Thank you so much for 1,500+ followers!!! Here’s a small thank you drabble!
I have a few requests some of you have sent me in my inbox, so i picked one of them. The request was this:
a crush in high school was always a messy experience. Everything felt
too intense with all the hormones, and the smallest things felt like
was especially hard for Alfred, being a popular jock, to have a crush
in… another boy. A social outcast such as Arthur Kirkland, no less.
It was just so impossible not to like him. Alfred couldn’t help it.
called himself a punk, and he would always use those boots with
spikes and leather jackets with spikes and pins and red/black plaid
jeans with some chains in it. He looked kinda scary when he was with
his group of punk friends, but when he was alone… he was just…
cute. To Alfred, that is.
Alfred knew Arthur worked hard to keep perfect grades. Alfred always
bumped into him in extra math classes because he needed good grades
to stay on the team. And seeing Arthur in them was always a
highlight. In those quieter classes, he could watch Arthur staring at
his notebook and frowning at his equations, lips pursed and leg swing
impatiently. It was cute.
looked like was always angry, to be honest, but Alfred thought it was
just because of his eyebrows - they were too dark for his sand blond
hair. Alfred though it was kinda weird. Not the eyebrows, no, he
liked the eyebrows, but the fact that all of Arthur’s friends had
blue or purple hair while Arthur kept his natural, adorable blond
had always wanted to ask about it, but he never had the opportunity.
finally, he had the perfect opportunity: he met Arthur outside
school it’d be weird to say something like that because someone
could see it and spread gossip that would do neither of them good.
Now, outside school? They could talk and nobody would know. And even
if Arthur decided to say something to someone, Alfred could just say
it was a lie and everybody would believe him. He was the popular kid
and Arthur was just… Arthur. The punk British kid nobody really
knew or cared about and who was only scary when with his gang.
saw him in a local pharmacy in his neighborhood and he was surprised
to meet Arthur there. He couldn’t hold back: he walked to him and
touched his shoulder,
Kirkland?” he said, and Arthur jumped away from his touch like a
scared cat. In his head Alfred even heard him hissing.
are you doing here?” he said. No, Alfred thought, he hissed.
shrugged and held up a package of pads, “My sister’s making me
run errands.” he informed, “I didn’t know you lived around
don’t.” Arthur said quickly, “I was just, uh… browsing.” he
looked at the shelve Arthur was close to and frowned. It was a shelve
for hair dyes.
planning on dying your hair?” he smiled, “It reminds me! Why
your hair not dyed? I mean, all your friends have wild colors and
that’s none of your business.” Arthur said. Alfred noticed he was
holding a box only when he tried to hide it.
do you have there? Have you decided in a color yet?” he asked, and
Arthur tried to hide the box better.
didn’t even think about it - he just reached for it. Because he was
jock, and he and his friends were always doing these things to each
took the box from Arthur effortlessly and looked at it. It was a
blond hair dye.
did Arthur need…
then his eyes went wide as he realized it.
way!” he shouted, “You dye
up! And give it back!” Arthur hissed again, trying to take the box
from Alfred, “I’ll kill you, give it back!”
was too shocked to laugh.
that’s why your eyebrows don’t match your hair!”
don’t want to hear you talk about my eyebrows, they’re perfect
I know they are!” Alfred said without thinking. Arthur blushed.
Alfred kinda blushed too.
shook his head then to calm himself. And smiled. Looking closely, he
could see that Arthur’s roots were indeed starting to show. He
needed to be really close to see it, and since Arthur would usually
keep his distance from everyone… there’s no way he could have
seen it before.
I won’t tell. That is, as long as you show me a picture of your
natural hair color.” he smiled, a bright, excited smile.
frowned, suspicious. He looked around, apparently thinking about it.
Alfred wasn’t a bad guy. He always stopped his friends when they
tried to bully others, he always helped people with homework if they
asked. He was still a jock, though, the top of the social pyramid, so
Arthur might fear him a bit.
he said, “But you’ll have to help me with Math.”
no problem!” Alfred smiled.
Let’s go then. I’ll show you a picture at my place. Nobody will
believe you if you tell them you’ve been to my house so it’s
better that way.”
god. He was going to his crush’s place…! That was awesome. Oh,
was so excited he could explode.
would also probably going to see Arthur’s room. And pictures of
when he was a kid?! And they were going to chat and get closer and
Alfred would be able to ask for Arthur’s number and they would be
able to chat everyday…!!!
loved Arthur’s hair but he was happy to find out he dyed it.
so i... god, i found your salim/ifrit fic today. i can't believe you wrote it so long ago. i'm still sobbing, tbh.
…oh, anon *hugs if you want them*
2005: I can’t believe it was twelve years ago (for a story set in 2001, which is the year American Gods came out). So many things happened that year in my writing landscape, both in fandom and outside of it. They remain some of my sharpest memories. One project begun that year is still actively with me.
