no i was right about you being right

Missed Connection

Stiles/Derek, 1.5K words, Rated G, AU, Meet Cute

I heard this story on NPR this morning and of course, couldn’t resist Sterek-ing it. 

Stiles yawned, burped, and stood up. “Okay, I’m heading out.”

Kira pouted and leaned against his thigh. “Aw. You sure?”

“Yeah, definitely.” Stiles was still drunk, but it was fading and he didn’t really feel like drinking any more. “But you should stay, I’ll just take an Uber by myself.”

“Okay.” Kira yawned and flopped in the other direction, against Allison, who patted her absently on the knee. “I might stay here.”

“Text me if you do,” he said, waving, and she gave him a clumsy thumbs up. Stiles picked his way out of the house party, dodging games of beer pong as he dug his phone out of his pocket. He opened the Uber app with a grimace—three a.m. on the Saturday of Halloween weekend probably meant long wait times and/or surge pricing—but was pleasantly surprised to see only a five-minute wait.

By the time Stiles went to the bathroom and said goodbye to a couple of people, Rachel was idling by the curb in her promised red Camry. “Hello!” he said cheerfully as he climbed into the backseat, and she smiled at him in the rearview mirror.

“Hey. Happy Halloween.”

“What’s the weirdest costume you’ve seen tonight?” he asked, and she laughed.

“Let’s see…earlier I had a girl in a very large, very realistic-looking squid costume.”

Stiles laughed. “Awesome.”

“We’ve got one pick-up on the way,” Rachel said, and Stiles yawned as he rested his cheek against the cool glass of the window.

“No problem.”

They only drove for a few minutes before Rachel glided to a stop at a corner. The other backseat door opened, and a tall guy startled as he ducked down into the car.

Stiles grinned. “Are you scared of clowns?”

“No.” The guy rolled his eyes and settled into the seat, stretching out his long legs.

“Are you sure? My costume’s pretty great.”

“It is,” he admitted. “But I’m also not scared of clowns.”

Stiles scratched at his wig. This guy was seriously hot, broad-shouldered and dark-haired, and Stiles temporarily wished that he wasn’t dressed as a freaky clown. “So what are you supposed to be?”

The guy tilted his head, raised one admittedly-magnificent eyebrow, and gestured at himself. “A lumberjack.”

The duh went unspoken, and Stiles gave him a flat look. “Seriously? So let me guess, you grabbed a plaid shirt out of your closet and didn’t shave for like 36 hours.”

“Are you shaming me for my dedication to my costume right now?”

“Your lack of dedication,” Stiles corrected. “And yes, yes I am.”

“I can tell that you really care a lot about Halloween.”

“Uh, yes I do. The sanctity of Halloween is to be respected, and you’re in clear violation of that right now.”

The lumberjack hummed and scratched at his dumb, beautiful lumberjack beard. “So what’s the punishment for such an egregious violation?”

Stiles made a show of thinking about it. “Being made fun of by me. And Rachel,” he added.

“I think your costume is fine,” Rachel piped in, and Stiles threw up his hands.

“Ouch. Wow, such a betrayal, Rachel, honestly. I was here first, does that not count for anything anymore?”

The lumberjack laughed and shifted in his seat so he was facing Stiles. “My friend showed up at the party I was at as an accountant. And that’s his job in real life, so he just wore his normal clothes.”

“Okay, that’s worse,” Stiles admitted. “But it still doesn’t mean that you’re off the hook.”

“Darn,” he said, his tone as dry as a bone. “You know, my greatest goal is to be in your good graces.”

Stiles huffed. “As it should be.”

The car stopped again, and the lumberjack unbuckled his seatbelt. “Bye, Pennywise,” he said, then waved toward the front seat. “Thanks, have a good night.”

Rachel waved back, and Stiles stared shamelessly out the window as the lumberjack took the stairs two at a time up to his building. “Wow,” he said absently. “I should’ve asked for his number, huh? He was hot.”

“He was,” Rachel agreed. “And he was totally flirting with you.”

Stiles tipped his head back against the seat and groaned.

Kira shuffled through their front door around noon. “Please tell me that there’s coffee.”

“Of course!” Stiles called out from his spot on the couch. He’d woken up with only a minor headache, miraculously, which had been swiftly taken care of by an egg sandwich and two cups of coffee.

Kira sat down next to him, cradling her giant coffee mug against her chest as gently as she would a baby, and gestured to the small pile of flyers on their coffee table. “What’s this?”

“My, uh, morning project,” he said, handing her one.

“I was Pennywise,” Kira read, “and you were a low-effort lumberjack. We met in the back of an Uber at three a.m. last night, and I’m kicking myself for not asking for your number. Text me the name of our driver if you’d like to get a drink sometime, I swear I’m handsome under all the makeup.”

Kira started cracking up, and Stiles grinned. “You like it?”

