lucky enough to be different

One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way as someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in the world. If you’re lucky enough to find this person, never let them go.
—  Susan Colasanti, So Much Closer

I want to have fun. I’m not interested in being a serious actor because I think it’s boring, and I think we’ve got plenty of them. So, I like to do stuff that has a sense of humour, and stuff that doesn’t necessarily take itself too seriously. But equally I’m also now yearning to explore the dark side of life a little bit. The joy of the job is the diversity and the variety – and, if you’re lucky enough, to have the freedom to do different things. I don’t like the idea of a box. It’s nice to kind of defy the idea of a box —- Taron Egerton

Good Girl CH 1: Tequila and Bad Decisions

Chapter 2, CH 3CH 4, CH 5. CH 6, CH 7, CH 8, CH 9, CH 10, CH 11, CH 12 CH 13, CH 14, CH 15, CH 16, CH 17, CH 18, CH 19, CH 20, CH 21, CH 22, CH 23, CH 24, CH 25

I scan the crowd of both Asians and Americans but regardless of races I can say confidently that they are all pretty shady. My eyes go to my grinning friend Jihyo, who has somehow convinced me to come to a very nice club that just happens to be crawling with creeps. Some of her other friends had told her how amazing the club, EXO, was but seem to forget that you have to either look really slutty or really rich to get in. That is how I ended up having to take off my jacket and stockings and now have to stand in line in the freezing cold in nothing but a tight leather skirt and one of Jihyo’s crop tops that could pass for a bra. She is in a similar skimpy out fit, but she is actually wearing her only pair of shorts like that which meant I had to wear the skirt.

“How much longer?” I groan as I begin jogging in place, something I found easy in her five-inch heels.

She rolls her fake green eyes at me, “We haven’t been waiting that long.”

“It’s been an hour. What are they waiting for?” I glance down the line toward the closed doors.

“I thought you didn’t wanna come?” She teases with a confident grin.

I scoff at her, “I still don’t, it just happens to be better than freezing my ass off out here.”

“Maybe if you go shake it up there we can get in.” She gestures to the large bouncer standing outside the main door.

“Fuck that, I would much rather fuck Hoseok to get in,” Jihyo grins at the mention of her friend that works in the club and also happens to have a massive crush on me.

“Would you please? I offered but he didn’t believe me that you would follow threw.”

I glare at her, “You offered what?”

“Your precious virginity,” She grins at me evilly.

“Ugh don’t say stuff like that.”

She continues to tease me, “What, can’t handle the truth that you’re a 17 year old virgin?”

“Not all of us can be lucky enough to lose their virginity in a school bathroom when we were 14,” I snap back. She just grins at my mean words. “I can’t believe that you offered my virginity to some guy to get into a club,” I pause as I rethink my words, “That’s a lie, I expect nothing less from you.”

“I learned my bitchiness from you.”

“I’m giving this place five more minutes than I’m leaving, with or without you.”

She fakes hurt, “You would leave me to get drunk at a club by myself?”

“Yes, what will you do without someone to take care of your drunken self?” I pat the younger girl’s head.

Just then the doors to the club opened and the bouncer starts weeding through the people lined up in front of him. I’m not surprised when lots of the guys or undeniably less attractive girls start getting denied and pushed out of the line as others get to go inside. When it’s our turn to be checked out, again, I’m not surprised when the bouncer waves us in without as much of a glance at the fake IDs we worked hard to get, though I understand why. Jihyo is an undeniable beauty with her long raven locks and perfect doll like face. With the body of a fitness goddess and legs for miles, I have always envied her 5’6 height. Standing at a small 5 foot but thankfully 5’5 in heels, I’m still dwarfed next to the beautiful girl. Though I won’t admit it out loud I’m quiet a looker myself.

Being from a Korean father and a mother who is a mutt herself I was lucky enough to inherit some very good qualities from different races. The nice curves and wavy locks that I received from my dark skinned mom seem to fit my cat like eyes I got for my dad. Though I also got my short height from my dad’s side of the family too. My hair is a blend of them, giving me perfect loose, black waves that hang daintily against my back.

“Jooyoung!” Jihyo brings me out of my thoughts to have me gawk at the massive club with her. The bar is to the left; circle booths line two of the other walls while the huge DJ booth takes up most of the other wall. Lights flash as the music blares through the massive speakers making it hard to hear what Ji is trying to say to me. Realizing that I can’t hear a word she is saying she just nods her head in direction of the bar. I follow, our hands locked together to make sure we don’t loose each other in the thick crowd. Once we reach the bar Ji manages to find an empty stool that she quickly places me on. She stands close behind me, her hands resting on the bar, locking me in and all the others out. Even though I’m older Ji is taller and a little bit bigger than me, something that has made her a little over protective, though I don’t really need it in places like this. Even though she is always the one bringing me to them and the trouble along with her.

“Four shots of tequila!” She yells to the hot bartender, who grins at us. Farther down behind the bar we see none other than Hoseok busy mixing drinks and flirting with customers. So different from his normal cutesy self, he seems so much hotter with his hair pushed back and a sly smirk on his face.

“Damn,” I accidently say out loud. Ji follows my eyes and grins. That grin stays as the bartender places the four shots in front of us. Giving me two and keeping two for her self, Ji raises the first one and holds it up to me expectantly. I hold my little glass to hers’.

“To getting drunk!” She clinks our glasses and moves to drink but stops as I begin downing mine, “And to getting layed!” With that she does hers’ in one go like me. We both slam the shot glass back down on the counter, grimacing as the awful liquid burns its way down our throats. I glare at her little add in to our toast.

“I’ll sleep with someone when I want to!”

“Who said it was for you? I need some fun too, it’s been way to long.” She teases as she rests her head on my shoulder, grabbing her other shot and, again, holding it up to mine. “How about to you just doing something that will get you out of your funk and make you that happy go lucky girl I met in elementary?”

