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miscellaneous tips for your first year of college/university:


- try as much as possible to avoid 8 am classes. you could do it in high school, but trust me when I say you don’t want them in college. (but also realize that sometimes you have to take them if you want to graduate on time, especially if the classes are only offered during a certain time.)

- go to office hours. go to office hours. for the love of god, go to office hours. you want to be on good terms with the professors, especially those in your major department because chances are you’ll be in their class more than once and you’ll need a letter of rec from them.

- but if you’re trying to raise your grade, kiss up to the TA (teacher’s assistant). they’re the ones that are in charge of your grade, not the professor. they know you better because of the smaller class sizes and they’ll know how much work you’re really putting into the class.

- it’s quite possible the pull off writing a 5-7 page paper the night before it’s due and still get a good grade on it if you know the material well.

- address emails to the professor with “Hello Professor, …”, include the class you’re in, and conclude with your name and student ID number. be professional and keep in mind that the professor lectures to hundreds of students.

- bring a cold bottle of water to morning lectures and drink from it if you feel like falling asleep. the cold will keep you up (and it’s healthier and cheaper than coffee).

- library floors get quieter the higher you move up.

- if you want to take adderall, don’t start with a large dose. start with 10mg, see how you handle it, and go from there. adderall can be dangerous if you OD. some side effects of adderall include trouble falling asleep and loss of appetite.

- it’s in your best interests not to plagiarize. properly cite all the sources you use. maybe you got away with it in high school, but that shit won’t fly in college.

- study groups are only helpful and beneficial to you if everyone in that group has something to contribute.

- self control, momentum, and evernote are great productivity apps for your mac.

dorm life

- tide pods for laundry is so much easier than lugging down a bottle of detergent and a separate bottle of softener and then having to measure them out.

- if you’ve already washed your colored clothes at least once, you don’t need to separate lights from darks. just remember to use cold water. (I myself am a lazy fuck and I don’t sort my laundry at all. my clothes are fine.)

- ask your RA to get a clock radio for the bathroom (if it’s communal) so music can drown out the sound of the person taking a shit in the stall next to you.

- don’t be afraid to speak up if your roommate does something that is annoying you. approach them in a friendly way (chances are, they didn’t even notice it was bothering you) so that they’ll give you the same courtesy. communication is key.

- you don’t have to be friends with your roommate. you just have to live with them. don’t try and force a friendship if it clearly isn’t working.

- don’t be that asshole that hits their snooze button 10 times so their alarm goes off repeatedly.

- instant noodles = life.

- bring tupperware and hide it in your backpack so you can sneak food out of the dining commons.


- don’t go to parties if you don’t like them.

- don’t drink any hard liquor that comes from a plastic handle.

- you should not be with friends that try to convince you to violate your morals.

- conversely, you should also not be with friends that judge you if you don’t share their morals.

- always. use. the. buddy. system.

- if someone passes out/falls asleep, lay them on their side, not their back. that way, if they throw up, they won’t choke.

- if you get to the point where you need an ambulance because of all of the drugs/alcohol you ingested, tell the medic the truth about the substances you took. they’re not interested in putting you in jail; they’re just trying to save your fucking life. (I can personally attest to this.)

- make sure the change your privacy settings on facebook if you don’t want your family seeing pictures of you with alcohol in the background, dressed promiscuously, etc. some friends don’t ask before putting up/tagging you in pictures.


- to someone that has never had sex, it seems like everyone is having sex all the time and that’s all that matters, but trust me when I say that’s the furthest thing from the truth. don’t let the pressure get to you.

- use condoms even if you’re on birth control to protect from STDs.

- try to take a sex ed/human sexuality class. (the one I took was offered through the sociology department.) in universities as opposed to high school, the sex ed is more comprehensive, usually covers queer relationships (mine did), and does not teach from an abstinence-only POV. they’re very helpful even for those who have had a lot of experience.

- don’t expect people you hook up with at parties to be anything more than that - hookups.

- abstaining from sex doesn’t make you any better than someone who fucks a new person every weekend and being sexually active doesn’t make you “cooler” and someone who has never had sex. remember that.

- don’t use flavored condoms for penetrative sex; you could get a yeast infection. flavored condoms are meant for oral sex only.

- speaking of condoms, it’s really easy to get them for free. student health hands them
out like candy the first couple weeks of school.

- get tested first if you and your partner want to have unprotected sex. seriously.

free free to message me any more questions you might have about college/uni. I’d be happy to help/share from my personal experience or elaborate on anything I’ve said here. reblog and add more tips if you have them; I’m sure i haven’t thought of everything. have a great upcoming school year, freshmen!

Friends Part 1

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 1947

Warnings: Fluffy and angst

Thank you @amrita31199 for beta this for me you are amazing 

credits to the gif owner

You never felt so inadequate in your life, when you left the house for one of Tony’s parties . You felt beautiful in your black strapless dress and high heels.  But as soon as you arrived at the party, you felt your heart being shattered.

You see Bucky with a beautiful blonde in his arms , when he sees you he comes in your direction kissing your cheek and pulling you to a hug “Don’t you look beautiful?” He says staring into your eyes, you smile at him with your best fake smile“Well I tried, apparently not as hard as your date.” You say sounding bitter even if that is the last thing you wanted to be or sound like.

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the bike shorts incident

Zimbits | Fluff & Crack | 3.2k | AO3

Bitty gets a series of texts from Jack just minutes before their shared class is due to start. Bitty is alarmed for several reasons—Jack’s preference for sending single texts, and the fact that Jack is normally in class before Bitty at the top of the list.

Jack 9:56 Are there seats in the back row?

Jack 9:57 Can you move to the back row and save me one

Jack 9:57 Near the door on the east side

Jack 9:57 Please

Jack 9:58 ??

Bitty isn’t sure what’s going on, but he gathers his stuff quickly, dumping it into his bag, and heads to the back row near the specified door, trying to type as he goes.

Bitty 9:59 I’ve moved. Got a seat for you. Everything okay?

Jack 9:59 Is anyone near you?

Bitty looks around.

Bitty 10:00 A few people further down the row, and about five rows in front. Teacher just walked in and is setting up.

Bitty looks around to the door, holding his phone in case it buzzes again with a message from Jack.

The teacher calls the class to attention and there’s still no sign of Jack. It’s not like him to miss class. Bitty wants to go out and find him to see what’s going on, but he can’t now that the teacher has seen him. He gets out his books and pen again, and focuses to the front, keeping his phone visible on the desk just in case.

He keeps an ear out for the door, and just as Professor Miao begins her lecture, he hears it opening. It’s almost like Jack was waiting until he knew she’d started.