“That’s amazing. So you met a lumberjack last night?”

Stiles nodded. “He was hilarious. And really attractive. And our driver thought he was flirting with me, so y’know, take from that what you will.”

Kira laughed again. “Where are you gonna put them up?”

“He got dropped off first, he lives just a few blocks from here. So I’ll just do that block, probably. That’s not too creepy, is it?”

Kira hummed. “No. It’d be creepy if you, like, knocked on the door of his building. But this is cute. And he can just ignore it if he wants to.”

“Okay.” Stiles collected up the flyers and reached for the stapler. “Wish me luck, then.”

Stiles got a bunch of random texts that afternoon, most that either wished him luck or just said “lol.” His phone buzzed again around six p.m., and he dove for it, like he’d been doing all day.

Now my whole neighborhood knows that I didn’t put much effort into my costume, so thank you for that.

Stiles grinned down at his phone like an idiot. He saved the number in his phone as “The Lumberjack,” even before the second text came through.

(Her name was Rachel, by the way.)

That’s your fault, dude. If you’d had a better costume, I wouldn’t have had to publicly shame you.

I got invited to a party last minute! I didn’t have many options.

Then you should have unbuttoned the plaid and at least gone as a SEXY lumberjack.

Ah. Next year, then.

No, next year I’ll be inviting you to a Halloween party with plenty of advance notice. So you should start brainstorming now.

I’ll have to ask you for advice.

So will I seem too forward if I ask you for a drink tonight?

I literally printed flyers and put them up outside your building, I really don’t think you have to worry about “forward.”

That bar on the corner at 8?

Dude, I will be there with bells on.

And I’ll be able to recognize you by the costume?

Very funny.

Stiles stopped outside of the bar at 8:02 and hopped up and down a couple times, trying to shake the nervousness out. He’d been giving himself a pep talk for the whole walk over, and he almost believed it.

Worst case scenario, the guy was just fucking with him, and then Stiles would have a funny story to tell. Best case, he’d get to kiss a cute guy, and Stiles was comfortable with those odds.

After one last deep breath, Stiles pulled the door open. He shrugged out of his coat and scanned the bar. He spotted the guy almost instantly, sitting in the corner and half-facing the door. The lumberjack beard was trimmed down a little bit and the plaid shirt had been replaced by a henley, but otherwise he looked exactly the same. And exactly as handsome as Stiles had remembered, score.

Once he was halfway across the bar, their eyes met. Stiles felt it, the same connection he felt in the car last night, and he swallowed.

“Hey,” he called out, once he was within earshot, and the guy smiled at him. “Sorry if you were expecting Pennywise.”

The guy stood and moved his coat off the bar stool next to him, gesturing to it. “This version is much nicer,” he said sincerely, and Stiles huffed out a laugh, ducking his head.

“So I fully plan to keep calling you ‘The Lumberjack’ in my head, but I should probably also know your real name,” he blurted out, and the guy laughed. There were dimples underneath the beard, and Stiles was going to die.

“Derek.” He held his hand out, and Stiles shook it.

“Stiles. Very nice to meet you again.”

The Mob

Protective Best Friend Shawn miniseries

Originally posted by mednes

Shawn’s out at a radio thing. You were originally planning to go with him, but you ended up not waking up early enough to go. So you’re up in his hotel room killing time until he’s done. You woke up a couple hours ago, which was a couple of hours after Shawn had left.

After lying in bed and scrolling through all your social media accounts, you decide that you really want to try going to a little cafe you saw the day before on the way to the hotel. It’s a couple blocks over. After getting ready, you head downstairs. Once you’re in the hotel lobby, you notice that there seems to be a lot of people outside the hotel. Looking at the demographics, mostly teenaged girls with a few dudes with cameras off to the side, you think it’s safe to say they’re there for Shawn. Good thing Shawn isn’t with you.

You exit the hotel, and you’re caught off guard when the noise levels increase from the people around you. Girls start rushing you, the first few asking for pictures. You’re flustered and confused as to why they’d want pictures with you when you’re nobody and Shawn isn’t even here. You don’t want to tell them no, so you agree. After a few pictures, they start asking you questions about Shawn. You try to be polite and answer what you can.

The paparazzi somehow decide that you’re now worth photographing, also something you don’t exactly understand. So now there are cameras flashing. And girls start asking you personal questions, and pushing in closer and closer to you. More phones are being shoved in your face. More girls are wanting pictures. And it’s just you alone in the middle of all of this. You’ve never found yourself in a situation like this before. Ever situation close to this, you were accompanied by Jake and Geoff and Andrew and Shawn. You were never alone in the middle of the crowd.

You force yourself to breathe. And you try to be polite and not let it show that you’re seriously freaking out, even though you are. It takes a lot longer than you’d like, but you finally manage to push through the crowd and make it down the street away from the hotel. At least no one follows after you. You speed walk to the cafe, and decide not to get coffee since your anxiety levels are already so high. You get a croissant and a hot chocolate, and then you take a seat in the corner to eat and try to calm down.

