made this for my best friend ever

Svt. Vocal Unit Reaction: “Playing Spin the Bottle With Their Crush”

Anon: Hi! Can I please request a SVT vocal unit reaction to playing spin the bottle and getting their crush? Thank you!

Hey!! I have only ever played spin the bottle once lol - I’m so boring…anyway! Here you go guys! Hope you like it! <3 Luna 

*And as always! This is just a reaction, it is in no way real, not made to offend anyone and should not be taken as being in any way serious since it is purely my own opinion!!! gifs are mine!!*


Woozi/Jihoon

“This won’t work Y/N,” your best friend giggled as you grabbed the empty bottle off the counter. 

“It’s going to work,” you laughed hurrying past Woozi with a smirk and going straight to Mingyu. “Hey Mingyu!!” 

Woozi could feel the jealousy fill his body as he watched you with Mingyu. The way you laughed so easily with him. It annoyed him. Jihoon had a crush on you. Had for a while, but he could never do anything about it. 

“Jihoon!!” he heard you call. With one glance over his phone he couldn’t help but grin at you. “Come here, we’re playing spin the bottle!”

He shook his head instantly. “No, we’re not.”

“Jihoon, get your butt over here now. Otherwise I’ll tell everyone about that time you fell…” With an embarrassed flush to his cheeks Woozi hurried over, dropping down opposite you. “You go first.” 

He was mortified the moment you handed him the bottle. Shaking his head at the idea. “But the guys are playing…” Woozi caught the glare in your eyes, and knew it was far easier to just spin the bottle than to argue with you. His heart was in his mouth as he watched it spin, landing right on you.

“What a coincidence!” Mingyu sniggered, a smile spreading from ear to ear.

“You have to kiss me Jihoon,” you instructed leaning forward ever so slightly. 

Woozi hesitated. His cheeks burning as he slowly leaned forward. You took the plunge and planted your lips on his, lingering longer than you should have just so he would realise you liked him too. 

“I knew it would work! I’m so glad we rigged the game…” Mingyu cried collapsing against your friend as he cooed at the two of you. 

Jeonghan 

It had been Seungkwan’s idea to play spin the bottle, and Jeonghan had jumped at the opportunity. As long as you were playing too. 

Jeonghan didn’t think about the possibility that you would have to kiss someone else. No, he was drawn to the idea that he would finally get to kiss you.

“Y/N!” Minghao laughed as the spin finally turned to face you. But, it hadn’t been Jeonghan who had spun it. He felt his stomach drop. “No! No! Seungkwan you go near Y/N…”

You were completely taken aback as Jeonghan hurried across the floor towards you. He just seemed to have drawn the courage and planted his lips on yours. It was quick. Soft. 

“What are you doing Jeonghan?” you breathed feeling your cheeks flush in embarrassment. Everyone was staring at you two. His eyes widely excited as he leaned back for a moment. 

“Umm, well. I didn’t think…”

“Want to get out of here?” you asked quickly taking his hands in yours.

He grinned widely nudging Seungkwan out of the way. “Let’s go.”

Joshua 

Joshua spun the bottle, a nervous twitch to his hand as he watched it go round and round. And, then it landed on you.

You were the one he had fancied for months. He loved your smile, the way you would laugh, everything. “Oooohhh!” his friend laughed knowingly. 

“Shut up!” Joshua managed, although he was too nervous to even speak right now. “Umm…you don’t have to do this if you don’t…” 

Then your phone rang. “Hey mom, no I didn’t know that was…okay, okay I’m on my way now…” The phone dead and you hurried to your feet. “I’ve got to go, my mom’s booked this thing for my sister…I completely forgot.” 

Joshua gathered all your stuff off the floor, following you quickly to the door where you hurried to put your shoes on. “Be safe driving back okay?” Joshua said quickly, “Text me when you get there so I know…”

He stopped still as you quickly pecked his lips. “Jisoo, next time a sweet guy like you has a crush on someone tell them.” You winked at him whilst opening the door.

“You like me?” he managed following you quickly through the door.

“If I didn’t, would I have kissed you?” you laughed, blowing him a kiss and watching the smile spread from ear to ear on his face. “I’ll text you when I get there.”

DK/Seokmin

“Oh, Y/N!” Seokmin shouted, “Look what I found!”

He grinned at his own idea, picking up the empty bottle off the table. You however, just stared confusedly at him, cocking an eyebrow. “Wow, you found a bottle. Well done!”

Seokmin had other ideas though. “Watch what I can do…” he said quickly spinning the bottle on the table. Except you kept moving every time it was about to land on you. And he, was just about to lose his courage. 

“Y/N! Don’t move…” He spun the bottle once more but this time it didn’t land on you. “Agh! Screw it!” he cried hurrying over to you, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you to him. 

You gasped loudly as his lips hit yours. “Woah, what you doing?” you managed to say, except he sniggered. 

“Don’t pretend you don’t like me too…” he whispered pulling you back to kiss him. 

“We’re you trying to play spin the bottle?” you laughed suddenly pulling away with a grin. 

He shrugged, pecking the tip of your nose. “Nooooooo!” 

Seungkwan

Seungkwan had been invited to a your house party, but, the only thing was you weren’t entirely sure he’d show up. But, whilst you and your friends were in the middle of spin the bottle, you heard his voice.

“Pause!” you cried jumping up and following his voice. “Seungkwan, come here we’re playing a game…” 

Seungkwan didn’t know what to say as he and Vernon were dragged through the house and forced to sit in the circle. “Spin the bottle?” Vernon sniggered sitting on the other side of you. “Really?”

“You guys are late so you go first,” you ordered handing the bottle to Seungkwan. His cheeks flushed as he stared at it. With one glance at Vernon, with a quick nod, he spun the bottle. Seungkwan felt as though it had been spinning for minutes before it landed on you.

I can’t kiss Y/N…he though shaking his head, feeling his cheeks burn brighter. You however laughed cupping his face in your hands and planting a kiss right on his lips. He stilled underneath your lips - he wasn’t sure how to react. He had a crush on you, but you would never know. Not with you already having a boyfriend.