I give her a soft smile, clinking our glasses and down the shot. “Four more!”

“That’s what I’m talking about!”

“I’m so going to regret this in the morning.”

“Oh shut up, when was the last time you got actually drunk? You are the best person to be around when your drunk, you’re just so cute and friendly.”

“I turn into a child. That’s not how I want to be in a public area with creepy guys all over the place.”

“You’re a step a head of most since those killer instincts seem to keep working threw your buzz. I wouldn’t question anything if Freddy Kruger himself came up and offered me a ride home. But you, you can see threw the best con man after downing a bottle of tequila.”

“It’s a gift.”

“One of few,” She tease as she holds up a shot, “To me becoming a better judge of character and to you becoming more careless. I’m tired of being the only one walking up in a stranger’s bed.”

As more and more shots are downed and things wrong with my life are listed I have never been so grateful but so annoyed with this girl at the same time. She is the only person I share anything with, the only person who even somewhat knows what’s going on in the mess I call my head. But as she stands there telling me all the things I should be worried about or work on I get kind of angry. After having enough shots for now, I pull the tall girl to the dance floor with me, hoping to shut her pretty mouth up. We dance like there is no tomorrow, forgetting all that is troubling us; actually I seem to be the only one with troubles.

As hours fly by of dancing and more shots here and there my mind begins to fog. I stop caring about the unknown hands that grope me, too focused on my high and the music. My feet are numb and my legs feel like jello but I some how continue to stay on my feet. Jihyo is a grinning mess in front of me, twirling around and stumbling every few minutes. It has been along time since I’ve felt this good, this free, like nothing could ever hold me back. Jihyo would have usually abandoned me by this time and I would take that as an okay to find a way home but not tonight. I am no one’s babysitter tonight!

Suddenly the crowd starts moving toward the DJ stand, they all huddle, trying to see something that must be pretty interesting. Being the nosy girl she is, Ji tries to drag me along with the rest of the crowd to find out what is going on. I try to pull her away from the gawking people, knowing whatever it is, it can’t be good.

Running away isn’t a possibility with Ji trying to pull me the other way and the crowd pulling me as a whole. As my instincts scream at me to run, the sound of gunshots can heard above the music. The pull of the crowd towards the noise is gone as people try to avoid the bullets that are flying in every direction. My eyes scan the crowd, seeing at least a dozen people on the floor either crying out for help or already dead. Blood covers the almost empty dance floor. Without another thought I start dragging Jihyo to the bathroom as the rest of the crowd breaks out in a panic as they all drunkenly scramble to the front door. Some how through my very drunken state I’m able to maneuver Jihyo and myself through the small bathroom window, out into the empty alleyway. The cold nips at my cheeks as the wind blows it’s freezing air around us.

Jihyo lands on her butt, “Ya! That hurt!” She whines loudly.

“Shut up you idiot!” I scan the alley for anyone else who exited the club, finding a van waiting. On the other side of a massive garbage bin the back door to the club busts open. A long line of extremely attractive guys strut out, the last one, who is taller than the rest, has something large, and strangely human shaped, hanging over his shoulder. I slam Jihyo and myself up against the wall and pry that they don’t see us. To be completely honest, I couldn’t careless about my own safety but Jihyo has so much to live for, I don’t want to risk her life.

“Joo-ah!” She calls out drunkenly, drawing the attention of the last of the men.

God dammit you dumb bitch! I love you, but you dumb bitch! I scream in my head as I hear their footsteps coming our way. In a desperate moment I whisper an apology as I punch her across the face, knocking the drunk girl out easily. Quickly I throw the stray trash bags on top of her, hiding her from who ever is coming. I’m crouching down next to where I’m hiding her, behind the garbage bin when someone comes rushing down the alley way on my side. The person stops when he sees the group of men coming his way. I can easily see the terror on the poor man’s face as he reaches one of the over hanging lights just a few feet away from me.

My heart stops when another gunshot rings out in the alley. I watch as the man drops to his knees, clutching his stomach his eyes drift away from his killers to me. The anxiety building up in my chest almost bursts when the gun fires again, this time hitting the man’s forehead, making him collapse, his eyes never leaving mine. But as if my heart knows what is to come it pounds harder than I’ve ever felt it before, as the footsteps continue toward us.

The suspense of them finding me begins to annoy me. My chest is hurting from the tightness of my anxiety and my thighs don’t appreciate being stuck in a low wall sit for this long. But it finally happens. A man dressed in all black stands over the body for a minute before crouching down and going through his pockets. He pulls out the dead man’s wallet and flips it open, automatically finding something that makes him sigh.

“Poor bastard had a family. What a shame, should watch wear he wanders.” The man mumbles to himself, dropping the wallet on the man’s chest. I debate on whether I’m a horrible person or not for not busting out in tears at the fact an innocent man was just murdered in front of me and that I could possibly next. The low amount of empathy I normally have for people seems to have reached an all time low when I realize how I feel absolutely nothing for the dead man in front of me.

But instead I study the killer. He looks young, but from the way he carries himself I feel as if he must be older. In a nice suit, which was obviously made for him, he is extremely handsome. The uncaring expression on his child like face tells me this is something he has done many times before, something that should disturb me more than is does. Just as he is about to stand up he pauses, his eyes not really focused on anything. I resist the urge to scream as he tilts his head and his cat like eyes find me. “Hello there baby girl,” The cat man purrs with a threating yet attractive smile.

“One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way as someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in the world. If you’re lucky enough to find this person, never let them go.”

- Susan Colasanti

Make Time (Part 1)

This is requested by @naepoohxd, thank you for requesting! I hope you like it, I’m sorry if it’s short.