Jack sticks his head through the gap and looks around nervously. He meets eyes with Bitty, who raises eyebrows at him, trying to get some clue as to what Jack’s been texting him for. As Jack pushes the door open slowly, and hurries quietly in, practically tiptoeing over to the seat Bitty has saved for him, Bitty thinks he knows what Jack’s been worried about.

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anonymous asked:

Would you be able to do a side by side comparison of Ariana's hairline from her red hair days vs now? I want to see if it has actually changed that dramatically or if we are over reacting lol.

I have a picture from nowish to around 2015 and the difference is honestly dramatic enough. I don’t think I need to go all the way back to her red days- just a few years ago that hairline wasn’t too bad, take a look:

Obviously some of her hair is down in picture 2 but the parts that are up are all round her ear and the whole hairline has moved radically up.

A guy in my choir asked me to come talk to him in private. He told me his 3 year old nephew just got diagnosed with autism and he wanted to know what to avoid.

Pause. Breathe. This is advocacy done right. I warned my choir about Autism Speaks in April. This gentleman was really excited about #REDinstead. He’s kind of an awkward fellow, very quiet and soft spoken, so it was surprising to see him approach me with questions. I was happy to answer, though!

I said avoid any kinds of behavior therapy that tries to suppress stimming and explained why stimming is important for autistic people. I added to this by saying he should be taught smaller, quieter stims to do in places where big or noisy ones might cause distractions– but I said do not ever insist he completely stop stimming.

I mentioned he should sure his nephew understands why something is wrong if he does something naughty and don’t just punish him, because if he doesn’t know why it’s wrong he may keep doing the naughty thing over and over. So if he hits somebody or takes a toy away from them, tell him it hurts them and their feelings just like it would hurt his feelings if somebody hit him or took the toy he was playing with.

I explained what meltdowns, self-injurious behavior and overstimulation were and how they may feel and what one can do to help.

I explained aggressive behaviors and ways to help deal with it safely.

I told him all about why functioning labels are really harmful and I talked about presuming competence in nonverbal autistic people who use AAC or whose communications aren’t understandable.

I talked about echolalia, how it is valid communication by demonstrating some of mine (he was surprised by how much of my speech is actually echolalia) and said he could use that to teach his nephew some phrases that may help him socially later. Things like “Hi, how are you?” or “Please / thank you.”

I finished off by saying autism isn’t tragic or horrible, it gets made horrible for autistic people when we’re forced to behave in ways unnatural to us for everyone else’s comfort.

The major kicker? This is an older gentleman. He leaned back and said “You know what? I probably would’ve got diagnosed as autistic if I was a kid today. I didn’t get along with other kids too much because they were too noisy and kept changing all the game rules. I liked to play quietly by myself. Crowds hurt my ears. I have to wear earplugs at work every day. But when I was a kid you never saw autistic or mentally challenged people*, they were locked up.”

This guy is probably an undiagnosed autistic himself. I kinda suspected it, but I didn’t say anything out of nowhere to him because that’s awkward. But when he brought it up, I giggled and said “Maybe you are!”

But it was so neat to have someone come up to me and ask me questions because they want to really work with an autistic person in their life rather than shove help at them. The fact that he’s probably an undiagnosed autistic person himself means it’ll be an interesting journey for him.

Today reminded me of why advocacy in the autistic community is important. There’s a lot of people who need more education, but we are changing the world one person at a time. In my mind, I picture individual blue light bulbs turning red as people are led away from the awfulness that is Autism Speaks and towards autistic advocates. :)

*I informed him that ‘intellectual disability’ is the proper term now and he thanked me for that info too.


summary: Dan Howell is a regular teenager. He goes to high school, he hangs out with his best friends (PJ, Chris, and Phil), and he hates doing homework. He’s fairly attractive, enough so to attract the attention of a few girls and secretly Phil. What people don’t know about this average teen, is that he isn’t so average. Dan Howell is in a popular alternative band. He sings and plays keyboard for this band, known to many as ‘Ripping Ivory’. He wears a mask onstage as he sings and is known by his fanbase as Q, even though they know this isn’t his true identity.

warnings: panic attack type situation, worry, some sexual references. but all warnings are small this book is overall very nice i just need to warn bc warnings

words: 4100

a/n: this is my first fic so i edited this and read it over many times. please tell me if i have any grammar mistakes or anything. also, im really proud of this so please don’t let it flop!!

p.s.s: ik this is a bad title. i write i don’t come up with this crap.


“Dude did you guys hear about how Ripping Ivory is coming here in 2 weeks??” Chris asks as he sits down at the lunch table. Dan doesn’t even flinch at the name because of how much his friends talk about the band, but his heart does speed up and he is afraid that they may ask him something and Dan will end up telling them, that he is Q and that’s him behind the mask.

Phil nods, “I already got tickets! Are you guys going??” PJ and Chris both exclaim a form of 'yes!’ but Dan shakes his head and looks down. “Why can’t you go? I could probably get tickets for you if it has anything to do with money”

'Nope, definitely not money’ Dan thinks to himself, 'Just the fact that I’ll be the one singing at that concert.’ “I’m visiting my grandma the day of the concert” This wasn’t technically a lie, except for the fact that his grandma was coming to the concert to see him perform. As long as they never see her there then there will be no problems. Dan tries to make sure his family members come to the concerts at different times so no one will ever suspect it. All of his close relatives and his co-workers are the only people who know his secret.

“Oh man, that sucks” PJ whispers. They had all wanted to go together, and Dan had made sure to act excited with them about it weeks prior to get them pumped. Dan is actually very glad that they will be able to come to his band’s concert, only part of him wishes he could be in the crowd with them.

The thought of Ripping Ivory without Dan, or Q, makes Dan giggle. It would be David on the bass and Todd on the drums but only David’s back up vocals, or any vocals for that matter. Dan did most of the singing.

“We’ll take videos and pictures for you.” Phil comforts him and gives him a small hug before pulling away.

“Lester’s going to have /a lot/ of pictures and videos. We all know how much he loves Q,” Chris says and then makes his voice higher and clasps his hands together as he talks again, “Oh my Q! He’s so beautiful and his hair looks so soft! I’m going to marry him one day!” Phil shoves Chris from across the table.

“No, Phil talks more about his ass in those tight ass jeans. I wonder how that boy can even breathe in them,” PJ chuckles and dodges any attacks from a angry looking Phil. Phil can’t look angry so Dan would describe him as looking like an angry goldfish.

'Easy,’ Dan thinks, 'You get used to wearing them after a while. They’ve just shaped to fit my body perfectly.’

Dan then realizes what Phil has been thinking about Q. Q has the same body as Dan, so does Phil like Dan’s body too????? Dan’s cheeks heat up and his heart rate speeds up at the indirect compliment. Phil was definitely someone that he may or may not have a /tiny/ crush on. I mean, who wouldn’t fall for him?