I watched the AG episode today. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I got my writing out of the way by noon specifically so I could watch uninterrupted. I’m glad nobody was around for my first viewing, to be honest, because I was talking to Salim almost constantly and tearing up to a ridiculous degree.
(I’d share my tissues if you were here, but the best I can do is virtual ones. That we fall in love with these stories—and add our own, and remain compelled to interact with them even years later—is the greatest miracle of all.)
1. “Are you kidding me?”
2. “What is going on?”
3. “Please tell me that was you?”
4. “How long have you been stood there?”
5. “Let me in.”
6. “Why is it so cold?”
7. “Paint is meant to go on the wall not your face.”
8. “Are you okay?”
9. “How long have you known?”
10. “That could’ve gone better.”
11. “You really thought that this was a good idea?”
12. “Where am I?”
13. “It’s One in the morning.”
14. “Let’s bake!!”
15. “Why are you holding our child like Simba?”
16. “I don’t trust you.”
17. “I hate you…”
18. “Don’t talk to me.”
19. “Just stay away from me okay?”
20. “You don’t know what it feels like…”
21. “They’re dead…”
22. “What do I do?”
23. “I’m pregnant…”
24. “This is going really badly. It’s like watching a car crash in slow motion.”
25. “I wasn’t staring! I was watching…intently.”
26. “This is what you call handling the situation?”
27. “Truth or Dare?”
28. “They’re your child before 5AM.”
29. “We’ve watched 12 episodes we need to stop now.”
30. “You know you can talk to me right?”
31. “Everything is going to be fine.”
32. “Aw, you’re so cute.”
33. “Don’t make me come over there.”
35. “Calm down.”
36. “Dance with me.”
37. “Just stop talking.”
38. “It’s getting late…”
39. “Wait. Are we lost?”
40. “Don’t go…”
41. “This is…a strange turn of events.”
42. “Everything we do is weird to everyone else but us.”
43. “That was the police…”
45. “Please don’t hate me. I couldn’t bare the thought of not seeing you every day…”
46. “This is as far as I had got plan wise I’m afraid.”
47. “And now it’s snowing. Brilliant.”
48. “Yay…road trip.”
49. “Let’s play 20 questions.”
50. “What makes you happy”
51. “It’s complicated…”
52. “After everything…I’d still choose you.“
53. “This could only happen to me.”
54. “Say something…”
55. “Come here…”
56. “Don’t shut me out.
57. “What are we waiting for?”
58. “We need to talk…”
59. .“We can’t keep doing this.”
60. "Haven’t you read that already?”
61. .“I can’t stand back and watch you do this…”
62. “You’re such an idiot.”
63. .“Why did you kiss me?”
64. .“Don’t pretend you’re not having fun.”
66. .“Do you really think I could replace you?”
67. “Because I love you…”
69. “I said there was a plan, I never said it was a good one.”
70. “Put. The snowball. Down.”
71. .“Did you just smile?”
72. .“When did things get this hard?”
73. "I suppose…we’re all stories in the end.”
74. “Did you have to hit me?”
75. “FOUR HOURS I’VE BEEN HERE.”
76. .“Come inside…”
77. “You deserve better than that.”
78. “You’d do that for me?”
79. “You were willing to give up everything…”
80. “Oh for the love of god just kiss already!”
81. “ITS HAPPENING!”
82. “Are you saying goodbye?”
83. “Another life…”
84. “Well that was stupid.”
85. “You love me really.”
86. “That was smooth.”
87. “Sometimes, the hardest thing and the right thing are the same.”
88. “I have a very good explanation for all of this.”
89. “Wait…are you actually struggling for something to say?”
90. “Nice save.”
91. “Do you want me to go?”
92. “What are you even talking about?”
93. .“How are you allowed out in public…”
94. “I’m going to stay, okay? I’m going to stay with you.”
95. “And when were you planning on telling me this?”
96. “Because…I care about you…”
97. “That’s stupid! Let’s do it!”
98. “Why am I friends with you.”
99. “It’s okay! You’re safe, I promise. It was just a nightmare.”
100. .“What is it? What happened?”
101. "It could’ve been worst.”
102. “what an appalling piece of advice!”
103. “Pizza and a movie?”
104. “If you weren’t so cute…”
105. “I mean you could’ve just stopped talking?!”
106. “You’ve been awake for 48 hours this isn’t healthy.”
107. “I think we should take you to hospital…”
108. “Please say you know who I am?”
109. “It must be awful to look at the person you love and for them to look back at you and have no idea who you are…”
110. “Nobody is invincible…”
111. “GIVE ME THE AUX CHORD OTHERWISE WE’RE MAKING THIS 39 HOUR ROAD TRIP IN SILENCE!”