Summary: You guys get into an argument about how close you and Isaac are.

Warnings: Angst and curse words.

I recommend listening to a sad song.


Originally posted by lildoog-ish

Originally posted by dylpicklesprays

“Maybe we should do our movie night today?” Isaac eagerly suggested.

“Maybe. I’m not yet sure. This is the first time we are not going with the schedule. And I’m not sure Brett would like that.” Y/N answered, hesitant.

“Brett? Again? Why does he always need to approve?” Isaac asked, irritated.

“He doesn’t really trust you. He is my boyfriend, so I think he needs to know.” You answered.

“*sigh* and if he doesn’t approve? What will you do? Persuade him?”

“If I have to.” Y/N answered back, still hesitant. To be honest Y/N doesn’t know what to do. If Y/N tells Brett, he will be furious. If Y/N doesn’t, Brett would still be enraged . It is not a win-win situation.

“It’s fine, Y/N. I can smell your anxiousness. We’ll just follow the schedule.” Isaac answered.”

“Are you sure?” Y/N is worried it will ruin her relationship with her best friend, and also ruin her relationship of 3 years with Brett.

Dismissal came, Y/N went out and saw Brett waiting for her. Going near him, she questioned, “Don’t you have practice?” And they started walking home.

“Nah, coach didn’t show up. Are you okay?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m okay.” Y/N kept zoning out.

Brett frowned at that. “You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

“I know, I know. It’s just Isaac wanted to do our movie night today, and I told him that I was going to ask you and he got irritated. And then he told me that it’s fine and we will just follow the schedule.”

Brett stayed silent, he could smell that you were worried. 

“Brett? Are you okay? You smell like you’re mad.”

“I’m okay. Don’t worry about it.” Brett answered. But you know it was a lie, you heard his heartbeat. And you know he knows that you knew it was lie.

You didn’t push it anymore.

It was the day before you movie night with Isaac. Isaac of course was excited, he told you that he didn’t mind and that he was sorry for putting you in a position like that.

Walking to school with Brett, both of you made sure to go earlier so Brett wouldn’t be late. “Let’s go on a date tomorrow. I mean we won’t have classes tomorrow since it’s a holiday.(I’m not sure if it’s like that for other schools in other countries, but it’s like that here in my country but only sometimes, if it’s really important.)”

“Actually, I can’t.”

“What? Why not?”

“It’s movie night tomorrow. You know that.”

“Then we go in the morning.”

“But when we go on dates in the morning, you keep me til’ seven. And tell me to stay over instead.”

“So you’d rather go to this ‘movie night’, rather than spending time with me?”

“But it’s movie night. It’s the only day Isaac and I can spend time with each other without supernatural sh*t trying to kill us.”

“You always see each other at school. Isn’t school enough time without supernatural sh*t trying to kill you? And I’m from a different school, have practice, I’m lucky enough if coach doesn’t show up so I could at least spend time with you. ”

“I know, Brett. But tomorrow is movie night, I always tell you when movie night is gonna happen. And I told you to tell me if you’re gonna make plans, so I could schedule when the movie night is, but you suddenly make plans right now. So I can’t go on a date tomorrow.”

Both of you arrived at your school, it was still early.

“So you’re just gonna throw our time together like that?”

“I don’t want to! But I have no choice! And you know that! I can’t just cancel on my best friend! I cancel for you. I cancel for him. That’s what I always do. And to be fair both of you have the same amount of times I cancelled.”

“Then cancel tomorrow!”

Both of you are yelling now, good thing there’s no one at school yet.

“I can’t just cancel on him! And if I cancel our plans, you get furious! Saying, I can’t hang out with Isaac, and that our plans should continue! Both of you keep leaving me in tight spaces!”

“Just cancel your plans with him, Y/N.” His eyes turned yellow.

Originally posted by unconditionalloveandunicornspawn

“No! I’m tired of this, Brett. I can’t anymore. I’m tired. We always argue when I hang out with Isaac. Do you know how that makes me feel? Do you even care of how I feel?” 

“Tired? You think I’m not tired? Having to always see you hang out with him. And I can’t even hang out with you, it’s always him. He spends more time with you, and I’m the boyfriend!”

You just stayed silent, you’re crying now.

“If you’re tired…”

You looked up at him.

“Then let’s end this.” 

“Brett, please. Don’t do this.” You tried reaching out to him, but he just moved away.

“Let’s end this, Y/N.”

“No, please Brett. Don’t do this. I-I’ll make more time for you. Please, just don’t do this.”

But he already left. 

Y/N’s P.O.V

He left me alone. He ended our relationship, it’s all my fault. I should have made more time with him. 

I kept crying, I didn’t even notice Scott and Isaac.



I just kept crying. It’s all my fault! It’s all my fault.

“Are you okay?” 

“Y/N! Are you okay? What happened?”

I looked at them.

“It’s all my fault! I should have made more time with him! And now he’s gone, he doesn’t want me anymore.” 


“I want to go home.” I feel weak. I feel like everything that has been happening is all my fault.

“Are you sure?” I just nodded.

“I’ll take her home.”

“Are you sure, Isaac?”

“She’s my best friend. I know what to do.

Scott nodded, took my backpack and gave it to Isaac.

But I didn’t care. I need Brett and now he’s gone.

Isaac carried me in his back. Making sure to hold tight.

Originally posted by 0nly-an-illusi0n

“Are you okay?”

Of course not! But I won’t tell you, I’m just gonna worry you.

“I’m fine.”

Originally posted by queerlysad

He knows it’s a lie, he heard your heartbeat. But he didn’t push it over. 

“I’m sorry. For bringing you into this mess.”

“I’m your friend, Y/N. You helped me when I needed you. I’m just returning the favor, it’s my turn to help and take care of you now.” He just smiled at you.