Just as you’re finishing your croissant, you receive a text from Shawn letting you know that he’s on his way back to the hotel. He’s asking you what you want to do for lunch and if you want to go out to explore the city. You quickly type your response, letting him know that you already ate, and that you’re not really up for exploring. A few seconds later, your phone is ringing, and its Shawn calling.

“Hello?” You answer, quietly. The cafe is mostly empty, but still you don’t want to be rude or inconsiderate. You take the last bite of the croissant and throw your trash away before taking your cup still half full of hot chocolate and heading outside. You stand in front of the cafe, hyper aware of everyone around because the last thing you want is to get caught in another crowd.

“Hey y/n. We’re about ten minutes out. You don’t want to walk around the city?” He questions. “You were so excited about it yesterday.” He says, and he’s right. You wouldn’t shut up about exploring the city, but that was yesterday.

“Yeah, I think I’m just going to go back to the hotel in a little bit.”

“And you’re going to stay there? Are you not feeling well?” He asks, sounding confused. He has a right to be since you’re always the one who wants to go and explore. You love traveling and seeing new places, and you hate being stuck inside for too long, so whenever you happen to be visiting Shawn in a new city, you always want to see as much of it as you possibly can. But this time its different.

“No, I just don’t really feel like going out.”

“Uh, okay.” He responds, still sounding confused. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay,” You say, getting ready to say goodbye, but then you think of something and say, “Wait, Shawn!”


“Do you think, maybe, do you think that Geoff would be able to walk me into the hotel?” You ask.

“Hmm?” He questions like he didn’t immediately process your request, then he says, “Y/n whats going on? Why do you need Geoff to walk you in?”

“I just don’t want to walk in by myself.” You respond. “Please,” you add, and your voice must sound desperate because Shawn agrees. He assures you they’ll be back in about five minutes.

You go into the shop right next door to the cafe to pass some time. When Shawn texts you that they’ve arrived, you reply that you’ll be back in about ten minutes. Even though its only a three minute walk, you want to make sure that Shawn is inside before you arrive. You don’t think you can take the chaos that is his fans when he’s around.

Geoff meets you about halfway between the hotel and the cafe, since Shawn asked for your location and you told him where you were, he must have sent Geoff after you.

“Hey, y/n.” Geoff greets you. He tries to make small talk, asking about your morning, and telling you about how the radio thing went. You’re just glad he doesn’t question why Shawn had him come get you. Again the fans start getting excited, probably because they all know Geoff too, but this time it doesn’t get too crazy. Geoff leads you through the group of fans and into the lobby, and this time its uneventful, which you’re grateful for. Shawn is waiting inside the lobby, hidden from the view of everyone outside.

He stands up when he sees you, pulling you into a hug. “Whats going on?” He questions, as soon as his arms are around you. He probably could sense the unsteadiness in your voice on the phone, and he worried. You just shake your head at him, letting him know you don’t want to talk about it now.

He lets go and you head towards the elevator with his whole crew. When you reach your floor, Andrew says, “Let me know if you want to go get lunch or anything.”

Shawn glances at you quickly, then responds, “Probably not, but we’ll let you know if that changes. Thanks, Andrew.”

He nods, and you and Shawn stop at his room, Shawn pulling out his room key. He opens the door, and you immediately walk in and lay down on the bed. He follows closely behind, taking a seat on the bed, and looking over at you. “Y/n, please tell me what happened.” He finally says after a minute.

“It wasn’t anything. I just don’t feel like going out today.”

“Thats a lie. I can’t try to help you if I don’t know whats going on with you.”

You don’t respond, you just roll over and bury your face in your hands. He scoots a little closer, you can tell because you feel the bed move. He starts rubbing your back soothingly, and you just stay like that for a while until he suddenly stops moving his hand.

“What the fuck?” He says, and you lift your head to look at him. He’s staring at his phone, and you’re confused, since the look on his faced shows he’s pissed. “So this is why you don’t want to go out.”

“What?” You question, sitting up a little.

“They fucking mobbed you.” He says, his eyes still not leaving the screen.

Of course he would find out. it was naive of you to think that he wouldn’t.

“Shawn–” you try to explain, but he interrupts.

“That’s not okay, ever. Fuck! They can’t do that!” He’s pissed.

“Shawn, its okay.” You try to tell him. You really don’t need him to be angry like this right now. You know that he’s only mad because he knows it affected you so much, but you really don’t think you can deal with him being mad right now, even if his anger is on your behalf. 

“No, its not. They don’t have a right to do that to you. You don’t deserve that. You didn’t ask for it, you didn’t sign up for it. They can do that shit to me, but not to you.”