“I mean, maybe you could come to another concert with us another time…” Chris says, trying to lighten the situation. “It’s okay, I will. I heard panic! is coming in November,” Dan says and smiles, suddenly changing the topic to that.


Dan and Phil both walk to Phil’s house together. Phil walks up the sidewalk to the front door and opens it up. “Thanks for coming over, I really needed someone to hang out with. My parents have been gone for 2 days and it’s lonely.”

“Not that I don’t want to be here, because I do, but why couldn’t Chris or PJ come??” Dan asks curiously.

“They’re probably having sex.”

“That’s true. Not a mental picture I needed though”

“Sorry.. but now I have it too so we’re even”

Dan’s phone buzzes in his pocket and he picks it up, checking the new message. It’s in his band’s group chat from their manager, Sara, to the band group chat. 'BAND STUFF’ was too obvious so they settled for the next best option.


meet at arena, they’re letting us go up early to practice / get some things done before the concert.

Dan sighs, “Phil, I’m really sorry but I have to go..”

“What, why?”

“Family emergency.”

Phil has been getting suspicious of a lot of these random having to leave things and family emergencies, but he doesn’t say anything because what if his mum was really in the hospital or dying?? Then Phil would be a terrible friend.

Phil just nods, “Go ahead. Text me if you can? Anything is better than being alone.”

Dan nods back, “Of course”




Dan slides on his mask, a plain black covering that went around his eyes and the top of his nose. Dan also pushes his hair up into a quiff for shows so no one will be able to tell him from his fringe.

Ripping Ivory’s shows are what Dan calls 'Literally the best thing you’ll ever go to’. There’s lights, smoke, audience participation (consensual of course), and wardrobe changes for different parts of the concert.

Dan wears his black skinny jeans most of the concert and changes his shirts mostly. Unless it’s an outdoor concert and halfway through the concert he may change into basketball shorts.

Dan and the rest of the members quickly skim through their songs and then all of them sneak off to decode the entire arena to find the best spots to stay and check out dressing rooms. It is a pre-concert tradition for them to memorize every corridor and backstage thing they can. They may or may not play hide and seek up until they literally call them to go onstage.

FROM PHIL (to Dan):

everything going good with your family??

FROM DAN (to Phil):

yeah sorry about having to leave..

FROM PHIL (to Dan):

it’s totally understandable.


“I’m not counting, that round was unfair!” Todd complains and crosses his arms.

Dan laughs and rolls his eyes, “I found you fair and square.”

“You didn’t tell us you were coming.”

“Fine! I’ll just count! We have 45 seconds so I’m giving you 15 seconds to run to a spot,” David says and puts his hands over his eyes, starting to count (rather quickly too). Dan runs as fast as he can into a closet and slams the door shut and he suddenly hears a small click.

Dan goes into panic mode when he finds the door locked. He starts banging on the door for someone to come open it. “HELP!!!!!” he screams and he waits for a good at least 30 seconds before David opens the door. “Dan we’re supposed to be out there! Hurry!”

Dan, Todd, and David all sprint to their spots when entering the stage.

Dan is lifted onto the stage from a middle spot. He runs his fingers through his already pushed up hair and fixes his mask. “Hello London!” he says happily and the crowd starts shouting. Dan walks up and starts high-fiving people from the front of the pit. “Sorry for starting so late” Dan giggles a bit, “I got trapped in a closet” He widens his eyes a bit and smiles.

“But no one here came to hear me complain about my life so lets start out with some 'Focus on her’!” The crowd shouts loudly and Dan smiles a very happy smile.

Dan walks forward to the front of the stage as he sings. For this song and the next two songs after he will be wearing this white button-up that is short sleeve and has small black dots on it. Most of his wardrobe is monochrome because of his mask and jeans but some parts he has more bright clothes.

Smoke rises up on both sides of Dan and around the rest of the band and lights flash in all directions.

The next three songs finish way faster than anyone wanted. Dan and the other members run backstage as they play a video for the crowd that is enough to keep them on their toes for the next song.

Dan runs out after the video just ends. He is now wearing a Kanye West 'Yeezus’ shirt that he just threw on because he’ll be doing the 'It Game’ after the next song.

The It Game is whenever he has one of his security guards pick a random girl or guy from the audience. Then he sings them one of their more lovey songs (as much as Dan doesn’t want to admit it, he wrote the song while thinking of him and Phil). He then asks them a few questions to entertain the audience and give the 'It’ a good experience to remember. The 'It’ is able to leave the stage with backstage passes for whoever they came with and a kiss on the cheek from Q.

Soon enough, Dan is waiting for the spotlight to land on whoever his main guard, Bob, chose to go on stage. “Okay guys, we’re now going to play a little game. One of my security guards, and good friends, will be choosing a person from the audience to come up here. If you’re asked and don’t want to, just say no because I know how bad that can be for someone. Like 'OMG Q why did you force me on stage and make me say my name in front of like a ton of people?!’, it’s okay because I won’t. So Bob, go and find the 'It’.”

The crowd cheers and several people jump and hold up signs to try and get onstage. Suddenly a spotlight stops in the middle. Dan can’t tell what the person looks like because of how bright everything is but he will whenever they get up on the stage.

Footsteps, the spotlight is put not only on Dan, but his guest. Dan looks up into the eyes and is filled with familiarity. Blue eyes that he could recognize in a sea of people. Out of everyone here, Bob chose Phil Lester. That bastard knew who he was to Dan and chose him on purpose.

Dan smiles and grabs a stool from the side of the stage for him to sit down. He grabs a microphone and hands it to Phil because Dan has a headset mic. “What’s your name?” Dan asks with a smile and suddenly /really/ hopes Phil won’t be able to recognize him even through a mask.


“Beautiful name for a beautiful man, huh?”

Phil’s cheeks go a dark shade of red, “Thank you” he almost whispers.

“I would compliment you more, but I guess singing you a song will work too” Dan smiles at him and Phil’s eyes crinkle up into that beautiful smile that Dan loves seeing. “Adorable” Dan says and starts with the song.

Dan finishes the song by walking up to Phil and swiftly pushing the little hairs that had fallen out of his fringe back with the others, giving him a small smile. “So, Phil, where are you from?”

“Here. Me and my friends got so excited whenever we found out you guys were coming, although one of them couldn’t make it, but there’s always next time”

“Of course, I’m glad you could make it though. Or else you’d never get to be sat on a bright stage with Q.”

“My one true dream, finally come true.”

Dan laughs and smiles, “Glad I could make it happen. Tell me Phil, is there anyone special in your life right now?”

Phil smiles a bit and looks down, “I would say you but I haven’t even taken you to dinner yet” Phil laughs and shakes his head, “No, but in all seriousness, there’s this guy I may or may not be on the verge of asking out.”