Reaching my house, I opened my backpack and took the keys.

Isaac put me down, and I went to the door, and opened it with the key.

I went inside and went straight to my room, with Isaac following after closing the door.

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Why didn’t I make time with him, I started crying again. I wish he’s still here. I wish he didn’t leave me. I wish I made time for him. I wish everything was just a dream. 

I hate myself. I hate myself for hurting him, for making him feel like that. I wish I could just die.

Originally posted by itsconsumingme

“Y/N, don’t worry. Maybe you could talk it out with him.” Isaac tried to reassure me.

“I don’t know anymore.”

*1 week later*

I started going to school. again. I haven’t moves on but I can do it. I can’t just mope around my room.

I started walking towards Isaac, Scott, Lydia, Kira, Malia, Liam, and Stiles. They were talking about something but stopped. I guess Scott and Isaac sensed my presence.

“Hey guys! What are we talking about?”

“What? Nothing! Yeah, nothing.” Stiles said.

“I know you’re lying. I heard your heartbeat.”

“Dammit, f*cking werewolf hearing”

“So are you guys gonna tell me what you were talking about now?”

“Y/N…..” They seemed hesitant


“You know we have a game tonight right?”

“Yeah! I’m coming by the way. I’m rooting for you guys.”

“Y/N, Brett’s gonna be there. We’re playing against them.”

My smile dropped. I suddenly felt terrified. Isaac and Scott smelled it.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be there for you!”

“Yeah, and if he tries anything, we’ll kick his ass.”

You just laughed at them. “Okay, okay.”

*time skip to the game*

I was sitting on the bleachers with Lydia, Malia, and Kira since she won’t be playing.

And then the Devenford Prep boys arrived at the field.

I avoided staring at them and continued talking with Lydia, Malia, and Kira.

“Maybe we could go shopping this weekend.” Lydia suggested.

“Shopping?” Malia asked.

“Yeah, shopping. We could buy more clothes and hang out with each other. Only us though, no boys allowed.” Kira answered.

“If we don’t have much homework.” I piped up.

“*sigh* again with homework?” Lydia looked at me, with an ‘are-you-serious look’.

I just shrugged. “I want to keep up with my grades you know.” 

Lydia just sighed, “Fine.”

The players started to prepare. I saw Brett starting to change. He looked like he moved on.

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Originally posted by procrastinationoutlet

That’s the end guys. I still take requests, so please send some. If you guys need someone to talk to, I’m here, feel free to talk to me.

Class Buddies

She sat in class, her chin in the palm of her hands and stared at the board. She pressed her lips in a line trying to concentrate but she couldn’t. Before she can help herself her gaze stray to the left, near the door. Harry sits near the door, his back to her, books in front of him. He had transferred to Hillside High last year, and she was lucky enough to have a class with him. He was different, he hung out with the other crowd, the crowd she did not belong with, but he was nice. He was a sweetheart a smile always on his pink lips, a dimple on his cheek. 

Harry turned, looking over his shoulder to where she sat. His eyes met her for a split second, before he could smile or wave she quickly turned, her cheeks pink and warm. He turned back, sighing and slumping in his seat, he just wanted to gain her attention, but then he wasn’t sure where to go from there. He didn’t even know her name, no one really knew her name, she preferred to hang out in the back, to go unnoticed. 

The bell rang and Harry stood, he turned back to her. But she was already pushing through people and trying to get out of the room as fast as she cold. He wanted to call after her, but he didn’t even know what to call her.

Harry closed his locker, leaning against it, his backpack slumped on one shoulder, hand tightening around the black strap. He watched her, she was standing at her own locker, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and then pulled out her text book. She opened her back pack, shoving it in and then zipping it up. 

She closed her locker, turning and looking at him. But he doesn’t turn, and she can’t find the strength to turn. His warm light eyes on her, a smile on his lips, a dimple on his cheek, she knew they weren’t the only two in the hall but she could swear he’s all she saw. He lifts his free hand, waving. She looks over her shoulder, trying to see if he was waving to someone else. She’s too nervous to wave back, scared it might not even be to her, so she turns and walks out the door.

“Today I’m handing out the group project,” Mr. Brown said, standing at the front of the class, “you’ll have until next Tuesday to hand it in. Please do not hand it in late, points will be deducted and no one wants that.”

“Can we pick our partners?” A girl asked. 

“I find that when that happens nothing gets done, so no,” Mr. Brown shakes his head, “it’s not the end of the world.”

“Let’s see, Mark and Kayla, Ben and Jack, Y/N and Harry, Jason and Lila,” he reads. 

Y/N gathers her books, standing and walking to the boy she had always found herself staring at. She takes the seat next to him, staring at the paper that was handed to her. 

“I’m Harry,” Harry speaks up, his voice is much deeper than she expected, she looks up, her cheeks feel warm. 

“Y/N,” she says, her soft voice just above a whisper. 

“Do you want to work on this after school?” He asked, giving her the same smile he gave everyone. 

“Sure, my place is open to study,” she offered. 

The bell rings again and she stands, “I was waving to you by the way,” Harry says, before sliding his bag over his shoulder and walking out. 

“Hello,” Her mother greets, opening the door for Harry, “Y/N is downstairs already, go ahead and join her, I made some snacks for you kids. Oh I’m just so happy she finally has a friend over.” The women who looks like a much older version of Y/N smiled.

“Thank you,” Harry says, walking down to the basement. 

He can softly hear a song playing, “I give her all my love, that’s what I do,” a man’s voice filled the room. The Beatles, Harry had and will always love them. He peeks in, seeing her sitting on the white carpet, book and notes sprawled out next to her, her laptop on her lap. She has her lips wrapped around a straw, sipping on the smoothie her mother had just made. 