“Shawn,” You say, your voice a lot quieter than you wish. “Please can you just leave it?”

He looks at you like he can’t believe your request, “No, y/n. I saw the video, and it was just you there, alone in the middle of everyone. That’s unacceptable.” 

“Shawn,” You repeat, “I just can’t. I don’t–I don’t want to think about it right now. I won’t go out alone anymore. It’s fine.”

He sighs loudly and runs his fingers through his hair. “Y/n,” He finally says, and you think he’s going to say something else, but he falls silent after that. 

“It happened, we can’t change it.” You respond.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes, and you can tell he genuinely feels responsible for what happened. 

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“It was, if it weren’t for me, there wouldn’t be anyone standing outside the hotel.” This sentence could come off as cocky in some senses, but coming from Shawn in this moment, the way he’s saying it its almost like he’s saying he’s the reason for people trying to kill you or something.

You lean over, resting your head on his shoulder. “Don’t blame yourself, please.” You tell him. He doesn’t respond, and you know that means he’s not agreeing to your request. “Shawn, seriously,” You speak again. And finally he nods. 

“Let’s order room service and watch a movie?” He offers, and you nod in agreement. Thats the best thing you’ve heard all day. 

anonymous asked:

"i know, but they call us delusional, right ? it’s just hilarious & pathetic at this point… " Per usual clueless. ALL YOU shippers have ruined her past rs. The fact that she's made this one PRIVATE making you ALL confused means she's doing the right thing. I'm talking about ALL shipper groups clearly with no lives who make this young woman seem inhuman. You're either obsessed with her rs (toes) or you're actively trying to ruin them to sail your wrecked ship KAYLOR. U confused for a reason.

YOU are the ones being confused with the secret part & the crazy timeline, not us…We are used to the private thing, bc that’s what Tay has been doing with all her girlfriends (past & current)…Why would we be confused about it ? LMAO..

We can read your posts, you guys from different Het fandoms attacking each other like crazy, bc there are holes & big contradictions in the timeline, and none of you can find a logical and believable explanation for it: the whole so called love triangle at the Met Gala last year ? 

it’s so ridiculous & pathetic that even the worst soap tv show wouldn’t use it in an episode…YOU guys are making her look like a crazy cheater, emotionally unstable, supposedly crushing on a third guy at the same time.. Can’t you see how pathetic it is ??

We’re just explaining that she’s been in a commited & happy relationship with the same person for 4 years: she uses the low key/secret fake Het rs part only to cover for Karlie, and the happy love songs in Rep are about them.

What side of the story is the craziest ?? seriously ?? You’re trying to inverse things, but look at what you’re doing…

You even send yourselves fake Anons, telling more ridiculous lies, one after the other.. It’s childish, pathetic & just shows everything we need to know: you guys are CONFUSED AF…. So, the anger grows, the confusion gives you cold sweats, and you troll our blogs to try to make yourselves feel better. You’re losing your time.

And why don’t you have the guts to show your url, or even send your hate in DM ? why always hide behind Anon ? Are you afraid that we can identify you and keep receipts to expose you ?  Bc if you’re so SURE that we are the crazy ones lying about everything, then there should be no problem for you to show yourself: what risk would there be ? Nothing could happen, you know, if you believe Tay is straight & has always dated these guys for real…Bc at least, she’d see that you try to defend her…

The main reasons why all of you only use Anons is bc somehow a part of you know that we may be telling the truth, and bc you don’t want to risk your blogs to be seen as homophobic & bullies, bc you suspect Tay lurks on our blogs & sees what’s going on.. Bc it would put you in a very bad situation as a fan…And bc “you never know”, like many also do now, and show a more Gay friendly side, just bc the doubt is spreading among more Swifties everyday… So you know what ? Unless you have the courage to show yourself, then stay away from my blog, bc you’re COWARDS. 

I have NEVER used the Anon box: when i have something to tell anyone, included a homophobic, i use the DM or the Ask showing my url…I don’t hide, bc i don’t need to: i know the truth, i’m not afraid of you fans…And all the threats & lies you’re spreading have ZERO impact…

When will you show some brain & realize that this trolling is fricking USELESS with me ?? When will you realize that i’m not a shipper ?  Or maybe you have no brain at all, maybe it’s all gone bc of stupidity, homophobia & hate….

So go tell the evil twins, or whoever sent you today, that if they have something to tell me, at least they can have the COURAGE to do it themselves & in DM, & not cowardly send their Minions…

+ i’m telling you, less than 18 months from today: you guys won’t be the ones laughing, WE will.. : Taylor Swift & Karlie Kloss are together in a commited relationship, & have been for 4 years : it is the TRUTH… And i don’t need to add the *alleged* word with any of this..

Deal with it.

Osomatsu San: Hand Kisses

He thinks it’s cute his s/o likes that kind of stuff and would probably tease them about it for awhile.  He’d try it out when picking them up for their next date and kiss their hands gently, grinning up at them, 
“You said you liked this kinda stuff right?” 