“At least you have that kiss,” Vernon had said quietly in the car on the way back to the dorms. Seungkwan wasn’t sure on how to react. He was on a hype from your kiss, but upset since it would never turn into anything more. 

“Yeah, at least I have the kiss. Even if it was just a game.”

Aaaa I’m not doing this anymore but today I’ve:

- had the nicest school day gotten a good grade in drawing talked to many people had a very good sculpture lesson made a nice thing witnessed a beautiful person make a nice thing

- found the prettiest picture that has ever been taken (marlene dietrich in a suit smoking……..aoouuuaaa)

- talked to my grandma for a little while left feeling happy

- been to a psychology experiment

- drunk bamslis with good people

- written&drawn some things on a half-wall with a red marker

- witnessed my best best friend feel happy and (possibly) in love, and it warms my heart so much

- written&drawn things on the bestest man’s leather jacket

- been to a flat of a legendary person

- witnessed people snort things

- smoked a ridiculously tiny amount of w*eed

- drunk nice wine straight from the bottle shared between who knows how many people

- bought a communal pack of c*igarettes

- driven home in a taxi (4 seats 6 people)

- gotten gifted a piece of cake with pink icing and heart shaped sprinkles on top

- talked to and hugged my mum, she was tired and cried a bit in the best of ways

- I am feeling so so good and hopeful, and I love people and I’m so glad I’m alive

This irks me more than ever because just the other day, my best friend in life and I were hanging out, drinking, and midst our conversation, he said something that I truly and well did not expect: He was always envious (with no bitterness towards me) of my balls when it came to refusing. Coming from one of the most important people in my life, you’d think this would flatter me, but it just made me all the more bitter about how latin american culture operates. This guy was envious of my “ability” to say no.

That shouldn’t be an “ability” in the first God damned place. 

I brought this up and he agreed. We went for a drive, we got some food, parked somewhere meaningless, and just talked about this (don’t drink and drive, please), and you know there’s no conversations more real than those that happen inside a parked car under the shadow of a city’s night. We talked about this, because what the hell, it shouldn’t be like this. Where, exactly, did things go so wrong that “personal space” becomes synonymous with “selfishness”? Sorta made me realize, more than before, that we really benefited from each other in so many ways when we were kids; he kept sufficiently reigned so I wouldn’t completely say fuck you to the status quo and he’s probably the reason why I am not a hill hermit these days, but apparently I was feeding the fountain of individuality in his heart, too. Never knew, was cool, but again, fucked up.

All of this is to say, I worry about kids. This country is too old. Not in number of years it’s been a thing, but rather, in attitude. Too much tradition. Too heavy a cult of the status quo. “Being able to say no” is nothing that should be admirable, it should be natural. 

Fuck tradition. Normalize finding and killing tradition.

Not in a shitty ripped jeans-wearing teen way. I mean in a serious, conscious, healthy way. You don’t get to preach about individuality and what ever the fuck you will if you are going to demand some sort of Social Ceremony from it afterwards.

Make no mistake: This is prevalent in all forms of children’s media.

How many movies and shows can you remember that are all about “leaving the evil and cold city for the true beauty of the countryside”? How many movies and shows can you remember that are all about “Family is the single most important thing in life”? How many movies and shows can you remember that are all about “Ambition is evil, and selflessness is good”?

So if Little John loves the city where he can do diverse things with his friends, find all of his needs easily? Fuck Him. If Little John has an abusive family that repeatedly tramples on his trust? Fuck Him. If Little John wants to feel proud about his accomplishments and wants to aim for academic and monetary excellence in posterior studies? Fuck him.

Haha, what gives, man. Fuck tradition. It’s a mess. Let it wither. Let it die. We drank little that night because we were worried about our future children. We promised not to be Fuckers to our kids like other had been Fuckers to us. We promised to be cool uncles to each others kids, too.

anonymous asked:

I want to adopt a dog just to train him to lick my pussy and fuck me with his doggy cock. I’d love to be his bitch. I’m 21 now but this has been a fantasy for me as a little kid ever since I accidentally got my family dog hard while rubbing his belly. I ended up rubbing his dick until he came. I didn’t know what had just happened because I was so young, but I knew it was naughty and made me all tingly and wet

Not just “man’s” best friend, are they? LOL

— Thank you for sharing 💋

The real Taylor Swift:

April 23rd 2009-July 10th 2010: The Fearless Tour

The Fearless Tour. Taylor decided to walk through the crowds at her shows, greeting fans of all ages, genders and races because SHE wanted to meet the fans that had been supporting her and helping her reach where she is to this day. After each show, Taylor held a meet and greet called ‘The T-Party’. This was a room where fans could go to eat pizza and meet each other and get to know other people and then get to meet Taylor. Taylor would walk around stadiums and hide behind food bars and then surprise fans in the line. Each night she would walk a number of miles to meet as many people as she could.

February 9th 2011-March 18th 2012: The Speak Now Tour

Much like at the Fearless Tour, Taylor said she wanted to continue walking through the crowds during one of her songs at the Speak Now Tour. Taylor hugged as many people as she could and thanked them for coming. Sometimes Taylor would tell her security to move out of the way and to let her hug more people. Taylor continued her ‘T-Party’ meet and greet. Taylor’s team would walk to different areas of the stadium during the show and hand out free meet and greets to fans who had gone all-out; screaming and dancing the whole time and wearing bold and creative costumes/handmade posters.

September 8th 2012: Ronan

The lyrics to this song are based on a blog she read about a four-year-old boy, Ronan Thompson, who died from neuroblastoma in 2011.Taylor wrote the song by putting together quotes from blog creator Maya Thompson, Ronan’s mother. Thompson is credited as a co-writer of the song. Taylor first performed the song live for Stand Up to Cancer in September 2012, and has only performed it publicly one other time, at the Glendale, Arizona stop of The 1989 World Tour, at which Ronan’s mother was in the audience. All proceeds from sales of the single go to help fight cancer.