“I love this song,” Harry says, making her look away from the screen in front of her, “my mum plays it all the time.”

“My dad used to sing it to me,” she says, setting the cup on the ground besides her, “my mom made a banana smoothie and a fruit salad.”

“That’s very nice of her,” Harry says.

“She’s cool,” Y/N says.

Harry sits and the two start working, the only noise is the music coming from her laptop. Every once and a while she would hum along, causing Harry to look up, she would quickly stop, the heat rising to her cheeks once more. 

“You didn’t wave back,” Harry finally speaks, “why?”

“I didn’t know if it was to me,” she shrugs, not looking up from her paper. 

He drops the subject, looking back at his paper. Harry peers up, watching as she has her pen in between her lips, moving her flash cards around. She’s completely focused on the project. But he can’t help and admire her, he loves the way her hair is pulled up in a pony tail, a couple of strands of hair falling to frame her face.

“You’re pretty,” Harry blurts out, his cheeks becoming a darker shade and he turns away. 

“Thank you,” she whispered, blushing. 

Harry had spent the week at her house, today was his last day. He had practiced at home, in front of the mirror, trying to figure out what he was going to say, how he was going to say it. 

“Y/N would you like to go on a date with me?”

“Y/N, go out with me-no that’s too demanding.”

“Hey, Y/N, you look great, dinner, you, me, Thorns, tomorrow night.”

“Y/N, baby, dinner?”

Harry shook his head, “come one Harry you’ve done this before,” he whispered to himself.

Harry made his way to the furnished basement where Y/N sat, eating some popcorn, she turned, looking over her shoulder, “oh I just finished it last night after you left, so we are done,” she says. 

Harry shoved his hands in his pockets, he was not expecting that, “so we are done?”

She nods, “well are you uh-well are you-are you free?” he asked, “well I mean I know you’re free-I mean like are you busy right now?”

She giggled at his rambling, “yeah I’m free.”

“Well I was thinking-and you can like say no or whatever-uhm-well-I was just wondering-would you be up for like-going out with me-on a -well a date?” he asked, looking at his feet. 

Y/N sat up, her eyes wide, “me?”

“Yeah,” Harry says, “you.”

He looks up to see a smile on her face, “yeah, yeah I would like that.”


Author: @dylan-trash-tbh

Pairing: Dylan O'brien x Reader

Words: 2871 

A/N: this is a promt request I’ve got from @nic–nack ❤️ I hope you like it!

It’s not edited and English isn’t my first language.

Thanks for proofreading Piggie 🐷💖💕 @golddaggers

Originally posted by stilinskisvoid

Keep reading

Jolene - Dolly Parton

I’m dedicating today’s post to one of the best songs EVER (I will fight you over this if necessary). What’s not to love about Dolly in general? She’s a ridiculously talented singer, songwriter and musician. I’ve been lucky enough to see her live and she played 7 different instruments during one concert! Jolene is the ultimate Dolly song for me though. The guitar riff, the lyrics, Dolly’s vocals….the only bad thing about it is the fact it’s just 2.30 minutes long!

Gotta start off with Dolly belting it out live, wearing what is probably THE ugliest onesie on the planet (matches her eye make-up though)

Honestly never thought I’d post a Miley Cyrus video on this blog (not that I have anything personal against Miley, she’s just not really my cup of tea musically), but she has a set of pipes on her, and this cover is excellent. I honestly CANNOT believe that this video has had nearly 100 million more views than Dolly’s video though…WTF?!

I first heard this remix at the end of Todd Terje’s set at Glasgow’s infamous Sub Club (officially one of the greatest clubs on the planet…and that’s not just me being biased, it’s a well know fact!) It was a truly magical moment when a club full of ravers started having a singalong to it.

Jolene slowed down to 33rpm is a total trip and takes it to a whole new level.

Happy Dolly Day fellow tumblrites!

Quotes by Taylor Swift

Beauty Quotes By Taylor Swift

“Beauty is sincerity. There are so many ways, different ways someone can be beautiful.”

“I’ve never felt like there’s just one way to be beautiful.”

“Never compare yourself to the beautiful girls. There’s always someone gorgeous who will make you feel like you’re not.”

“Unique and different is the new generation of beautiful. You don’t have to be like everyone else.”

 Life Quotes By Taylor Swift

“Anything you put your mind to and add your imagination into, can make your life a lot better and a lot more fun.”

“Happiness and confidence are the prettiest things you can wear.”

“I’m beginning to think that you don’t find happiness from living your life looking ahead or back… that you find it when you look around.”

“In life and love, you learn that there comes a time to let go and move on.”

“In life, you learn lessons. And sometimes you learn them the hard way. Sometimes you learn them too late.”

“In real life, saying the right thing at the right moment is beyond crucial. Most of us fear reaching the end of our lives and looking back, regretting moments we didn’t speak up. When we didn’t say “I love you.” When we should’ve said “I’m sorry”. When we didn’t stand up for ourselves or someone who needed help.”

“Just because something is over doesn’t mean it wasn’t incredibly beautiful. Because another lesson I’ve learned is not all stories have a happy ending and you have to learn to deal with that.”

“Life is a ruthless game unless you play it good and play it right.”

“Life is like walking you take one step at a time.”

“Life isn’t how to survive the storm, it’s about how to dance in the rain.”

“The trials and tribulations in your life make you stronger.”

“The world doesn’t owe you anything. You have to work for everything you get and you have to appreciate every bit of success the world gives you.”

“We don’t need to share the same opinions as others, but we need to be respectful.”

“You have people come into your life shockingly and surprisingly. You have losses that you never thought you’d experience. You have rejection and you have to learn  how to deal with that and how to get up the next day and go on with it.” 

Love Quotes By Taylor Swift

“But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is FEARLESS.” 