He probably already does this sort of thing to his s/o all the time anyway, but once he found out his s/o actually thought it was romantic, be prepared for him to do it 10x more often. 
“I’m humbled by your affection my love, allow me to repay the favor.” 

He’d shuffle awkwardly, secretly being a lover of romance stories and cliches, he’d find the action quite romantic as well.  He wouldn’t really be sure about when to do it, so he’d end up trying it right after his s/o said something, 
“L-Like this? …Sorry! That was really weird, wasn’t it?” 

He’d grunt in response, a blush tinting his cheeks as he imagined a more suave version of himself doing this for his s/o.  He’d kinda beat himself up for a couple days, trying to get the courage to try it, 
“…W-What? Don’t look at me like that, you said it was romantic, right?” 

He’d nod, swinging his legs off the couch, the point would kind of fly over his head at the time but once he found an opening later, he’d be reminded of what his s/o had said and would try it, 
“Like that right?  That’s how the princes in the movies do it!” 

He agrees with his s/o, immediately thinking about when he could try this with his s/o and when would get the most reaction out of them.  He’d be dropping them off one night and place a soft kiss on their knuckles, smirking at them, 
“Goodnight, princess~  Why do you look so surprised?~” 

Im rewatching shameless and GOD everyone on that show is so frustrating!!! Lip stop being a dick and forget about Karen, Mandy actually cares about you!!! Stop pissing ur future away!! Fiona stop sabotaging urself and ur relationships!! U could have anyone!!!! Debbie I miss first season u!! What happened to her! Frank u can fuck off. Ian ur actually fine right now but I’m sad because I know what’s coming!!! Carl and Liam: u have never done anything wrong in ur lives ever I know this and I love u

anonymous asked:

Hi ... I’ve noticed that you’ve managed to stay wank free in general, especially during all the drama that happened recently. I can also see that you don’t call Dani all those weird names that have been concocted for her. I am a jonsa shipper but I don’t hate Dani, neither do I want to put her down without reason. Thank you for being the voice of reason in the fandom.

Hi Anonny,

Ha ha!! I didn’t have any idea about the drama that happened in the fandom until I was enlightened about it. Lol!! It’s how I manage to remain wank free, mostly because I miss it most of the times. 😉

To be honest, I don’t have passionately strong opinions. Neither do I take my opinions very seriously. If I am right about something , I’m right. If I’m wrong about something, I’m wrong. Doesn’t change my life one bit. I mean this is just a story - a fictional story - with fictional characters. End of the day, even if the Night King sits on the iron throne and that is endgame, or if Bran suddenly wakes up and realised that this was all a dream (I like this theory though it might get D&D killed 😂😂), it’s just a story, nothing more. Nothing worth fighting over, surely.

It’s great to have different viewpoints, healthy arguments and civilised discussions and also no harm in being passionate about your own ship. But sometimes non-reaction and silence to negativity can be as powerful or probably more powerful than hollers, however tempted you might be to do the latter. It hurts the wanker (is that even a term?? Lol) more when you ignore. It’s like he/she never existed, their comments didn’t exist, their opinions didn’t matter and you go on about happily shipping like you always did.

It’s not the best approach and I am not recommending it but it is my approach and that how it is.

Don’t worry, it’s okay to ship Jonsa and like Dani or ship j & d and like Sansa or ship Sansa and LF and like Jon (lol!!) or ship Tyrion and Brienne because what hell, you just dig the height difference!!

All in the spirit of happy shipping and spreading positivity and love!!

Thanks for the ask!!

anonymous asked:

Can you believe they were hooking up before they started dating? Like I would never imagine Taylor as that type of person

“as that type of person” sounds so wrong because.. let’s not forget that they were friends. She even considers him as a best friend (“I don’t want you like a best friend”).. a best friend is someone who knows you. Someone who knows all about your bad times and your happy times. Someone who accepts you for your mistakes and who has seen your mistakes and still likes to hang out with you. And trust me, the combination of wine and deep talks can lead to a tight hug. And if that tight hug feels right then there might be some drunk cuddles. And if these cuddles feel just as right, then there could be a little kiss and maybe even more little kisses……. lol what I’m saying is.. being physical with someone can be a result of being mentally connected. And that’s something beautiful. Something that makes every physical connection even more meaningful. I agree that Taylor doesn’t seem like the type to be just physical. But I don’t think that has ever been the case with Joe… ❤️


Let me tell you why today, Nov 20, is the BEST DAY OF YOUR LIVES 

Because your favourite b99 fanfiction is COMING BACK. YES. That’s right, I’m talking about:

Take Me to Sturch (stage church)

by the amazing incredible spectacular @peraltiagoisland 

aka Drama Club au, Take Me to Sturch is the ULTIMATE b99 fanfiction: “platonic” make out sessions, unironic use of the word “chillax”, karma being a bitch (or not really), Charles being the biggest shipper in SHIPstory (shipping history), arguments about Die Hard, “You kiss your enemy with that mouth?”, Amy + a LIST, and THEATRE (duh!!).