Both Dan and the crowd collectively go 'ooooo’ at the same time. Dan props his elbows on his legs and rests his head on his hands, watching Phil. “Tell me more, we have time”

“Well I’m not going to say anything specific because he always seems to know everything about this band but he’s really cute and bisexual, and I’m pretty sure that even if I wasn’t gay that I still would’ve fallen in love with him.”

“Awwww!! I wish you and your man, good luck” Dan says and he means it because 'oh my shithole, Phil just indirectly told him that he likes/loves Dan???!??!?!

“Thank you” Phil blushes more and smiles.

“Okay, before I so rudely kick you off my stage, how many people did you come here with?”

“Two of my friends and myself.”

“Would two of your friends and yourself like to come backstage after the show to hang out??”

“Yes please”

“Aw, such a gentleman. Okay so go see Bob when you exit the stage and he’ll get you those passes. See you later!” Dan smiles to himself and walks up to Phil, kissing his cheek.


“These are literally my best friends so don’t do stupid things okay?? I’ll be hearing all about this tomorrow at school,” Dan warns his band members. Todd laughs, “So don’t reveal you, show your dick pi-” “I don’t take dick pics!” Dan shouts and throws a bottle of water at him, causing it to spill all over Tom and the ground. At this same moment, PJ, Chris, and Phil are all ushered into the room.

David laughs loudly at the situation, “Looks like you have already failed your mission not to embarrass yourself.” “At least I don’t look like I pissed myself” Dan says and eyes Todd. Todd puts his middle finger up at Dan, “At least I’m not talking about my dick”

“I’ll have you know I have a very nice dick”

“No you don’t”

“You’ve seen me naked before you don’t have to lie”

“Nah mate, I say that /because/ I’ve seen you naked”

Dan throws another bottle of water at him and then turns to their guests. “I’m Q, this is David and Todd. Welcome to our humble abode…. er I mean my dressing room.”

Chris smiles and steps forward, shaking Dan’s hand, “Big fan of your music. Glad to be able to meet you in person.”

PJ smiles, “Same for me. I bet it’s even better for Phil to meet you, he likes you almost as much as he loves 'Daaaaannn’” Dan hopes no one can see the blush on his cheeks.

Todd walks up and pats Dan on the back, “You’ve always been popular with the ladies.. and guys too. We have a big LGBT+ audience. I’d say it’s a very good thing though, spreading gayness one song at a time.”


PJ, Chris, and Phil all leave after about 30 minutes because that’s the most amount of time that the guards would let them stay. As they leave, they spot Dan’s grandma walking around backstage and talking to Bob.

All three of them walk over to her. Chris decides to talk for them, “Mrs. April?? What are you doing here?” She turns around and smiles at the boys, “Oh boys! It’s so nice to see all of you! I just came to see the wonderful show!”

“I thought Dan was going to visit you today? He said that’s why he couldn’t make it to the concert..” Phil says, suddenly confused. PJ then steps up, “Also.. how did you get back here without a backstage pass?”

Mrs. April smiles at them without it wavering at all, “I have to go” she says and walks away, towards the dressing rooms where they can see Q step out and hug her. Just as he goes inside, he slips off his mask, and leaves the other boys at an angle where they couldn’t see his face"


They all sit in the car, left silent with their thoughts as PJ drives them back to Chris’ house. “What if Q is Dan?” Phil asks quietly and Chris laughs. Phil shakes his head at him, “It sounds idiotic but it’s possible. Dan’s grandma came and hugged Q, Dan told us he couldn’t come to see us because he was going to see his grandma, and we already know he can sing and play piano. I’m not reaching very far to conclude this- oh my god I admitted to Dan himself that I’m practically in love with him”

PJ smiles sympathetically, “It’s okay Phil. We’ll find out- plus anytime you said something about it Q got flustered so if it’s true maybe Dan likes you back. I think the best way to find out will be to not ask him about it and let it unfold. I have a plan.”


That night, the boys went over several plans until they got down the best one that they could think of that should trap Dan into telling them the truth. They decided to go with the plan at lunchtime.

“How was the concert?” Dan asks and Phil smiles. His experience at the concert could be put in the top 3 moments of his life. “Amazing! I got on stage and Q was so hot and cute and he kissed my cheek and I swear it’s still burning a hole where his lips touched and we got to go backstage to meet the band!” Phil says excitedly and sits down next to Dan.

PJ and Chris sit down after Phil. “What about you, how was your grandma?” PJ asks and Dan had already guessed that they would ask about her so he was prepared. “She was great actually. Her and my mum talked all night basically and I contributed to about 30% of their conversations. We left her house really late, like 1 or 2.”

Chris contorts his face a bit, “So that’s why she was at your concert last night? We got to speak to her.”

Dan’s heart suddenly starts racing really fast, worse than other times. His breathing quickens and the room starts getting smaller. The people talking around him is louder than usual. “I-I’ve go-tta go-o” he whispers and stands up. The room starts spinning, making it hard for Dan to move. Dan tries to grab onto Phil to break his fall but he completely misses and trips, banging his head against the ground. The last thing Dan remembers before everything going black is the sound of his own sobbing (he doesn’t remember crying but he knows it was himself crying), Phil quickly getting on the floor with him, and PJ yelling for a nurse.


Dan barely squints his eyes open. He has a cold washcloth on his forehead and he is in his bedroom. Phil is sitting at the end of his bed and Chris and PJ are on the love seat across from his bed. They haven’t noticed Dan woke up yet so he decides to listen to their conversation like the sneaky fuck he is, he shuts his eyes once more.

“Gotta say, that guy is really good at what he does. He’s gotten this entire thing past us for 3 years and we only just found out because we went to a concert.” The voice is definitely PJ.

“I can understand why he would keep it from us, this is a big deal. He obviously just wants to keep his identity a secret so he can live normally. This crossed a big barrier for him, bringing famous life into his normal life. That episode he had was understandable” Phil says and places his hand on Dan’s leg.

“I just want him to know that he can trust us, we’ve known him since we were all in our moms’ wombs. This isn’t something I would just go and tell someone,” Chris adds to the conversation.

Before anyone else speaks, Dan decides to make his way in. “That’s good to know” he whispers and sits up a bit in bed and opens his eyes. All three of the boys all snap their heads to look at Dan. “Don’t talk, I want to do this myself.” They nod and Dan rubs his hands over his face before starting.

“Hello, my name is Daniel James Howell. I am in my last year of schooling before I go to university, if I even do, and I’m also in a band. I am known as Q, the guy with the mask, or the guy with extremely tight jeans in the alternative band, Ripping Ivory. I sing songs and and play piano with my other best friends, Todd Harris and David York. Now, I may be best friends with them, but I have some even closer friends that I go to school with. I didn’t tell them about being in a band because I was scared of judgement or them turning on me. I now realize that I can tell them several things that should be told. Also including the fact that I’m in love with my best friend, who I have even written songs about. Which includes the song that I sang for him last night, in front of an arena of people.”

