever, they’re all pure

Have you guys met anyone IRL who reminded you of a ToG character?

Luke Hemmings- In Charge

Request: Can you do a smut where Luke gets a boner on stage because of you and then he punishes you?

Word count: 1,200+

Smut warning

Hope you like it! Requests are open!


I watched the sweat drip down Luke’s face as he ran around stage. He belted notes out, strummed his guitar with perfection. Of course, he goofed off by scaring Calum and banging on Ashton’s drums every once in a while. But when he got serious, it was quite erotic. His eyes squeezed shut with his hair flattened due to the sweat. He looked fucking hot. Literally. When his eyes met mine, he sent me a wink which made me blush.

Luke and I have been together for a little over a year now and I’ve got to say, it’s been one of the best years of my life. He’s the sweetest kid I’ve ever met and he never fails to make me laugh. He’s literally the best boy friend.

His eyes met mine again, and this time they stayed on me. I smirked at him and blew him a kiss which made him smile. I waved at him, but dropped my phone in the process. I turned around and saw it was behind me, so I bent down and picked it up. When I turned back around, Luke’s entire facial expression changed. His face went blank and he looked away from me. I twisted my face in confusion as he purposely didn’t look at me. For the rest of the show, he avoided my gaze. But then, at the very end of the show during the bow, I noticed Luke’s little problem. Actually, it’s not so little. His eyes met mine and he narrowed his eyes at me and nodded towards backstage. I nodded and began to walk towards the closed off area, but I was let through since I have a pass. I walked into the dressing room and sat down on the couch waiting for the guys to return. Seconds later, the door opened revealing a red-faced Luke.

“Hi, Luke.” I stood up and smiled at him. He began to walk towards me, not saying a word. “You were great-” I was cut off by his lips smashing onto mine. I gasped against his lips and his hands gripped onto my waist.

“You…tease.” He moaned into my mouth. His lips then moved to my neck and I tilted my head to the side to give him easier access.

“What did I do?” I asked innocently.

“Like you don’t know. Showing your ass off to me while I’m performing? You’re just asking for a punishment.”

I shivered at the sound of his voice. He sounded so…dominant. I like it. I reached up and tangled my fingers in the hair on the back of his head and pushed him closer to me. He pushed me back from him and he shook his head.

“No, you’re not in charge.” He said and pushed me back onto the couch. He climbed on top of me and started attacking my neck with kisses and love bites.

“But, what if someone walks in?” I asked.

“Let them watch.” He growled.

The adrenaline of possibly being caught only turned me on more. He nipped at my skin, definitely leaving a mark for me to show off tomorrow. He kissed down my neck until he reached my collarbone which he covered in hickeys as well. He then sat up and lifted my shirt over my head and threw it on the ground. He reached behind me and attempted to unhook my bra, but failed. He groaned in frustration and ripped it off. “Luke!” I yelled, “What the hell am I going to wear when we leave?”

He pulled his shirt off his head, “Shh,” and then he kissed me. But only for a second before he leaned down and wrapped his lips around my nipple. I moaned and laid back onto the couch as I felt the wetness start to form in my panties. He softly bit down on my now hard nub causing me to arch my back off the couch. He pinned me back down with one hands while his other traveled to the top of my leggings. His lips then moved from my breasts down to my mid torso and then to my lower waist. He looked up at me and I nodded, telling him it was okay. Despite being in charge, he still asks me if I’m okay. Add that to the list of reasons why I love him.

He pulled my leggings down my legs along with my panties leaving me completely bare. He left small kisses down my legs and on my inner thighs, purposely missing my aching core. He nipped at the sensitive skin above my clit which drove me crazy. And then, finally, his lips brushed against my sex. I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair and pushed him closer to me. I moaned loudly as his tongue roamed all around me. He wrapped his lips around my clit and started to harshly suck. His tongue worked its wonders bringing me closer and closer to the edge. But before I could cum, he stopped his actions. He sat up and smirked at me and he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. I sat up and unbuttoned his jeans which he quickly slid off his legs and kicked to the side along with his boxers.

He laid me back down and aligned himself up with my entrance, “You ready, princess?”

I nodded and held my arms above my head. He slid into me without ease due to my wetness. He didn’t hold back as he pounded in an out of me. I went to reach up to hold onto his biceps, but he stopped me. He grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head and held them there. I swallowed hard at his actions and his eyes stared straight into mine. His free hand reached down and picked up my leg, throwing it over his shoulder. I yelled out and tilted my head back in pleasure. His tip brushed against my g-spot over and over again and I squeezed my eyes shut. I whimpered at a higher pitch with each thrust, telling him that I was getting closer and closer.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He groaned in a low voice.

He reached down and rubbed hard circles on my clit which sent me over the edge. I cried and screamed out in pleasure as my orgasm washed over me. He still moved at the regular pace which rode out my orgasm. His thrusts sped up, but then suddenly came to a stop. His legs shook as I felt him release inside of me. He collapsed on top of me, but he held himself up slightly so he wasn’t crushing me. We fought to catch our breath, our bodies so close to each other.

He looked into my eyes and kissed me softly, “Are you okay? Did I hurt you at all?”

I chuckled, “I’m fine.”

He smiled and then put his face in the crook of my neck and left small kisses there. I pulled him back so I could kiss his lips. He smiled into the kiss, but I knew this had to stop before we went for round two and got caught.

“Luke, we have to get dressed.” I whispered.

“Finneeee.” He whined and got off me.

I giggled at him and sat up and we both got changed. “Next time, Hemmings, I’m in charge.”

anonymous asked:

"#this is a certified hot youth pastor look if I've ever seen one" I can confirm that tag as the truth. pretty much how my ex (who was a youth pastor) looked and dressed. including the acoustic guitar.

I mean he literally looks like he’s trying to lead you in worship and teach you not to sin…