But of course you didn’t need me to list all of that right? Cause if you don’t know what I’m talking about then WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE??? Go read it!! Comment!! Leave kudos!! SCREAM!!


> Xiumin sighs.
> [Xiumin] “What do you want now?”
> [Chen] “Hey, is that any way to address your Prince?”
> [Xiumin] “Right now you’re being a brat. I know that look on your face, you look exactly like that gossiper Baekhyun.”
> [Chen] “Well, if you know so much about it then, you must know why I’m here. So spill it, do you like Luhan? What happened during that steamy bath you took together?”
> [Xiumin] “Hmph, it’s none of your business who I fancy and what I choose to do in my free time.”
> [Chen] “Aw, come on! I’m your Prince and your cousin, of course it’s my business. Hey, are you blushing right now? Cousin Xiumin~”
> Chen drapes himself over the desk, trying to get a better look at Xiumin, who has his back turned to him.
> [Xiumin] “Stop bothering me while I’m working, you brat. Or shall I tell your mother about you and Sir Junmyeon’s little ‘escapade’ in the dining hall?”
> It’s Chen’s turn to look away as his cheeks turn rosy.
> [Chen] “Th-That was only once! I just wanted to see what it’d be like if Junmyeon ‘ate’ me for dinner on the dining table… Hmph, you’re no fun, cousin Xiumin!”
> [Xiumin] “Yes yes, now if that’s all, I have documents that need organizing.”

Tight Jeans

Being with you
felt like
wearing a pair of jeans
I used to have.

They looked good on me,
Hugged the right places,
but my gosh,
not comfortable.

I never really could figure out why
They just never quite fit right.
They were the right size,
I think, at least,
Not way too big or way too small.
But something about them,
Maybe some subtle detail of the front zipper,
Or, the way they were cut,
maybe it was something the dryer did to them,
over the years,
Whatever it was,
They just weren’t
At least, not for me.  

Everyone complimented them,
And the truth is,
I hate shopping for new jeans.
Also, I’m not always above vanity,
And I kind of liked the way they looked.

They were jeans that
the version of myself
That was cool, low-key
Not trying too hard
But also put together,
Would wear.
In my life where,
I am someone who
Always has a clean kitchen
And never forgets
To turn off her straightener
But is also up for
A spontaneous road trip
And never says no to pizza,
Maybe these jeans would have been comfortable.

For years, I kept wearing those jeans anyway,
even after I was solidly aware,
Of how uncomfortable I was in them.

Here, in real life,
My actual self spent
the entirety
Of anytime I wore
That pair of jeans
About the moment I could go home,
break free of this leg jail
And change
back into

I don’t have those jeans anymore.
They got stolen when I was traveling in Chile,
And really,
What a glorious feeling
It is
To be both comfortable
And free

  • Negan: hmm..If you're still *The Guy*....if you indeed have always..... been.... the guy....then why the hell didn't you know about the widow leading an army of your people straight up my ass in Alexandria ? ....You know what i think Gregory ? I think you're playin' both sides.... i think you are a thin dicked politician threadin the needle with your thin thin dick.... now is listening to you the right way to go? or is it the right place and time for somethin else....
  • Me: *emotionally dehydrated/exhausted from JDM being an absolute daddy in this scene*

my-halo-is-a-little-broken  asked:

I FREAKING LOVE SAM SO MUCH!!! and oh my god that revelation about Tony and the serum


That was an excellent idea right? But it makes so much sense? (not necessarily my version of it) but Tony being injected (or injecting HIMSELF) with a basic version of the super serum? How else did he survive it all? It was either super serum or pure 1000% sheer stubborness and that stark fuck you attitude lolol 

shoutout to george, fred, and especially ron weasley for realizing that harry was stuck in abusive and unhealthy household and, in spite of the massive trouble they knew they could get in, taking immediate steps to personally see him removed from that environment, something no adult in harry’s life did.

Why BTS’s decision to publicize their support is important.

I have seen various fandoms downplay BTS’s newest campaign with UNICEF as nothing but image building and media play. 

I teared up when I saw the campaign that BTS has launched with UNICEF. As a person working for a similarly situated organization where I manage artists who use their influence to spread the advocacy, I want to tell you about how much this means in the work of helping children.

Organizations that work for advocacies have very little to no budget to gather funds and push forward the advocacy for more people to pay attention. The End Violence Against Children campaign is a unified effort across a number of inernational organizations, including the one I work for, pushing for children’s rights across all nations.