2014: 1989 Secret Sessions

In anticipation of the release of her album, 1989 on October 27, Taylor held a series of “1989 Secret Sessions” over the past few weeks at her various homes across America, where carefully-selected fans were told they were attending some sort of secret event, with no knowledge of what was in store for them. When fans arrived they were told to sit in a room together and wait. Taylor then jumped out and surprised them all and they all got to hear her new album before anyone else. Taylor baked cookies and other goods, fans got to meet Taylor’s cat, Olivia Benson Swift, and they danced together and each got to meet Taylor and just hang out.

May 5th 2015-December 12th 2015: The 1989 Tour

At each 1989 concert, before perfoming her song ‘clean’, Taylor gave a 3-4 minute inspirational speech, telling fans to love themselves. This is what Taylor said to the crowd of 60,000 at Hyde Park, London on June 272015: ‘There are people here from all over the world, so if you travelled to be here, thank you so much for coming. And, you know, looking out at you, thinking about the fact that we all come from different places, maybe we all have different accents, we have different hobbies, different backgrounds, whatever. But there’s one thing that we have in common that I know for sure. That thing is that when we feel a great amount of joy, or a great amount of pain, we turn to music. That’s why we’re all at Hyde Park tonight. From talking to you so much, and getting to know you, it’s never been more apparent to me how difficult it is to feel okay about yourself in 2015. Real talk. I mean, every single day we go online – and trust me, I love the internet, okay? Love it – but, every day we go online and we scroll through the highlight reel of other people’s awesome lives. But we don’t see the highlight reel of our awesome lives – all we see is the behind the scenes. We see every single moment, from when we wake up and we’re like “oh, God, not feeling my hair today. Not going to be a good day today for the hair”. We see our doubts, we see our fears, we see our concerns. You are the only one who is inside your brain feeling all of your anxieties and the voices who are telling you that you can’t be who you want to be, or that you’re not who you want to be, or that you want to be more like that other person over there. Let me tell you, people are mean to each other, but no voice is as mean as our own voices are to ourselves. Is it true or is it false? It’s true, right? Okay, so if there’s one thing that you come away from this night remembering, I want it to be this – every day when you look in the mirror, and your mind is telling you all the things you are not – if those things are that you’re not cool enough, you’re not pretty enough, you’re not popular enough, you’re not successful enough, you’re not special, you’re not wanted, you’re not unique – those are not the things you are not. Let me tell you the things you are not. Okay? You are not somebody else’s opinion. That’s what you’re not. You are not going nowhere just because you’re not where you want to be yet. You are not damaged goods just because you have made mistakes in your life. Those are the things you are not. Let me tell you the things that you are. Would you like to hear the things that you are? You are your own definition of beautiful, and worthwhile, and no one else’s definition. You are wiser, stronger, and smarter because you made mistakes in your life, not damaged. And lastly, London, England, you are someone who is probably standing here tonight going through your own battles, fighting your own ghosts, trying to cover your own scars, stressing about your own stresses. But, rather than wallowing in them, you got up, you put on an awesome outfit, and now we’re all standing here together having the best time of our lives at a concert on a Saturday night. I realise that it’s not about being perfect, it’s not about feeling perfect. I think that sometimes it’s just about getting on with things and realising that you’re happy today. That’s all that matters. I just want you to know that one thing I have learned in 25 years, and I’m still learning, is that if you get rained on, you walk through a bunch of storms, life is constantly coming at you – that doesn’t make you damaged. It makes you clean.’


May 5th 2015-December 12th 2015: The 1989 Tour (Loft 89)

At Taylor’s 1989 concerts, she held a meet and greet called ‘Loft 89′ where Taylor, again, could hang out with her fans and dance around with them. Taylor met lots of different people including children with disabilities and illnesses. Taylor made sure everyone had a great time and that everyone was included and treated equally.

Christmas 2014/2015: ‘Swiftmas’

Taylor Swift surprised 13-year-old fan Delaney Clements who was diagnosed with neuroblastoma at the age of seven. Delaney, who is a massive fan of the 26-year-old singer started a campaign to meet Taylor called #TaylorMeetDelaney and on Saturday (19th December) her wish came true. Taylor surprised the family by turning up unannounced and the afternoon was captured on Instagram and Facebook with Delaney and her Mum posting photos. Taylor became so into the idea of ‘Swiftmas’ that she also sent a number of other fans packages of merch and other little presents.

Award acceptance speeches

To any award acceptance speech, there is always something directed to Taylor’s fans. Taylor thanks her fans for everything because she knows that we are such a big part of her life and she wouldnt be where she is now without us.

A very important quote Taylor has said:

Long story short: Taylor is one of those few artists who does nothing but good for her fans and everyone around her yet she gets body shamed and name called everywhere. It really does break my heart. 

Taylor has been there for me through everything and I know that she always will be because she has never failed to make us all smile and to make us all feel better about ourselves, She has made me feel loved and wanted and she has introduced me to some of my bestest friends ever. To me, Taylor Swift is not just an artist, she’s my best friend.

@taylorswift

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Audrey Jensen + weapons

lance: do you ever like…think about cascada? about the impact she made on the world? 

hunk: i mean, who doesn’t? “everytime we touch” basically made youtube with its presence in those naruto x sasuke amvs. not to mention that it’s an absolute bop, naruto amvs aside. “everytime we touch” is such a happy and fun song. i want it played at my wedding AND funeral.

lance: all true, all true, but she didn’t only write “everytime we touch”; you’re forgetting “be my bad boy,” aka, one of the best songs of our generation. it still has that fun and poppy feel to it, but the message is one far less happy than “everytime we touch,” which is proof that cascada is a master at writing a multitude of lyrics.

hunk: god, you’re right. and “be my bad boy” also helped build youtube, for basically the same reason as “everytime we touch.” honestly, where would we be without cascada?

lance: [shudders] dude, i don’t even want to think of a timeline without her.

hunk: [sighs] honestly…me neither.

Where Every Brown Sugar Baby Should Look for Her Next Sugar Daddy and Why

The more the game changes, the more it stays the same.

     Best friend, my first disappointment with sugaring came when I realized that sugaring sites were not for me. When I joined Tumblr, I was surrounded by stories of women who signed up for Seeking Arrangement and within an hour found their inbox full of messages from men willing to hand them the world or at least a pair of So Kate’s on the first date. When I joined Tumblr, I thought that I was going to command large allowances just because I existed, not because I did any work. I learned otherwise.