“I don’t think there’s such a thing as falling in love too easily or falling too fast. Or loving someone too soon or trusting someone too soon…I’ve never treated two relationships the same. Some people move you and some people don’t.”

“It’s the most maddening, beautiful, magical, horrible, painful, wonderful joyous thing in the world, love.”

“I think the perfection of love is when it’s not perfect.”

“I write a lot of songs about love and I think that’s because to me love seems like this huge complicated thing. But it seems like every once in a while, two people get it figured out, two people get it right. And so I think the rest of us, we walk about daydreaming about what might be like. To find that one great love, where all of a sudden everything that seemed to be so complicated, became simple.”

“Love always ends differently and it always begins differently.”

“Love is fascinating. Wishing for it, pinning for it and the anger that comes when you lose it. I used to think that I could figure out some pattern to love, but there is no pattern. Absolutely nothing is predictable in love.”

“Love is unpredictable and it’s frustrating and it’s tragic and it’s beautiful.”

“Love will find you when you least expect it.”

“My favorite thing in life is writing about life, specifically the parts of life concerning love. Because as far as I’m concerned, love is absolutely everything.”

“Real love still happens sometimes. It’s not just something we make up when you’re nine. I have to believe that. You do too.” 

“The way I look at love is you have to follow it, and fall hard, if you fall hard. You have to forget what everyone else thinks. It has to be an us-against-the- world mentality. You have to make it work by prioritizing, and by falling in love really fast, without thinking too hard. If I think too hard about a relationship I’ll talk myself out of it. I have rules for a lot of areas in my life. Love is not going to be one of them.”

“There is a general rule that I always go by, and it’s that fall for who you fall for. Whatever small issue you get hung up on, whether it’s because they’re shorter than you, younger than you or they live far away- if you really are crazy about someone, none of that matters.”

 “To truly love is to have the courage to walk away and let the other person who wishes to be free go no matter how much it hurts.” 

Motivational Quotes By Taylor Swift

“At some point you have to forget about grudges because they only hurt.” 

“Be that strong girl that everyone knew would make it through the worst, be that fearless girl, the one who would dare to do anything, be that independent girl who didn’t need a man; be that girl who never backed down.” 

“Be yourself, chase your dreams, and just never say never. That’s the best advice I could ever give to someone.”

“Being fearless isn’t being 100% not fearful, it’s being terrified but you jump anyway.”

“Don’t ever regret being honest. Period.”

“Fearless is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again…even though every time you’ve tried before you’ve lost.”

“For everything I do, I think about a 6-year-old and her mom that I saw at my concert last night. I think about what those two individuals would think if I were at a club last night. I never want to be arrested, and I never want to be arrested, and I never want to get a DUI those are my moral values.”

“Giving up doesn’t always mean you are weak, sometimes you’re just strong enough to let go.”

“If somebody hurts you, it’s okay to cry a river but remember to build a bridge and get over it.”

“If you’re lucky enough to be different, never change.

“If you’re lucky enough to find something that you love, and you have a shot at it, don’t stop, don’t put it down.”

“I believe when it comes to love, there’s something intangible about who we are attracted to.”

“I’ve questioned everything about myself, every step of the way. You have to have the same amount of fear and self-doubt as you do hope and blind optimism.”

“I wish all teenagers can filter through songs instead of turning to drugs and alcohol.”

“Just be yourself, there is no one better.”

“Keeping your emotions all locked up is something that’s unfair to you. When you clearly know how you feel, you should say it.”

“Live your life like you’re 80 looking back on your teenager years. You know if your dad calls you at eight in the morning and asks if you want to go out for breakfast. As a teenager you’re like no, I want to sleep. But as an eighty year old looking back you have that breakfast with your dad. It just little things like that, that helped me when I was a teenager in terms of making choices you won’t regret.” 

“Never believe anyone who says you don’t deserve what you want.”

“No matter what happens in life, be good to people. Being good to people is a wonderful legacy to leave behind.”

“There are two ways you can go with pain: You can let it destroy you or you can use it as fuel to drive you.”

“What I’ve learned is not to change who you are, because eventually you’re going to run out of new things to become.””

“To me, Fearless is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, Fearless is having fears. Fearless is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, Fearless is living in spite of those things that scare you to death.”

“Words can break someone into a million pieces, but they can also put them back together. I hope you use yours for good, because the only words you’ll regret more than the ones left unsaid are the ones you use to intentionally hurt someone.”

“You can’t have a better tomorrow if you keep thinking about yesterday.”

“You have to be happy with who you are and the choices you make. If you don’t like yourself, you’ll never be truly happy.”

“You have to stop looking in the mirror and realize that you’re living for yourself, not others.”

“You only get many firsts, each one is a blessing.”

Music Quotes By Taylor Swift

“People haven’t always been there for me but music has.”

“People like music when they’re in love, but they don’t need it as much. You need music when you’re missing someone or you’re pinning for someone or you’re forgetting someone or you’re trying to process what just happened.”

“For me, Genres are a way of categorizing music. But it doesn’t‎’t have to define you. It doesn’t have to limit you.”

“I feel in my music I can be a rebel. I can say things I wouldn’t say in real life.”

“I’ve always felt music is the only way to give instantaneous moment the feel of slow motion. To romanticize it and glorify it and give it a soundtrack and a rhythm.”

“Music is my shining light, my favorite thing in the world. To get me to stop doing it for one second would be difficult!”

“My definition of country music is really simple. It’s when someone sings about their life and what they know, from an authentic place.”

“Nobody in country music “made it” the same way. It’s all different. There’s no blueprint for success, and sometimes you just have to work at it.”

Personal Quotes By Taylor Swift

“If you’re horrible to me, I’m going to write a song about it and you won’t like it. That’s how I operate.”

“I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to love. No one does! There’s no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can’t plan for it; I can’t predict how it will end up.”