They’re quiet for a painful amount of time. Dan decides to add onto his speech, “Our first ever concert- it was in Reading at a small diner. Back then my mask was bright red and had black paint marks on it- I still have that one actually. But anyways, at that concert I had only known Todd and David for 2 weeks. Enough time to learn the songs I had made. At the beginning of the first song we song, I had the worst panic attack I’ve ever had. The diner was packed to the brim and everyone was watching us. Todd and I sat outside for 20 minutes before I could go back inside and we fucking rocked that show! That show was what bonded me and Todd closer and I still think of the things he told me then whenever I get nervous doing a show or even right now. I shouldn’t be scared of talking to you guys about anything, so there goes most of my secrets.”

“Most?” PJ asks curiously.

“Well do you want a full list of every person I’ve ever wanked to?”

PJ then shakes his head at the same time as Phil.

Chris smirks, “It’d only be two people. 1. Evan Peters 2. Phil Lester”

Phil shoots Chris a glare. PJ stands up, “Chris, lets give Dan and Phil some time to talk things out. We can go talk to Dan’s mum” Chris nods and him and PJ race out of the room and Chris shuts the door behind him.

“D-Did you really write that song about me?” Phil asks with a pink tint to his cheeks. Dan nods and smiles, sitting up all the way and letting Phil come sit next to him. “Who else would I write about having eyes you could swim in? And making my heart do that little flippy over thing” Phil smiles, “Well now you’ll have a new song to write about, about taking chances and finding love, a cliche song about the real life Hannah Montana who meets the love of his life. Dannah Montana.” They’re both silent for a moment, enjoying each other’s company.

Dan smiles at Phil and Phil smiles back, “I’m really proud of you Dan” Phil whispers, cuddling into Dan. “I wouldn’t of done it without my 3 best friends being the sneakiest shits ever. Now, lets get to the real stuff. You calling Q hot, and 'oh the things you would do if his jeans were off’.” Phil blushes and kisses Dan’s cheek, “You’ll find out those things in a matter of time, just a matter of time dear”

Too Many Secrets

Pairing: The Avengers Team x Reader

Warning: Swearing // Dirty Secrets

A/N: I was watching FRIENDS the other day and got this idea from one of the episodes. But I changed it by a lot.

“Oh no, some of still have secrets.” Tony shakes his head as you roll your eyes.

“Aside from things we’ve done before coming here, but as a household we’re pretty open with each other.” Sam shrugs.

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Pairing: Lucifer x Reader
Word count: 1,210
Warnings: Angst. Death of an innocent. Cussing. Drinking. Fluffy Ending.
Challenge:  This was written for @bloodstained-porcelain-doll​‘s Challenge of Raven. This was a unique challenge - I gave her a small paragraph about myself (similar to ships) and she provided me with my character (Lucifer), Genre (Angst and Fluff) and dialog I had to incorporate into the story (”Darling you drink too much and I don’t mean coffee. What can I do to help you? Give you a cat? Five? I don’t like to see my human cry.”)

This was more than a couple days later so I am really sorry @bloodstained-porcelain-doll! Thank you for hosting such a unique and fun challenge !

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B.A.P as Tumblr users
  • Yongguk: Minimalist monochrome vintage blog. No tags. Simple url (that he managed to somehow get? without extra letters or underscores?), all gifs slowed down, every time something bad happens he goes looking for the most up-to-date and well-sourced post about it and reblogs it as well as any crowdfunding. reblogs people's gofundme's/paypals etc and throws whatever he can afford their way. answers asks privately unless its an anon in which case he's very vague, really hilarious in the PM's though. simple theme. Links to his soundcloud.
  • Himchan: High-quality aesthetic photography of cities, old buildings, fashion, cars, watches, jewellery, etc. Really relatable adult humour posts. Daily selfie. Reblogs some music or sheet music then a week later has a guitar/piano cover. Always reblogs other people's selfies. Gifsets from sitcoms and emotional movies. cool url but had to use numbers or - to get it. hilarious responses to asks or @'s, always posts never private (unless requested), hilarious in PM's. fancy theme. has a cool cursor he keeps changing because he can't decide on a good enough sparkly one. Organised tagging system.
  • Daehyun: Mash of food, dogs, good-vibes pics etc. Lots of funny videos and gifsets. basic url that probably has his name in it. Has really ott tags like AHAHAH OMFG SHFHSFKJSJK IM CRYING THIS IS SO FUNNY, MEEEEEEE, SAAME!!!!!!!!, LMAOOO LOOK AT THIS!!!!!. @'s everyone in funny posts, as well has has a tag for each friend on his blog for them to check and get the Good Content. Lots of text posts of him talking about stuff that happened or thoughts he's had. Always answering asks or getting in long chain-post conversations, has a nickname for his anons, blows up friends PM's with funny things they need to see RIGHT NOW. Colourful theme he keeps changing with each season or depending on his mood at the time. Has had a few urls depending on his current obsession or in-joke. has a positivity side-blog for inspirational and motivational posts and fun songs.
  • Youngjae: Big pictures theme with small text. Mostly his photography as well as other photography that inspires him, but he can't help going on spams of tv shows or a band hes listening to at the time. reblogs the good memes. has a "WE DONT TALK ABOUT THAT" phase on his blog in like 2011 when he had a bad url and a bad theme and was into some bad content (probably shitty anime). still has a bad url now. Can't help reblogging pretty naruto fanart. tags his friends in posts but usually to make fun of them. often dealing with angry anons and snarks at them with accompanying memes, PM's only to ask "what the fuck did you just reblog?". has made a few viral textposts that were probably anime shitposts. some pastel wholesome goodness. has a secret side-blog for his anime and gaming spams. messy tagging system.
  • Jongup: Shitpost hell. Ugly theme, uglier url. next level mass memeage. spams anime, games, comics, cartoons, movies etc in no apparent order or consistency. bird posts. up to date on every fresh meme. has a few viral posts he hates more than anything because theyre pre-2014. gets really weird anons and replies weirdly. never PM's. tagging system is long forgotten, now entirely ????? !!!!! or ......., alternatively just tags 'me' or a friends name. refers to tumblr as tumblr dot hell. literally hates this hell site. wants to quit but cant. has a bunch of forgotten, abandoned side-blogs because he's given up on keeping his main intact and just made it a mesh of whatever he felt like. remembers every layout tumblr has ever had.
  • Junhong: A nice theme he keeps tweaking because he can't decide exactly what he wants. url is probably byzelo. tries to balance anime, games, movies, tv and music in a visually appealing way. doesn't care much about textposts and will reblog memes and shitposts and whatever else he can find. reblogs loads of posts about any disaster or event thats happened even if theyre uninformed or even wrong, just so he's read everything. went through a phase of bad sjw-ing and now is calmer and reblogs more informed stuff. Tagging system just for his own reference and to cover anything that might distress people. really playful ask responses but really shy in PM's. aggressively optimistic about the state the entire site is in.

atlasoftheclouds  asked:

Re: Liara. I never really connected with her because her entire personality changed so abruptly for literally no reason? ME3 did an okay job of trying to reconcile ME1 Liara and ME2 Liara, but it still felt really weird to me. Also, ME3 makes it seem like Liara is the closest and most loyal one to to you, but she abandons you to do her own thing in ME2. The gesture would have felt more genuine if she hadn't left. I like Liara a lot, but because of that, she's never been a favorite.