     My successes with sugaring came when I got very clear about what exactly it was that I was sugaring for. I realized that I couldn’t make myself care about designer goods. They’re pretty, and I loved looking at them on Instagram but dating a man so he could buy me luxury goods just did not seem like a lot of fun. But art supplies? Everything I needed to write a novel and maintain my blog? That sounded much more feasible. As soon as I committed to it, it happened. As soon as I got off the sugaring sites, it happened.  

     As an introvert, I did get off the sugaring sites, but it took me quite a while to get off the internet. I used Tinder to find the three gift daddies that I had. Last month, I went free styling for the first time.   

     There is a general horror around free styling that, trust me, I understand. If I didn’t have to leave my house, I wouldn’t. But I realized a few things. The sugar sites are not set up for you to succeed. We, as sugar babies, are the draw that is used to attract men with money and unrealistic dreams.  

     Do you want to have the perfect relationship? A young, beautiful, smart woman who will hang off your every word and, unlike escorts, will be with you and you alone for a fraction of the price that escorts are demanding? Sign up for a membership with our site at the low price of $39.99/month and become a sugar daddy tonight!

     While this might not be the exact language the sites are using, I guarantee if you go on any of the sugar sites you will see something similar being touted to men.  I also promise that the men that have the real potential to be amazing sugar daddies and give you things you didn’t believe that you could get aren’t on these sites.
     

     And, honey, maybe you haven’t noticed but online dating-sugar or vanilla- is not set up for black women to succeed. I’ll say it once more. You’re far more likely to find the man you’re looking for when you let go of the sugar sites.
So what happens next? Next, you change your mindset. There is one thing that needs adjustment, your attitude, in two different areas. The first is what a sugar daddy looks like. Maybe you don’t have this problem. But I do. I tend to find myself thinking that sugar daddies look a certain way. They’re white and in their 40’s-50’s. Most of them are married. But this isn’t what sugar daddies look like. They can be any age. They can be any race. They can be anywhere. When it’s time to free style, don’t think that if a Black man, an Asian man, a Martian, whatever, approaches you that because they don’t fit in with the idea of what you think an SD looks like you can’t pay any attention to them.

     There will be three types of men that you’ll meet when you go out: cheap men that would like your time and attention for free, men that will simply ask how much you want or make it known that they have no problem paying you, and men that are willing to spend money on you but need some type of connection with you first. Ugh, connection. Don’t you hate that word? Men should just hand us money because we asked for it right? We’re young, we’re beautiful, we’re smart. Just fork over the coins.

     But consider this. How often do you give money to complete strangers because they asked for it? How often have you walked up to an attractive or interesting looking person with $5 that you know you don’t need and said: “here this is for you just because you look cool or like you needed a little help”? Never right? If we were a society where that was the norm homelessness would not be an issue. No, we give our money to people we like, to people that have bettered our lives in some way, to people we trust. But, still. That word-connection. Months and months of dates. Maybe even putting out. That must be what I mean, right? Nope. Not what I mean at all. A connection can be made in 15 minutes or 15 months. It really just depends on how well your personality meshes with his.

     How do you tell these men apart? Let’s build a scenario, shall we? Let’s say you meet a man at a bar. You each talk a bit about who you are and what you do for a living. His job sounds promising. You don’t know exactly how much he makes but when you google it in the bathroom after touching up your lipstick you see that it’s an acceptable amount. He buys you a drink to continue the conversation you’ve already started, but when the night ends, he doesn’t pick up the tab you had started before he sat down. Splenda! Salt! That’s what Tumblr will tell you. I say wait. You spend some time texting. He says he wants to take you out. This is when we find out what kind of man he is by analyzing a few things:


  • Where does he want to meet? TGIFridays or one of the best restaurants/bars in the city. Look at where he wants to take you and why. If he asks you where you want to eat and then shoots it down because it’s overpriced or “just not his scene” you have two options: dig your heels in or run. My first meeting with Bentley took some time to plan because he shot down the restaurants that I chose as not being good enough for a first date. It was a good first sign. 
  • How and what do they order? We know what a man who doesn’t want to spend a lot of money looks like when he orders at a restaurant or bar. He asks if there are any discounts or deals. Asks what’s the best and cheapest drink or food item on the menu. Makes “jokes” about how expensive everything is. 
  • How do they look when you order? A man that asks if you want anything else after you’ve decided what you want is a keeper. A man that asks what you want scans the menu and then asks if you’re sure you want those things or if you’d be happy with something cheaper presents you with two options: to dig your heels in or run.
  • What are they talking to you about? A man that talks about sex as soon as he meets you only wants you for one thing and it ain’t playing cards. Now, if he’s willing to compensate you for that time in a way that you find acceptable, fine. Get your money girl. If you want a man that cares about you as an individual but he can’t stop talking about how well he’s doing on Viagra, you have two options. Dig in or run. I suggest you run, but this is your life, not mine
  • Do they listen when you speak? Do they remember what you said? I got my first laptop from a man who listened when I talked about wanting to write. I got my second laptop and art supplies from a man who listened to my business plan. If they can’t hear you, they can’t help you. 

     When the date is over, look at this man’s behavior. You’ll know if he’s the type of man that you can keep in your life. If he isn’t, let him go. LET HIM GO! Don’t, please friend, don’t hang on to a man because you don’t think that you’ll be able to get another. This game isn’t for the desperate that need quick cash because their life is falling apart. This is going to take time. You’ll find yourself getting dressed up and going out quite a few times before you find a man that you’re willing to stick with. If you understand this from the beginning, that reaching any goal is going to take time, you’ll be far less likely to fail.

     I’d like to give one piece of controversial advice. Do not ask for a gift or token or whatever you want to call it on the first date. Remember what we talked about earlier? About how we don’t give away our hard earned money to strangers or the undeserving? This applies here. And I know, I know. The posts of girls that say they asked for a gift and got one is so much more fun to read than what I’m saying, but here we are best friend, here we are.