Violence Against Children come in different forms, from child abuse, to slavery, prostitution, discrimination, and bullying, all these are very serious issues that deserve attention and yet are being fought behind the scenes. Why? Media pays attention only when big issues occur, for persistent issues such as these, how often do you hear them in the news?

But right now many people are talking about it on social media. Why? Because BTS are making people pay attention. We call for the help of people with a wide range of influence for this reason.


He has always known of the massive influence they can have on making people care about these matters. And he said this today, “During a past interview, I’ve thought that one of the many things I want to surely try doing is a charitable or a good campaign or project and I’m very honored that I am able to fulfill that. Also as big as our influence has become, I thought we should be a better influence so I am very very thankful that we can show many people a good through this great opportunity.”

This goes beyond media play and image building. This is not about kpop, not about fandoms, not about fanwars. This message is for the children of the world. Those who need our help. And I hope we focus on this message.

little reputation things™
  • *ahem*
  • i i i i  see how this is gon go
  • “but if i’m a thief then he can join the heist”
  • baby let the games begin! let the games begin! ahAH AHHHHHHHH
  • ahHHH and ya heard about me”
  • ed sheeran rapping on a taylor swift song
  • “i swear i don’t love the drama IT LOVES ME”
  • ed in the background of the last chorus: “be yoUR A TEAM NOW”
  • the string plucky things in the beginning of i did something bad
  • “if a man talks shit then i owe him nothing”
  • “and i’d do it over and over and over again if iiiii could”
  • “they’re burning all the witches even if you aren’t one”
  • taylor apparently wanting to be set on fire
  • ((agreed))
  • the harmonies on this album filling my entire soul
  • “oHHH LORD SAVE ME MY DRUG IS MY BABY I’LL BE USING FOR THE REST OF MY LIIIIIIIIFE” aka the only prayer i’ll ever say again
  • i get so high OH… trip of my life OH
  • the way she sings “using for the rest of my life oHH OH OH OHHH” after the bridge damn son
  • “my reputation’s never been worse so he must like me for me”
  • taylor finally discovering alcohol
  • the way she says “coz i know that it’s delicate” so…. delicately
  • how delicate feels like a rain shower in a desert
  • :) i :) don’t :) like :) your :) little :) games :)
  • OH look what you made me do
  • “i don’t like your kingdom keys, they once belonged to me”
  • “i’m sorry the old taylor can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh! BECAUSE SHE’S DEAD” is singlehandedly the most iconic thing i have ever and will ever hear.
  • so it goes being chill and then the chORUS AND ALL THE PIECES FALL!!! RIGHT INTO PLACE!!!
  • ;) scratches ;) down ;) your ;) back ;) now ;)
  • o n e  t w o  t h r e e
  • how getaway car is the only song i ever want to hear ever again
  • think about the place where you first met me
  • “there were sirens in the beat of your heart”
  • the way she says getaway
  • the chorus of this song feeling like driving down a highway with the windows rolled down in the middle of the night
  • GO! GO! GO!
  • being part of a heist, leaving money in a bag in a shady motel, stealing keys and getting tf out in her getaway car. zoom zoom bitch.
  • “all the boys in their expensive cars, the range rovers and jaguars never took me quite where you do” calvin harris WHOM
  • the drums in king of my heart are more important than my need to breathe
  • “your love is a secret i’m hoping, dreaming, dying to keep”
  • ~up on the roof with a school girl crussshhhh drinking beer outta plastic cupsssss~
  • i’ll never let you goOOO
  • but we were dancing BASS DROP dancing with our hANDS TIED, HANDS TIED
  • “oh baby can we dance, through an avalanche?”
  • “swaying as the room burnt down, i’d hold you as the water rushes in” …. “so i punched a hole in the roof, let the flood carry away all my pictures” ….. h e c k
  • how dress is literally an orgasm turned into a song and i’m… into it
  • take it oH OH OH OH OFFFF
  • “carve your name into my bedpost”
  • “but if i get burnt at least we were electrified”
  • wildest dreams who???
  • “and i woke up just in time, now i wake up by your side”
  • say my name and everything just stops -EVERYTHING STOPS-
  • ra’lin’ the chandilier
  • AWaaaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAaAAY
  • “and therein lies the issue, friends don’t try to trick you, get you on the phone and mind twist you”
  • the sound of shots being fired from every possible angle
  • if only you weren’t…. so shadyyyyy :)
  • they don’t care about the HE SAID SHE SAID
  • the way she says “and here’s to my baaabyyy
  • the organ?? piano???? during “and hereeee’s to youuu…” oh my god
  • her voice at the end when she just says “nice things” 
  • her world crumbling around her and that’s just fine?? because of joe???? i wasn’t ready 
  • “loves me like i’m brand new”
  • “all my flowers grew back as thorns” …. “all the flowers that we’d grown together died of thirst” again…. clean WHOM
  • i’m laughing with my lover makin forts under covers trust him like a brother yeah you know i did one thing right
  • not because he owns me but cos he really knows me. which is more than they can say.
  • “you don’t need to save me, but would you run away with me?” “yes.” :’)
  • call it what you want is the lightest, softest pink sunrise seen from the window of a peaceful airplane in the early morning of a good day
  • how we went from pop anthems to??? i’m bawling in a sea of tissues on my bedroom floor at two in the morning and new year’s day is the most beautiful song i’ve ever heard??? 
  • it’s just a guitar and a piano and she’s harmonizing with herself
  • “don’t read the last page, but i stay”
  • “i want your midnights, and i’ll be cleaning up bottles with you on new year’s day”
  • “i can tell that it’s gonna be a long road” as in she knows that even if it’ll be a long road they’ll always be together don’t TOUCH me
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • hold on to the memories, they will hold onto you
  • and i will hold onto you
  • “please don’t ever become a stranger whose laugh i could recognize anywhere”
  • oh cool my heart’s shattered into a million pieces this is fine thanks
  • how there’s ten seconds of silence at the end of new year’s day because you bet your ass i need recovery time before the album starts over again and i gotta get back to boppin’
  • ((they were not ready for it))