I’m so thankful for the Shadow Broker DLC not just because it’s a damn good DLC but it also gives Liara much-needed character development in ME2. Base game, Liara’s change is really jarring because we don’t have time to process it like we do with the other characters. I think where the disconnect is (at least for me) is I feel like the writers had a clearer picture of Liara’s character that wasn’t shown to us. In base game you show up, she’s repeating Matriarch Benezia’s threats, she asks you to help hack some terminals, tells you where Thane and Samara are, is pretty closed-off in her answers when you talk to her about herself and that’s it. What you mentioned in ME3 bridges the gap more - we get to see more of her and the change feels less abrupt and more natural.

I compare Liara in ME2 a lot to Wrex - not that their personalities are similar, but they went through similar off-screen development. However, I think in-game Wrex’s growth works more because you got a few more hints of it in ME1 - the more you talk to him, the more he starts to ruminate on the Krogan instead of just brushing them off. So even though we don’t see it, Wrex returning to Tuchanka in ME2 isn’t much of a stretch because we’ve had those talks with him. I think Liara could’ve really benefitted from a few more non-romance lines in ME1 that hint in the direction she’ll be going in ME2. As someone pointed out in the initial Liara post, the comic book spin-off Redemption does show how Liara began to become more “hardened” and what eventually lead her toward the path of becoming an information broker. Unfortunately, to get that context you have to go outside the games.

I actually do think Liara being so obsessed with saving Shepard works, even if you don’t romance her. ME1 Liara is used to rejection - she’s been dismissed because of her age, she carries a stigma for being pureblood, she and her mother are estranged and she’s laughed off in the academic community. I absolutely think it’s in-character that she becomes so attached to Shepard, because Shepard is (from what we know) one of the only people to believe what Liara has to say and even beyond that treats her as an authority on Protheans. Liara also mentions repeatedly that she’s not used to working with people and her understanding of social boundaries are skewed because of this - even when talking with her, Liara frequently “steps over the line” and asks Shepard very personal questions in a way that no other squadmate does unless romanced. It makes sense to me that Shepard is so important to Liara, even if the Shepard in question doesn’t romance her or even chooses renegade dialogue when speaking with her. So her being particularly devastated by Shepard’s death and leaping to doing anything to save Shepard never really bothered me, because I think it’s authentic to her character. I do agree that it can be awkward in the game if your Shepard was never particularly close to her, but I think even then it works for me personally because in that case it’s just Liara carrying her attachment to Shep even if that Shep doesn’t reciprocate the ties as deeply. If that makes sense?

I also think in ME1 we also see that Liara has a “nothing is impossible” attitude when it comes to the things she cares about deeply so I can buy her being so hell-bent on retrieving Shepard’s body. I think Liara’s personality is that she wouldn’t accept Shepard’s death unless she had the proof right in front of her. I see complaints that it’s weird Liara was the one who found Shepard and handed them over to Cerberus, even if you don’t romance her, but I have to disagree. I think it makes complete sense with how her character is written. This is the same woman who spent decades tracking down everything she could to prove her theory about the Protheans, even when she was dismissed by the rest of academic society and she had to dig around unstable ruins. She doesn’t let go easily.

Sorry for the fucking essay, I had more feelings on this than I thought.


Ok first of all, EVERYBODY BLAME @nifwrites for this, it’s all her fault and she knows it (jk ilu bb c:)

She wrote a breathtaking soulmate AU fic titled We Intertwined and I was inspired to say the least. This will be a multi-chapter (estimating 25-30 or so) Gladio soulmate AU, but if you think because it’s a soulmate fic there’s gonna be hella fluff, you’re dead wrong. Expect lots of hurt, angst, difficult situations and…there may be a death or two along the way. Either way, I hope you enjoy and are as excited as I am to take this little adventure.

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When she asks about me, tell her.
If you tell her that I was just some girl
you dated for nearly 3 years, you can
bet that she will only give you a hard

The pictures and posts tagged between
our two profiles will tell her it was more
than just that. If she’s smart, she’ll look
at the notification that’ll pop up midnight
every night, telling you what you were
doing that day, one…two…three years
ago, you’re in my ones too.

If you tell her that I was just an old
friend, she’ll know you’re lying. See, if
she’s smart like me, she’ll soon realise
that you’re easy to read when you’re
lying and that your voice goes off in a
mind of its own.

She’ll remember how one night you were
at the bowling alley, she said “lets try
that chinese buffet place, I heard it’s
great.” But with a heavy heart, you’ll
make up some story about how you seen
a rat there, once, because you wouldn’t
dream of going to our place with
someone else. But sweetie, it pains me
to say that I know that one day, we
both will. One day, I’ll want the soup
there that I always had four bowls of
before an actual main course, and you’ll
want to have the ribs you loved there.

She’ll remember that day when she
picked you up from university to bring
you back home, how you skipped a song
that was on the radio. Of course, it’ll be
the song we always danced to. And I
know you’ll make an excuse why you can’t listen to it whenever it comes on
when you’re together.

If she holds up her phone with a picture
of you and I from way back, lie a little
but not a lot, she’s not looking for truthful
answers. She’s looking for reassurance
from you.

Don’t tell her how we decided we were
going to have three children, and talked
about how we’d explain our story to
them. Or the plans we had because you’re
going to have bigger and better plans
with her.

Keep the top drawer of your black case
shut until you’ve gotten rid of the cards, my 52 reasons why, post it notes from
me and the pictures. She doesn’t need
to know why you visit your old tagged
page and why you reread our old
conversations on nights she isn’t

Change the subject when
you’re all gathered around the family
dinner table and your Mum asks you
if you’ve ever heard what I’ve been up
to lately, don’t let her hear your Mum
call me the daughter she never had.
It’ll kill her with the thought of never
standing a chance against me.

Kiss her forehead and tell her you
love her on nights that she’s had too
much to drink and she’s rambling on
about the girl you loved before her.