     You do have one thing on your side. Men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. Vanilla men know this. They know. I’m going to say it one more time, best friend so it really sinks in. All men know that it is their responsibility to take care of the women in their lives. What’s more, they know that the younger and better looking a woman is, the more they will have to spend. Your job is not to convince a man to spend money on you. He already knows he should. Your job is to separate the men willing to spend from the men not willing to spend by opening up your mouth and talking about what you want. Talk about college and the class that you’re going to be taking, but god isn’t it crazy how expensive books are? Talk about how much you love to write, but your laptop broke. Talk about how you want to get into digital photography but don’t know what camera to get or if you can afford to buy one. Give it a couple weeks. The right man will show up with a laptop, or an iPad, or a book, or a camera or whatever it is you say you need. The wrong man won’t have made it past the first date.

Happy hunting, best friend.

Best friend, be honest, what did you think? Do you think you could ever get off the sugar sites? Go free styling? Do you think my approach makes any sense or is something that could work for you? Leave me a comment and let me know so we can talk about it.

btw I like how Stiles is like “I’m leaving beacon hills along with my girlfriend my best friend my father and I will probably and hopefully never come back, even if my gf gets shot or my friends are all in serious danger” then the second he hears about Derek he’s like “VIVA LA BEACON HILLS”

“You think he’s hard on me? Well, he’s hard on everybody, especially himself. People don’t see that. But I do. I see everything. His lady friends. But I’m the one he chose, huh? At the end of the day, I’m the one he comes home to. My money paid for his first campaign, did you know that? I had to face down my own daddy over my inheritance to get it. 

By God, it was the best investment I ever made.

[companion piece]

So this is a video taken by @rieriebee of me gifting the plushies I made for Mashima. I mentioned to my friends over a year ago that if Mashima ever came to NYC, and I could get a chance to meet him, I would definitely make him an Ichiya plushie. :) 

 So, when I found out he was coming to comic con, I did just that in August, and I also, and of course, made him Avatar Gray and Timeskip Juvia. ^_~ As far as Ichiya goes, he’s mentioned in his panel/events so far that he really likes, and thinks he looks like Ichiya haha. That’s why I’m very happy in my choice of characters to give to him. And his reactions meant everything to me! He seemed so happy and amused!

As you can see in the video he also liked that Gruvia were “connected” (their hands are magnetized, so they can hold hands ^-^) lol! And when I mentioned he had retweeted my plushies and the Gruvia Christmas sweater, he remembered!! 

Anyway, this has been such a magical day in so many ways. I’m so happy that I finally got to meet Mashima (who was so kind and patient and lovely to everyone!), and that it all happened together with such dear friends. 😭❤️😭❤️ And I got a personalized sketch of Juvia!! I will treasure it always!! Amazingly fantastic happiness. That’s what I feel. Thanks to everyone (especially @dooshiedoosh ) who made this day possible. As I said in my other post. BEST DAY EVER.

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“People say the best memories are made in high school, but I disagree — I think college consists of the best people you’ll ever meet. I believe we will always be the best of friends until the end of time, and there is nothing that can change that. No matter what we go through, rough or not, we will go through together. You will forever be the best bunch I have ever met, and I am eternally grateful for our friendship.”

cancer

hey guys

so this fic is a sad one, but please READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. It has themes relating to cancer and death, big ones, so if that upsets you or could possibly be a trigger, please read at your own risk. 

also ive been very fortunate to never experience someone that has cancer close to me, but i have dealt with death close to me. so i apologize if its off or not right, let me know if it is so i can fix it

i did a bit of research so i hope that was enough

love u all also this is based off the mcr song

i hope u cry

summary: richie has cancer

words: 2735

pairing: richie and eddie


Richie knew something was wrong. He woke up every day this week with a headache, which usually got to be unbearable to the point where it made him feel sick. He had thrown up multiple times and he knew he had to get to the hospital. Richie approached the tall building on his bike, feeling his stomach becoming sour. He can’t shake the feeling that he’s not just sick.
   

He approached the desk at the front of the room, practically falling against it. Richie was sweating and he could feel his energy draining. “I need… I need to see a doctor… It’s… It’s an emergency..” He barely managed to slur out. The room started to spin and his stomach cramped into knots. The nurse managed to catch the boy before he hit the floor, picking him up and taking him to an ER doctor. As soon as Richie’s head hit the gurney, he was out cold.
  

 Richie awoke with a start, breathing in sharply and sitting up quickly. His arm stung lightly and he realized he had tugged the IV poked into his arm. The room he was in was white all over, baby blue curtains surrounded the room and shielded him from seeing what was beyond them. A doctor pushed aside the paper curtain, holding a metal clipboard. The doctor looked up and saw Richie was awake, offering him a kind smile.
   

“Hello, Mr. Tozier, is it?”
   

Richie nodded slowly, a dull throbbing in his head.
  

 “We did a couple tests while you were out and… We seem to have some terrible news,” The doctor spoke slowly, solemnly. Richie could tell he wasn’t faking it, the guy was genuinely upset. A sigh left his lips as he made eye contact with Richie, sitting down in a chair opposite him. “Richie, I’m sorry, you have leukemia.”
  

 Richie couldn’t process what was happening anymore. The doctor’s lips were moving, presumably explaining his condition, but he couldn’t hear anything. The world around him blurred. He was crying.His hands were shaking, reaching up to cover his face. His glasses weren’t there anymore, he didn’t know where they went. His entire body was trembling violently with sobs. He was going to die and he knew it. There was no way to pay for the treatment, nor did his parents even care regardless, even if his condition was terminal. It was bound to be and Richie couldn’t do anything to save himself.
   

The doctor wrote a small note and laid it on the bedside table, leaving Richie alone. He didn’t know how long he sat there in a ball, crying. It could’ve been half an hour, or maybe even two hours. Richie didn’t know. He felt numb as he sat there, his cheeks stained with tears. He grabbed his glasses from off the blanket where they had fallen off. Reaching over, he grabbed the small note that the doctor had left there prior to him leaving. ‘I know your home and financial situation (as I used to be friends with your mother) and I’ll pay for as many chemo treatments as I can for you’ it read, signed ‘Doctor Bryson.’
   

Richie was thankful, truly he was. He sat there with the note in his shaky hands, debating internally on one subject. Do I tell the losers?
   