“I love all the girls who have my song on their myspaces. I love the people who come to my shows and put the pictures on here. I love the people at those shows who sing along with me. I love reading your stories in emails, some so touching they’ve given me chills. I love every single person who has wanted my autograph, because for the life of me I never really thought it would mean something to someone for me to write my name down. I love the little girls who stand in line with their mothers like I used to do. That was me. I love the couple who danced to my song at their wedding. Every comment, letter, and message. I love people who listen to the radio. I love every single person who is reading this, because you’ve let me into your life.” “I love you all so much, I just wanted you to know.” 

“I’d rather be at home and eat ice cream than go out and get wasted.”

“I’m not complicated. My complications come out in my songs. All you need to do to be my friend is like me.”

“I still love sparkles and grocery shopping and really old cats that are only nice to you half the time. I still love writing in my journal and wearing dresses all the time and staring at chandeliers.”

“I’m always going to be a hopeless romantic. Always.”

“I’m intimidated by the fear of being average.”

“I’ve always been a hugger. If we all hugged more, the world would be a better place.”

“I’ve found growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn’t mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I’ve added more things on my list.”

“I’ve never been shy or secretive with the fact that if you walk into my life, you may be walking onto a record.”

“I want a guy who takes charge, but lets me have my say once in a while.”

“I want to be an over-achiever, and I want to be known for the good things in life.”

“I would love to continue in music, with writing… but I am not the kind of person who will hang around if I start to become irrelevant. If that happens, I will bow down gracefully, raise my kids, and have a garden. And I am going to let my hair go gray when I am older.  I don’t need to be blonde when I’m 60!”

“I’ve wanted one thing for me whole life and I’m not going to be that girl who wants one thing her whole life then gets it and complains.”

“I never want to change so much that people can’t recognize me.”

“I suffer from girlnextdooritis where a guy is friends with you and that’s it.”

“I write songs to help me understand life a little more. I write songs to get past things that cause me pain. And I write songs because sometimes life makes more sense to me when it’s being sung in a chorus. And when I can write in a verse.”

“So to you, or anyone else who has spent four minutes on me in some way– listening to just one song, or watching one of my videos….Thank you. I love you like I love sparkles and having the last word. And that’s real love.” 

Relationships Quotes By Taylor Swift

“As I grow up, the lessons I learn in love and relationships and how we treat each other are hopefully maturing-maturing.”

“A good relationship is all about balance and chemistry.”

“In a relationship each person should support each other. They should lift each other up.”

“You need to be happy with yourself or you’ll never be able to be happy in a relationship.”

Noomi Rapace: “I respect you because you always change - you always switch into something that’s unexpected.”
Mads Mikkelsen: “I’m not doing it deliberately. I wouldn’t mind doing something that looked almost exactly like the thing I just did if that served the film best. I wouldn’t try to change a character just to satisfy myself but I’ve just been lucky enough that I’ve been offered things that are very different, and so I’ve had opportunities to go down different paths.”
Noomi Rapace: “I hope I get the chance to work with you soon.”
Mads Mikkelsen: “That is the plan Noomi, you know that.”

[The Lab Magazine, 2012]

Jughead & Reader: Forgetting The Past

Summary: Jughead is the only friend you trust to tell the truth about your traumatizing past with your parents where they yelled at you constantly. One night while investigating with the gang, something happens that triggers you and Jughead’s there to comfort you.

Requested by: bxllasanosa

Listen to: Liability - Lorde

You closed your eyes and soaked up the sun into your pores, into the palms of your hands while lying on a blanket in the grass. You could hear the birds chirping, the cars in the distance driving by the park, and the murmur of voices nearby. The trees swayed in the wind and the leaves rustled, making the familiar sounds of summer. Everything was calm. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked. 

You were brought back to reality, trying to keep a grasp on the fantasy world you had created when you closed your eyes. “I’m feeling better,” you told Jughead. 

He sat up and fixed his beanie before looking down at you. “What was it this time?” He asked. 

You slowly opened your eyes and looked at him, sitting next to you with a look of concern. He looked so handsome as he gazed down at you. You propped yourself up on your elbows. “I forgot to unload the dishwasher,” you said. 

Jughead shook his head. “And they yelled at you for that?”

“Oh yeah.” You sat up straight and looked at the lake that was near the end of the green patches of grass. “Everything I do just adds fuel to the fire. If I was eighteen, I definitely would have been kicked out by now.”

Your parents had short tempers. Both of them always complained about little things and you were usually the one who paid the price. Though they never touched you in their anger, they certainly yelled. You grew up thinking it was normal for your parents to lose their temper when you forgot to vacuum or you forgot to do the dishes. But learning how other parents dealt with their kids’ forgetfulness made you realize it was not normal.

Jughead was the only one who knew the details about your home life. The two of you got close last year when you found out his home life wasn’t that different than yours. You were lucky enough to still live in your home with your parents who supplied you with food, shelter, and whatever you needed for school. But Jughead was bouncing around from place to place. The drive-in, the school’s broom closet, or Archie’s. He knew how you felt but you thought the cards he was dealt were much worse. 

Keep reading

“You start to realize that the things that are different about you are the things that make you special. And, as cliche as at that sounds, you realize that if you are lucky enough to have something that is different about you…don’t try to hide it. I don’t try to blend inanymore, it’s all about standing out.”

One of the most amazing things that can happen is finding someone who sees everything you are and won’t let you be anything less. They see the potential of you. They see endless possibilities. And through their eyes, you start to see yourself the same way as someone who matters. As someone who can make a difference in the world. If you’re lucky enough to find this person, never let them go.
—  Susan Colasanti
I don’t usually post personal stuff but...