I hope that she forgets that you still
say my name in your sleep, and that
she ignores how you twitch when
someone mentions my favourite author, or mentions that movie and book I
always used to cry at.

And when she does find out who I am,
I hope she’ll take it in the best way and
silently thank me, because without me,
you wouldn’t know how to love her,
kiss her, take her bra off and make
love to her.

—  this is the last lesson that I’ll teach you.
#17 Dating EXO would include: Kris’ Edition:

-Him being a couch potato and a lzay ass, he’d wake up and then lay on the couch because he “needs to rest”

-”Hey kris do i look hot in this dress?” “well you look hot but i am way hotter”

-He’d send you a picture of him every morning with a “now your morning is blessed” every damn day.

-He’d steal your phone and change your lockscreen and wall paper to a picture of him.

-He’d stare at you for like an hour, and if you catch him staring he’d turn away, and if you asked him if he was staring at you he’d reply with something like “no i wasn’t, get over yourself”

-You’d go to spa dates together.

-You can’t touch his face because you cannot touch “the art”

-He’d take like 30 minutes each night applying lotions and creams before bed, because he gotta stay fresh and handsome.

-If you went out to have dinner, he wouldn’t order chicken and you would, after a while you’d find him sneaking a piece of chicken from your plate.

-”I thought chicken isn’t you style” he’d reply with a giggle.

-He would try to prank you but his smile would give it away.

-He’d tease you about your height, but actually he’d love how you fit perfectly in his arms with your head against his chest, and how petite you look next to him.

-He’d call you “babe” a lot.

-He’d nag and complain a lot, especially when he is sick or when he is tired or when he wakes up in the morning.

-”babe can you make me pancakes?” “babe do you love me?” “Y/N it’s so hot in here”

-If a guy approached you in public, he’d stare at him until he scares him off, and then he’d look at you as if nothing happened, after all he gotta keep that cool guy image”

-He’d hug squeeze you so tightly, at random times becaus ehe just loves you too much and you are too cute for him to not to squeeze you.

-He’d buy you jewelry and clothes for gifts and he’d get you teddy bears and flowers and chocolate 

-He’d love to back hug you, and he’d love to put his haid on top of yours because you are so tiny and cute and he can’t resist it.

-You teasing him a lot, and him pouting.

-Him trying to use agyo at you, only ending up in you laughing for ages.

-He’d try to win you in a sass battle, but his comebacks keep on getting poorer by the second.

-Although he may not say it often but he loves you so much, and he would make sure you know that.

-Sex with him depends on the mood, if he is in the mood for teasing, he would tease you for as long as he can handle, if he is into rough play, he will give it to you rough and hard.

-He’d want you to play with his hair, his sculp,

-You two would fight over candy and chocolate like kids.

-He’d take you to meet his mom when he is sure that you are the one. And it’d be the first time you’d see him turn into a baby.

-He’d open up to you and expect you to understand.

-He wants you to trust him.

those70scomics  asked:

J/H = ■ & ♦

■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon 

Jackie likes filling their living room with pictures that she’s changing all the time. She says that they need to have pictures of their friends, family and friends on display. The pictures of them are always changing.

He knows the ones she takes away will end up in her albums and scrapbooks, so he has stopped asking where are they or what happened to the pictures.

The only picture he has told her not to move is their prom picture. 

He doesn’t like how he looks in it and Jackie is kind of embarrassed of her teenage self once they are older, but none of them want it anywhere else.

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Before having kids, even before going to live together, they started doing short road trips to smalls town between cities. They would search a dinner that serves disgusting burgers and eat them.

Jackie marks on a map the places were the food isn’t as bad, and the ones were the food is the best. At some point, they have all Wisconsin marked with places to eat burgers she would never admit to put in her body to anyone else.

Once they had their first kid, they thought about stopping doing these trips but Hyde suggested they shouldn’t, just add a small person to it. They kept doing it, even when their kids were older and about to leave the house, and even before they did.

Humiliation Ideas for a Sissy Baby

These are some humiliation ideas, some I have sort of experienced, all I want to experience.

-Diapers to be worn 24/7, even to work
-When not diapered, panties with pad or pantyliner are to be worn
-Chastity cage to be worn with keyholder visibly wearing key on bracelet or anklet
-Sissy can only use female hygiene products(deodorant, body wash, shaving cream, razor, ect.)
-Bra must be worn everyday all day
-When at home no clothing allowed to be worn to cover up diapers
-At home sissy’s extra diapers are kept in plain view
-When going out, sissy must carry fully stocked diapers bag
-Public diapers changes are to be done in regular stall, not behind closed doors of family restrooms
-When stopping for diaper change at rest area, park far away from restrooms and have sissy carry fresh diapers in hand in plain view
-When buying sissy’s diapers, have clerk help, letting them know who they are for
-Take sissy panty shopping, while diapered, lift up skirt or pull down shorts, hold panties up to diaper to see if they would fit
-Have sissy ask to be measured for her bra size by store employee
-Regularly check sissy’s diaper in public to see if sissy needs a change
-Sissy must buy diapers, pads, pantyliners, female products in person
-Heavily diaper sissy, plug her, take sissy shopping for diapers. Drop sissy off two to three miles from home. Have sissy walk the rest of the way carrying packages of diapers
-Hire babysitter for sissy
-Make a babybook of sissy, filled with pictures taken by you and your friends
-Heavily diapers sissy, tie her hands behind her back, use “O” ring mouth gag, invite all your male friends over to use sissy’s mouth, if they need to use the restroom have then pee down the back of sissy’s diapers
-Put heavy make-up on sissy, have male friends use her face as a cum dump, taking pictures as make-up starts to run
-Sissy service anyone who master/mistress tells them to
-When in public, do not allow sissy to change diapers until they leak and the leaks are visible on sissy’s shorts
-Wait till sissy’s diapers leak, have her go into busy drugstore to buy more diapers, have her ask for help finding the diapers, then have her ask to use restroom to change
-Have sissy “beg” men to let her please them orally, always thanking them afterwards
-Have sissy be used as a bukkake target and send her to bed not allowing her to clean her face
-If sissy is not working and you are, have her send you pics hourly to prove she didn’t take diapers off, show them to your co-workers
-Have sissy go to tanning salon wearing bikini
-Have sissy get “cute” tatoo
-Get sissy’s belly button pierced
-Take sissy to get lower back tatoo while diapered
-Take sissy to all doctor visits diapered
-Take sissy to nail salon, diapered and in short skirt, so when pedicure is being done diapers are visible
-If anyone asks why sissy is diapered, have her tell them its because she can’t keep her panties or bed dry
-Have sissy watch all of your sexual acts and use her tongue to clean up all involved
-The more people that know you keep sissy in diapers and why the better, encourage friends to tease her and take pictures

These are just a few that come to mind!!!