He eventually settled on a no. Richie wasn’t going to subject his friends to that kind of turmoil. He could handle it alone, he always did anyway. It’s what he did best, ever since he was 9 years old. He crumpled up the note, letting out a sharp breath. It really hit him then, in that moment, that he was going to die.


Richie was acting weird as of late. Everyone in the Loser’s club had acknowledged it, some more than others. Beverly noticed first, though. Bev always picked up on changes in her friends before anyone else’s. It was her secret talent, you could say.
   

Richie came in one day pale and frail looking. He had been for the past week. Beverly glanced at him, wondering what was wrong. Maybe he was really sick. She decided, sliding into the seat next to him. “Hey, Rich, are you feeling alright?” She asked, leaning forward on the table and resting her head in her hand.
   

Richie nodded his curls bouncing from the motion. “Yeah, just sick.” He said confidently, giving her a smile.
  

 Beverly didn’t buy it, narrowing her eyes to study him. “What going on, really?” She questioned, sitting up.
  

 Richie shook his head, leaning back in the hard plastic chair. “Nothing. My lack of dick is making me sick.” He chuckled, glancing over at his best friend (and possible crush) Eddie Kaspbrak. “Hey, Eds!” He sang, dragging out the ‘s’ sound. 

   “Don’t call me that!” Eddie yelled from across the room.


   Mike was the second to notice something was up with the Trashmouth. During one of their weekly movie night sleepovers, he noticed Richie had missed out on at least two dick joke opportunities. That never happened, ever, especially with Richie Tozier. That kid never lets a joke that could be made go by unsaid. It was odd, watching Richie stare off into space for minutes at a time before he snapped himself back into reality.

Mike didn’t say anything as he watched Richie lull off again, his brown eyes seemingly clouding over. Something was wrong.
He watched for a few more moments when Richie finally snapped back into reality. Richie shook his head a bit as if trying to get whatever was bothering him off of him. He settled back into the couch, his eyes trained on the television screen. Mike made a mental note of this behavior before doing the same as Richie.


Bill, Stan, Ben, and Eddie all noticed when Richie didn’t come to school for a week. He never missed school, even when he had the stomach flu. He puked on the history teacher when they were kids, but even so, he came to school with that sickness. No one knew where he was. The Loser’s went to the office to ask and they said no one had called or given an explanation to his whereabouts that week. All of them were confused and Bill even tried to go to Richie’s house but no one answered the door.


Richie came back to school the next week, even more, sick looking than he had the previous weeks. A black beanie atop his head, he still strode in with his usual confidence even if he didn’t look the part. Eddie practically pounced on him when he walked through the double doors that Monday. “Where were you?” He demanded, hitting Richie in the arm in an attempt to show his ‘anger.’
Richie chuckled. “I was sick. I was throwing up and everything, it was really gross. But I’m sure you’d love to hear every last detail about it, huh?”

Eddie made a face of disgust, nearly gagging at the thought of throw up. “I’m good.” He said, turning off the alarm on his watch that started to go off. He had abandoned his fanny pack years ago after he found out his mother had been making him take placebos ever since he was a kid. His mother had a serious case of Munchausen by proxy that he hoped would die down now that he had realized. Regardless of this, Eddie still hated germs. It was embedded in him since he was a child and he didn’t think it was ever going to change.

Eddie finally noticed the dark gray beanie sitting atop Richie’s head. This was odd. He never wore hats, he said it ‘fucked up his perfect hair.’

“What’s with the hat, Tozier?” Eddie asked, getting on his tiptoes to remove the beanie to inspect it closer. Richie flinched, taking two small steps backward. The smaller boy furrowed his eyebrows together in confusion, silently asking what was wrong.

“You don’t wanna see my hair, toots, trust me.” Richie joked, seemingly regaining whatever it was he had lost a few seconds prior. “It is terrible.” He added, faking a Spanish accent on the last word.

Eddie scoffed. “Okay, whatever.” He blew it off, watching Richie walk up to Stan and start to annoy him as per usual. But Eddie couldn’t shake the feeling of something being wrong.


“Eddie, is there something wrong?” Beverly asked, hoisting herself onto the hood of Richie’s beat-up car. They were waiting for him to come back from the gas station’s convenience store with snacks. Eddie glanced up at her, staring at her expression for a little before shaking his head slowly. “What’s up?” She responded, taking a long drag from the cigarette between her lips. 


“I think something’s wrong with Richie.” He admitted, rubbing his arm gently.
Beverly hopped off the hood, instead leaning against it. “Me too. I noticed it a week or so ago, but I thought he was just sick.”


Eddie shrugged. “It’s making me nervous. I mean, since when did Richie wear hats?”


“He doesn’t,” Beverly stated, throwing the butt of the cigarette onto the pavement and crushing it with her boot. Richie approached them with a plastic bag filled with chips and soda, holding it up triumphantly. 


“Richie once again is the hero.” He smiled, setting the bag on the car’s hood. Beverly reached in, grabbing the sleeve of licorice and eating one.


Eddie watched Richie glance at his beat-up shoes and grimace, before looking up with a smile. “C’mon, Eds, I got your favorite. You know you love Reese’s.” Richie teased, throwing the small package at Eddie. It hit his chest and fell to the ground, Eddie not even bothering to attempt to catch it. “What the hell? Your arms made of spaghetti, Eddie Spaghetti?” He joked, reaching down and picking up the orange package. “Here.”


Richie placed it in Eddie’s hand, smiling a bit. Eddie gave him a smile back hoping neither of them saw his cheeks growing red.


Richie stopped showing up to school. A week turned into two weeks and two weeks turned into a month with still no sign of Richie. 


Eddie approached his house slowly, knocking on the wooden door. The door creaked open, his hand still raised in the air. He dropped his hand down and slowly stepped inside, quietly praying his parents weren’t home. Music was quietly playing from upstairs mixed with the sound of running water. Eddie slowly walked up the stairs, peeking through the crack in the door. Steam filled the room, coming from the bathroom attached to Richie’s room. 