So, lately, I haven’t been posting on this blog as much as I had previously been posting. There are a lot of reasons for this. Mostly, just because life gets in the way of recreation. It seemed as if my luck would be changing when I attended my favorite band Soundgarden’s gig last night. It was a high energy show and the crowd loved it. Most importantly, it was a time to have fun and briefly ignore my responsibilities. 

Of course, that was until I went on Twitter a few hours after the gig and found Mark Lanegan’s tweet about Chris Cornell’s passing. I did not believe it at first. I had just seen him six hours prior. After the news articles began to double and triple in their numbers, I knew it was true. I am deeply saddened by Cornell’s passing and am still in shock. My thoughts go out to his wife, his children and the surviving members of Soundgarden. I know it hurts for me to even think about it, so I can only imagine what they are going through. 

I’m not actually sure when I will ever get over this. While other premature deaths of musicians have effected me on a personal level, it has never affected me like this one. It feels like someone has pulled the rug out from under me. I was lucky enough to get to hear him perform on four different occasions and realize others never had the chance to hear him at all.

I’m not really sure what is going to happen with me now. Posts will probably remain sporadic for now, until I can get the motivation to post more. 

Thank you for even bothering to read my silly little thoughts,


But I’m Your Boyfriend

Request: Dean x reader where Dean is mad because the reader, his girlfriend, spends so much time with Sam? You choose from there? Thanks so much!

I usually don’t write first person so I hope you like it. Not one of my favorite things I’ve written, but here it is.

*Let me know if you want to be tagged in any of my future works*


Dean’s POV

Y/n and Sam’s laughter drifted down the halls, as the two made their way through the Bunker. I lifted my head up from the book I was reading as they entered the library. They were laughing and goofing around just like they always seemed to be anymore. I quickly look away and turn back to my book.

“Alright,” Sam nods. “I’ll definitely quick that one out.”

The two continued on towards the door, “See you later Dean.”

My head quickly snapped up again, “Where are you going?”

Y/n smiled at me, “Movies, their playing this new french film we’ve been dying to see.” I frowned, them and their stupid movies with subtitles, “We’ll see you later, okay?”

I kept looking down at my book, picking at the corner of the page, trying to hide how hurt I actually was, “See ya later,” I mumble. I miss the confused looks Sam and Y/n shared before they headed out. They carry on up and out of the Bunker. As the door slams behind them I whisper, “But I’m your boyfriend.”

Y/n’s POV

Something was definitely off with Dean when we left earlier, but I had pushed it out of my mind to enjoy the movie with Sam. Whatever it was I would try and deal with it later, Dean wasn’t going to want to talk about it anyway.

I was glad I had Sam to do things like go to the movies with. We were very close, he was like an older brother to me. We were very similar and shared an interest for a lot of the same things like history, reading and foreign films.

Dean’s POV

I didn’t get much research done after that. I was too preoccupied with the thought of Sam and Y/n off at the movies. It wasn’t that I didn’t trust them, more that I felt left out. They were always off doing their nerdy things lately, leaving me behind by myself. I swear, Y/n, my girlfriend, seemed to be spending more time with Sam then me lately.

Was she losing interest in me? Maybe she need a boyfriend who was more like Sam, someone who liked all the same things as her.

I was sitting there brewing in my own toxic thoughts when Sam and Y/n came back a few hours later. They descended down the stairs into the bunker, laughing and reminiscing about the movie they just saw. I averted my eyes to stare down into my glass of whiskey and heard Sam call out good night.

Y/n’s POV

We got back to the bunker to find Dean slouched down in the same seat as earlier, but now guzzling down whiskey. Sam and I shared a look, what ever was bothering him when we left he still wasn’t over. I said goodnight to Sam and headed over towards my boyfriend.

“Hey,” I said as I sat down in the seat next to him, pouring my own glass of whiskey. “How was your night?”

“Fine,” he snapped bitterly. I placed my glass down and inched my chair closer to his, “What’s wrong?”

Dean looked up before quickly looking down again. He had an upset look on his face and seemed genuinely upset about something, “Nothing.”

“Dean, clearly something is wrong. Something seemed off before we left and something is definitely wrong now. Talk to me.”

Dean sighed, “I’m your boyfriend not Sam, in case you forgot.”

I snorted, wait was he actually serious? “Yes Dean, I’m aware that I’m dating you and not Sam. Why would you think that I’ve forgotten?”

“Because you spend so much time with him lately. You hang out with him more than you hang out with me. I feel like you like him more, that you like spending time with him more than you like spending time with me.”

“What?” I was shocked, how could he think that? “Dean, that’s just crazy. I don’t like Sam better than you. I’m dating you not him aren’t I? Yes, Sam and I have a lot in common and we like hanging out, but the same goes for you and I. The things Sam and I like to do are different than the things you and I like to do. The two of us, we pig out on junk food and jam out to rock music and watch Dr. Sexy. With Sam, we watch foreign films and listen to history podcasts. You guys are brothers, but have very different tastes, I’m lucky enough to have things that I love to do with both of you. You’re always welcome to join Sam and I, but we thought you’d have zero interest in doing so.”

Dean’s expression softened, “I love you babe, and I’m sorry if I haven’t been spending enough time with you lately.”

“It’s okay, I was just jealous.”

I smirked at him, “Well why don’t we go do something right now, just the two of us. We can do one of my favorite things to do with you and definitely not Sam.”

“I like the sound of that.”  

tags: @27bmm @exploratiionist @iamflanneltrash @fabulouslycassie @jesstherebel @percussiongirl2017 @mogaruke @captainemwinchester @rosie-winchester @generalgoldfishldrm @sassyspn67 @aiaranradnay @spn67-sister @evyiione @winchesters-favorite-girl @chainez-8  @isakslilsmile @notmoose45 @wordstothewisereaders @assbutt-still-in-hell