Honestly the Alana hate needs to stop. Leave the girl alone. You’re all awful.

She’s a girl, who in the time of tragedy, see’s that she, and others, are in need of something to grasp on to. One of the main ideas behind the show is people’s want/need to feel included when tragedy strikes.

She was alone. She tried so hard to make friends. She wasn’t rude, but she could be over bearing and that make people not welcome her presence. She looked at Connor and his situation and probably realized that it could have been her. She wears a mask, and it’s a genuinely wonderful mask. She knows that people are judgmental and she attempted to hide her weakness but over does it and it has the opposite effect. She felt alone, but she spoke up, and told people that she would be there for them, even if they weren’t there for her.

Also keep in mind she lost her grandmother not long before the start of the show.

She makes some mistakes, she does something that is honestly so horrible. That letter was private and she should not have shared it, but you CAN NOT criminalize her and stand to the side while Evan does what he does or Jared for that matter. I’m so tired of the women and POC getting criminalized while the white boys become your “cinnamon rolls” or your “sons”.

And trust me. I love Evan, Jared, and Connor just as much as the next person. I call The Sincerely Three my sons on the daily, but I’m also not out there acting like they are innocent while I throw Alana under a steamroller.


No but can we talk about Draco doing something right for a sec?

Because we all know Lucius wasn’t the most affectionate dad (I’m not saying he didn’t love Draco, just that he wasn’t very warm or open about said love) and of course he still had his mom, but I think there’s a reason why Draco keeps telling people his father will hear about it. 

His father probably played a much bigger role in his childhood years than his mom. (You can’t blame Lucius being Draco’s go-to person because of sexism because we all know Narcissa is a strong as heck, bad-ass witch. I’d be more scared of her than Lucius)

So, just like Harry, as a kid Draco wasn’t told very often that he was doing something right. And as a teenager he was an asshole and didn’t actually do many things right. 

But after that, after the war, when Draco is so confused and loaded down with guilt, when people still send him hexes and hostile stares, when he’s trying so hard to find himself amidst the trauma’s and the prejudice that fills his mind, when everything is so complicated and hard and Draco feels like he can’t take it anymore

Imagine his reaction then, when someone tells him he’s doing a good job. 

When Harry is struggling with his potion essays and Draco sits down with him in the library and talks him through all the steps for hours

When a muggle born Hufflepuff first year asks him where the charms classroom is and he walks her all the way to the door, making himself late for his own class.

When Millicent gets frustrated by everyone assuming she was part of the pure blood racist club too while she is in fact a half blood who silently rebelled against the death eaters in her seventh year, and Draco makes her and some fellow snakes badges that read Slytherin Hero.

Imagine the disbelief on his face when Harry tells him Thank you. That was actually pretty nice of you.

Imagine how flustered he’d be when the Hufflepuff gives him a quick hug just before popping into the charms classroom. 

Imagine the clasped hand over his mouth when he sees the badge Millicent made him as thank you gift. Not a Slytherin villain, it reads.

And then imagine the tentative smile that follows all of the above. 

lance’s frustration with not being listened to in the last episode of season 4 is not casual and it’s something he’s been holding in for a long time. he’s starting to realize something’s wrong with shiro and he’s gonna be the one to figure out he’s fake and then he’s gonna immediately alert keith and they’re gonna have an heartfelt moment where he’ll convince keith to come back thanks for coming to my ted talk


Pairing; Jeon Jungkook  x Reader

Words; 4.2k

Genre; Smut with a plot 

Summary;  ❝Envy is the art of counting another’s blessing instead of your own❞

Aka; Jungkook is envious of your new relationship after he rejected your feelings

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