Eddie felt like such a creep, but he was concerned. He glanced around the room before he noticed the water had turned off. Richie walked out of the bathroom wearing pajamas and Eddie nearly audibly gasped. Richie’s hair was missing in multiple places. He was nearly bald on the back of his head. He pushed the door open, stumbling into the room.


Richie turned on his heel. “What the fuck, Eddie? Why are you here?” He demanded, angrily.


Eddie was shocked into silence. He couldn’t process what was going through his mind. “Richie. What happened?” He asked softly, going to approach Richie. He stepped towards him, but Richie stepped backward. “Richie…” 


“You need to leave,” Richie said, looking down at the floor.


“No, you need to tell me what the hell is going on!” Eddie spat. “You don’t show up to school for a month and you expect me to leave?”


Richie let out a long sigh, kicking an old shoebox across the floor. “I have leukemia, Eds. I can’t… I can barely stand anymore… I have to…” He started to chuckle, tears welling up in his eyes. “I shower sitting down, Eddie! It’s like I’m a sad 80-year-old man.”


Eddie couldn’t breathe. “W-What? Richie- You- Why didn’t you tell us? Tell me?”
Richie shook his head, sitting down on his bed. “You think I was gonna tell everyone I was dying? No way in hell.”


Eddie frowned. “You’re not dying-”


“Really?” Richie yelled, trying to stand but falling back down. “You really believe that? I can barely stand! My parents don’t give two shits! The only reason I’m not dead yet is that Dr. Bryson’s paid for two chemo treatments! This third one is the last he can pay for and after that, Eds, I’m gonna die.” His voice cracked, a tear falling down his cheek. Eddie had been Richie’s friend since they were 13 and he’d never seen him cry. He knew Richie cried he just never thought he’d see him actually cry. 


“Richie, we can try and get you help.” Eddie offered.


Richie shook his head, taking off his glasses and covering his face. Eddie sat down next to him, wrapping his arm around Richie’s frame. He leaned into Eddie’s touch, tears still streaming down his face. Richie was broken and Eddie was breaking, he knew it.


Three months later, every Loser sat in the waiting room. Every Loser except Eddie, who they wanted to let say goodbye to Richie alone. They knew of their special bond. Eddie sat on a chair next to Richie’s hospital bed, holding his frail hand in his own. Eddie was on the verge of tears and his breaths were shaky.
Richie wasn’t breathing very well, but he still tried his best to talk to everyone who visited him, even his parents. The doctor informed him he had just about two months left and that was three months ago. Richie had pushed through an extra month but he lost his fight.

“I can’t believe I killed a… fucking clown and… cancer beat me…” He chuckled, starting to cough. Eddie let out a laugh, a tear falling down his face and landing on their intertwined hands.


“Eds…” Richie gasped, squeezing Eddie’s hand as tight as he could. “I want you… I want you to know… that… that… I love… love you… Eddie…”
As he finished his thought, Richie’s head fell back onto the pillow. Eddie sat up quickly. “Richie? Richie!” He tried to shake him but he wasn’t waking up. The monitor was beeping wildly. “Rich! Richie!” The beeping stopped and it was replaced by a constant whine. “Richie…” He sobbed, hot tears rolling down his red cheeks. He squeezed Richie’s still warm hand, bringing it up to his lips shakily, kissing it lightly. 


“Richie…” Eddie whispered, his voice cracking halfway through.
A doctor walked him out of the room, giving his condolences. Eddie walked out into the waiting room, all of the Loser’s standing upon his entry. “He’s..” He started, but in that moment it really hit Eddie that his best friend, his best friend that he loved, was truly gone. He started to sob again, falling to the tile floor. He curled up into a ball, feeling his friends surround him. Bill even wrapped his arms around Eddie tightly as he cried. Not one Loser’s eye was dry. Everyone in that room loved Richard Tozier, no matter how annoying he could get sometimes. In that instant, all of their world’s came crashing down. The Loser’s would never- could never- truly be the Losers without Richie.


“He’s gone…” Eddie cried, his eyes burning from tears. “Richie… He… I didn’t tell him.. I didn’t tell him I… I loved him back! I loved him back! I didn’t tell him!” Eddie became erratic, thrashing to get out of their arms. “I have to tell him I love him!”


“Eddie-” Bill grabbed him, holding him in place.


“Bill, I have to tell him! I love him! Bill, I love him! I didn’t say it back, I have to tell him!” Eddie was shaking violently, trying to escape Bill’s grasp. He was crying too.


“Eddie… Eddie, he’s gone… Please…” Bill was trying to get him to calm down but it wasn’t working. 


Eddie Kaspbrak was officially broken.


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when i was 11, i was in a relationship because i said “i love you” and we decided to start dating. it only lasted a month and im pretty sure he has hated me ever since we broke up.

when i was 16, i had a friend who would say “i love you guys” when all i really wanted him to say was “i love you” to me. i believed i was madly in love with him. he ended up saying “i love you” to my best friend and they are still dating to this day.


when i was 16, another friend comforted me. he said “i love you” and that he felt for me because of what had happened. he made me feel special and happy again. i said i love you too, hoping maybe this would go somewhere. we kissed in his gross garage, we were both sweaty from walking in the heat and it lasted for about 2 seconds. after that day, i never heard a word from him again.


when i was 17, i started dating a guy because he was nice, and because a guy was actually talking to me and telling me he wanted to be with me. we talked all summer and began dating in the fall. he said “i love you” after dating for about a week. December came and “i love you” turned into “what did i do to make you ignore me like this?” January came and i finally broke it off because the silence was killing me. my first true heartbreak. i still haven’t talked to him since mid December.


now I’m 18, at this point, the three words “I love you” mean absolutely nothing. for me it turned into what you say to parents and relatives. what you say because you know it will make the other person happy. its what you say because thats what you’re supposed to do in a relationship. the words had lost all meaning. my heart was broken so many times that it turned into something you say it because it feels right, not because you mean it.


and then you came along. i wasn’t expecting you to be a part of my life. you started to talk to me and i was taken aback. i was cautious. i knew that if “i love you” slipped your tongue like it had the others, you wouldn’t mean it. but for our first date, instead of meeting you somewhere, you picked me up and took me. you let me share my darkest secrets. you met my family, and i met yours. you showed me off. i was scared. i knew that if i lost you, my whole world would crash into a brick wall. i knew that you could be the one i could spend the rest of my life with. you earned my trust, something that wasn’t very easy at the time.


after 5 months, thats when i realized, i love you. i didn’t just want to say it because i felt like i had to. i genuinely love you, with every atom in my body. you bring out something in me that makes me so much happier and joyful. you are good to me. you are patient and gentle and anything i could ever ask for. so when i say this, know this is something i truly, honestly mean:


I love you.