@clarz​: “don’t leave me, you’re too warm.”

The line’s ringing before Niall thinks twice about it. It doesn’t even register until Bressie answers with a curious, “’ullo?”, and Niall has to look at the screen of his phone to figure out what’s going on.

Bressie’s contact picture is staring back at him – the one Niall took while they were in bed nearly six months ago, Bressie all sleep-soft around his eyes, cuddled up in Niall’s blanket – the one Niall desperately needs to change.

Anyway… Right, he called Bressie. ‘Course he did.

“Niall?” Bressie asks, when Niall doesn’t say anything right away.

“Hi, hey, Bressie,” Niall says, wincing at the way his voice gets all polite. That superficial voice he uses when he’s dealing with his boss. This is off to a great start, isn’t it.

“You rang?” Bressie prompts. Niall’s cheeks get warm. Right.

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Some time ago someone asked me to do a tutorial so i tried something. 
If there are any questions feel free to ask!! Or if you have any kind of advice please feel free to message me!
Even if it isn’t helpful in any ways you can see how i draw (mainly fast art but the routine doesn’t change much for regular pictures). The examples you can see here don’t take much time (and also less layers & folders). Usually i need around 30 mins and 1 hour for this kind of piece. Due to occasional neck pain & hurting wrist i’m used to draw really fast that’s why i don’t mind if i mess up somewhere. 

And yes i did’t finish Squalo since his shirt is white and i’d just add one more layer haha blame lazy me. I put the folder for clothes in between skin and hair. Yup, that’s it.

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me
I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb with her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an “L” on her forehead

Well, the years start coming and they don’t stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn’t make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see
So what’s wrong with taking the back streets?
You’ll never know if you don’t go
You’ll never shine if you don’t glow

Hey, now, you’re an All Star, get your game on, go play
Hey, now, you’re a Rock Star, get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

It’s a cool place and they say it gets colder
You’re bundled up now wait ‘til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture

The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water’s getting warm so you might as well swim
My world’s on fire. How about yours?
That’s the way I like it and I’ll never get bored.

[Chorus 2x]

Somebody once asked could I spare some change for gas
I need to get myself away from this place
I said yep, what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself
And we could all use a little change

Well, the years start coming and they don’t stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn’t make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart but your head gets dumb

So much to do, so much to see
So what’s wrong with taking the back streets?
You’ll never know if you don’t go
You’ll never shine if you don’t glow.


And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold

(Oops my hand slipped)

Cookie Cutter

Characters: Reader x Namjoon

Genre: FLUFF

Word count: about 1440

A/N: In my defense, it will be Valentine’s Day again someday…

~Gongju J

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

As soon as you open your house door you begin to hear shuffling in the kitchen. Namjoon told you he would be over for the rest of the day. Your heart flutters thinking about being able to spend the rest of Valentine’s Day with him, cuddling, being held in his arms close enough to feel each other’s heartbeats beat in sync and the sound of his voice providing you with a comfort you can’t get from anything else.

You approach the sound and find your boyfriend as you expected. He’s wearing an apron and there’s baking stuff scattered across the counter, but there’s only some flour in a bowl.

“Jagiya!” He whines. “I wanted to surprise you.” His lip forms a pout.

“With what? What do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m gunna make you cookies.” His pout turns to a content smile, but you can’t help but laugh, causing it to fall back to a frown. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing.” You try to contain your laughter. “Here, lemme help you.” You reach for a measuring cup, but Namjoon playfully smacks your hand away with a whisk.

“No.” He says as if he were a parent scolding a child. He put the whisk down and puts his hands on both sides of your face. “I wanted to do this for you. Let me do it.” He guides you gently onto your toes to plant a sweet kiss on you before returning to looking at the recipe.

“Fine, but I’m staying in here, at least.”

“Let’s see…” Namjoon says out loud to himself. “Half a teaspoon of salt. Waaah. That’s so little. What’s the point?” He opens the cupboard above his head and rummages through it until his hands find the salt dispenser. He takes his teaspoon measurement and holds it over the trash to catch any excess salt. He crouches down so the measurer is eye-level and steadies his hand. You walk over to watch him tip the salt little by little. After 30 seconds of not even one grain of salt coming out, you walk over and quickly smack the back of the dispenser upward, causing a mountain of salt to pile as much as the teaspoon could manage. You could hear the extra spill into the trash.

“Jagiyaaaa~” He whines again. “Look what you did.” He laughs it off and scrapes the extra salt into the trash and tosses the half-teaspoon into the flour. You walk back to the counter and plop yourself on top of it and continue watching him. He goes through the same procedure with the baking soda, then grabs the sugar.

“Hey Y/n,” you look down at your boyfriend. “You know who’s even sweeter than sugar?” He asks as he scoops the correct amount out of the container and not looking at you.

“Who?” you ask facetiously.

How cheesy. You smile at him.

“Seokjin hyung.” He looks up at the ceiling dreamily and sighs. He peeks down at you who has a face of exaggerated displeasure. This face brings great joy to Joonie and he makes that clear.

“Then I guess you want to spend the night in his bed tonight instead.” You rebut with a shoulder shrug.

He chuckles, impressed by your comeback.

“You know what’s even sweeter than Seokjin?” He puts down the measuring cup and walks over to you. You watch him as he moves, standing directly in front of you. You feel your face get warm.

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Don’t Forget - Grayson

He hadn’t seen her in almost two months.

It’s the longest time he had been apart from her in the past year. While they dated he would go on tour with her, she would come back to LA as much as possible, they practically lived at her apartment, and if they weren’t together they were texting all day and face timing at night.

Comments always flooding their instagrams, “GOALS!” “Mom & Dad” “I love you two!” & “Perfect for each other!” They were right. Grayson and Josie were a perfect fit. Everyone knew it from the moment they met. Everything clicked, they finished each others sentences, she got along with Ethan and he got along with her best friend/roommate Andrea.

But three tours in one year; along with promotional tours, guests spots on tours, traveling to record and write had Josie gone a lot. When she was home Grayson was on tour, or traveling to film, or busy with meetings. As much as they were meant for each other, the world was slowly pulling them apart.

Two months later and her heart was still shattered, his brain was still confused, and they both wondered why they called it quits in her driveway one night after a small fight about him picking her up from the airport.

Ethan tried to make him feel better, scheduling double dates, taking him to play paintball, racing 4 wheelers, even flying back to Jersey to try and take his mind off of it.

It’s hard to do that when she was still his phone background. He “kept forgetting to change it” he said, every time Ethan asked. Till one day Ethan took his phone, changed it from the picture of Josie, bare faced, hair in a ponytail, sitting across from him on their balcony, smiling up at the sky, laughing at something Grayson had said…. to a picture of his own butt.

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