—  n.k.//10:44
what i love you means to me

It’s Difficult (WTLYBF) - 3

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“Wait, you’re serious? You actually said that?!” you ask Jungkook, who was walking next to you. He nods, laughing along loudly with you. You told him about Tae, and now you two were talking about your dumb crushes and embarrassing moments around them. Jungkook knew about your crush on Taehyung, so he felt bad and tried to cheer you up: He succeeded at that because all that was on your mind were the stories you could tell him about your past crushes. “What about you? What’s something weird you’ve said to your crush?” Jungkook asks you, giving you his adorable bunny smile. “I told him he had nice legs as a joke..yeah, it’s fair to say he lost the little interest he had in me.” You both giggle about your short story, Jungkook saying something about how weird you were. “Hey, are you hungry? There’s a small restaurant nearby.” You nod and follow Jungkook to where the restaurant was. Once you entered, the smell of the delicious food went through your nostrils. You couldn’t wait to eat. Your thoughts were interrupted by nearby laughter that sounded familiar. Turning, you see Taehyung and Jiyeon sitting across from each other, laughing and holding hands on top of the table. They looked cute together. It made you feel sad again, knowing your best friend was meant to be with the guy you really liked. A hand fell to your shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. Jungkook’s eyes reflected sympathy, a soft smile on his features. You smile back and follow him to the table. When you sit down, a sweet waitress comes over and starts you with a drink. Once she leaves, Jungkook begins to talk to you. As rude as it seemed, you ignore him and think to yourself.

Why was the universe against me? All your life people have said Jiyeon was the prettier friend, and you never minded until now. Her perfect self won Taehyung over without even knowing it. You began to feel insecure. Not only that, but a small envy towards your own friend. All because of Taehyung. But the more you thought about it, it wasn’t just that. There were more reasons. Jiyeon was a good friend, but she had her bad times. Times where a bitchy side would come out. Maybe guys like that. Nonetheless, you loved her company. Hopefully she treats him right, which you had no doubt about, and hopefully he doesn’t break her heart. You were so caught up in your thoughts you didn’t notice the waitress come back for your drinks.

“Y/N, you good?” You nodded and smiled at the waitress in apology, bowing your head slightly. You ordered the same as Jungkook, the older lady smiling at you two. “Are you two a couple? You’re very cute.” Tae and I would get mistaken for a couple a lot. Jungkook was about to deny but you shook your head at him. “Couple discount,” you mouthed, making him ‘oh’ and smirk. “Yeah, we’ve been steady for a few weeks.” He grabs your hand from across the table and gives it a squeeze. “That’s sweet, young love. Would you like a couple discount?” You two look at each other and smile cheekily. “Sure.” She nods and smiles once again before leaving, entering the kitchen. After you’re sure she’s gone, you two laugh. “You’re smart.” You flip your hair jokingly, “I know.” It then hit you that Jungkook was still holding your hand. You chose not to say anything, liking the feeling of warmth. Instead, you lifted your other hand and intertwined it with his. Jungkook didn’t mind and just smiled, laughing. “Are you hitting on me?” You let out a fart noise, “you wish.” He pretends to cry, making an ugly face that made you laugh loudly.

Minutes into your conversation, a figure appears between the both of you. You thought it was the waitress, but it was someone else. Taehyung. “Oh, hi.” you say, a bit awkwardly. “Hey.” he responds, putting on a tight forced smile. Was he mad? If he was, you were beyond confused. He was with his girlfriend, having a good time. And he also knew you were hanging out with Kookie today. After your awkward greetings, nothing else was said. “I wasn’t aware you and Kook were a thing.” Taehyung mutters. “Oh- we’re actually not. It’s all just for a couple discount.” He nods, looking away before looking directly at you again. “Well you sure do seem like a couple.” “Well, that’s a good thing. It’s more convincing.” Jungkook blurts. He had this look of annoyance in his eyes, but you weren’t sure why. His jaw seemed sharper, so he must’ve been clenching it. You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, sending him a sad smile when he turned to look at you. “Okay then. I’ll be leaving, bye.” You say a goodbye too and watch him leave. Jiyeon waited for him at the exit, looping her arm with Tae’s once he was in her reach. You watched as they left, Jiyeon pecking Tae’s cheek as inaudible words came out of his mouth.

“Here’s your food, enjoy.” You and Jungkook thank the waitress, letting each other go to eat properly. The food was delicious, your mouth watering at the taste. “God, how come you never showed me this place?” You ask, taking another bite. “You were always with Taehyung so I never had the chance.” You nod, looking down. “B-But today I had the opportunity so I took you here. It’s good isn’t it?” His answer was immediate, seconds after his first comment. You found that weird, and not only that but his stutter. You shrug it off. “Yeah, delicious. This should be our hangout spot.” Looking up, you see Jungkook nodding. After you both finish, you go up to pay, making sure to leave a tip. “Is it just me or is it colder?” you ask once you’re outside, pulling your sweater’s sleeves more up to your hands. “No, it is colder.” Jungkook responds. You huddle together, shoulder to shoulder. There was a bit of heat, but anything helped really. “Kookie?” He hums in response. “Thanks for agreeing to hang out. I made up a lie about us having plans to avoid Tae. Fake, I know; but I can’t keep myself together if we’re together, it makes me think that all we’ll ever be is friends.” you explain. “It’s no problem. Just text me whenever you need me.” You nod and hug his arm. “You’re the best.” Jungkook laughs. “I know.”

»part 3 for y'all, earlier than I thought I’d upload it haha. my phone is at 11% wow, I spent around an hour or two to write and edit so it’s good for you guys 💕thanks for enjoying this series and taking time to read it. part 4? ;)«

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