112. “I would never forget.”
113. “Oh my god that rain is vicious.”
114. “Is it bedtime?”
115. “How’s my little soldier?”
116. “Bored. Bored. Bored.”
117. “Your go.”
118. “Stop staring.”
119. “Oh. Bit of a domestic going on.”
120. “You really don’t believe me…”
121. “What now?”
122. “I’m sorry, you’ve been cheating on me how long?”
123. “Look, I’m sorry I put you off when you were playing Mario Kart. Please can you let me back in now…”
124. “Don’t worry I took care of your animal crossing town whilst you were ill, I did all the weeding and helped almost pay off your loan.”
125. “Let’s get you to bed.”
126. “How can something so small be so loud?”
127. “Here. Take my jacket.”
128. “I’m not special. I’m nothing.”
129. “I don’t want to lose you.”
130. “I have calculated how far that window opens. Take it as a warning.”
131. “How was that supposed to help?”
132. “Come to bed.”
133. “Please sit down. I can’t pick you up off the floor of you fall over.”
134. “Look at me. Are you hurt?”
135. “How much longer can we keep doing this?”
136. “We could be happy…”
137. “Are you an actual idiot?”
138. “I may have..sort of… just adopted four dogs…”
139. “We’ve watched this film 7 times.”
140. “I could kiss you!”
141. “Are you limping?”
142. “On a scale of one to ten how illegal is this?”
143. “Wh..what do I do? Tell me what do I do?”
144. “Will you stay with me?”
145. “I’m doing this to protect you.”
146. “I’ve nearly lost you once. I’m not risking it again.”
147. “Two minutes. Just give me two minutes…”
148. “Welcome home.”
149. “I don’t belong anywhere…”
150. “What about us?”
151. “You are the human version of a headache.”
152. “I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”
153. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
154. “Just take my word for it.”
155. “Look, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”
156. “Sorry I stopped listening about ten minutes ago. What on earth are you talking about?”
157. “I thought I knew you but now? I don’t know…”
158. “Respect and trust go both ways.”
159. “Oh ye of little faith.”
160. “Well, I just put 2 and 2 together…”
161. “It’s a stupid stupid idea.”
162. “Why do I let you talk me into these things?”
163. “When are you going to stop pretending that nothing ever hurts you?”
164. “Who put you in charge?”
165. “What did your last slave die of?”
166. “In your dreams.”
167. “We make a pretty good team you and me.”
168. “Leave it. It’s not worth it.”
169. “I didn’t want to get you involved.”
170. “I shouldn’t have come…”
171. “We know how it’s going to end…we always have…”
172. “Do you know what’s it’s like? Wanting to give up but knowing you can’t because everyone else needs you to be strong.”
173. “I’m guessing that wasn’t part of the plan.”
174. “I haven’t got time for this.”
175. “What happened to being one of the good guys?”
176. “What was that you just threw at me.”
177. “If I have to do this then so do you.”
178. “Are you angry?”
179. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
180. “What if this isn’t how it’s supposed to be? What if we’re just clutching at whatever time we’ve got?”
181. “Maybe I wasn’t meant to have friends…maybe I’m supposed to be alone?”
182. “Ugh I do not have an interest in football I can’t believe you made me come here.”
183. “I’m too late aren’t I?”
184. “Don’t quote ‘Only Fools And Horses’ at me I’m trying to be dramatic.”
185. “Even if I wasn’t awake I would be now.”
186. “I fall for it every time.”
187. “Don’t ever do that to me again!”
188. “Are you safe? Where you are now…tell me that if nothing else. Are you safe?”
189. “I want my family back.”
190. “I’m just tired.”
191. “I bet you think you’re funny.”
192. “Real monsters are human…learnt that a long time ago.”
193. “I had a weird dream about you last night.”
194. “If you’re going to have your friends round you’ve got to play nice.”
195. “Oh well that’s made me feel much better.”
196. “Did they lay a finger on you?”
197. “Of all the things to be hereditary.”
198. “You owe me a new door.”
199. “I’m going to bed because I can’t cope with this anymore.”
200. “Next time an idea forms in that head of yours share it with the group.”
201. “text me when you get there.”
202. “In hindsight it wasn’t my best idea.”
203. “Is that my hoodie?”
204. “Excuse me but let me get this straight. You want me to sleep here? In the haunted house?!”
205. “Okay well that’s broken.”
206. “But…it was so real…”
207. “Look, I appreciate you trying to be kind but you’re really not helping…”
209. “Well this is it. This is how it ends!”
210. “Don’t look at me in that tone of voice.”
211. “How many energy drinks have you had?”
212. “As the adult here I shouldn’t be encouraging this.”
213. “Okay so we just follow the recipe. I mean how hard can it be?”
214. “Hi. Yeah. I’m lost and have less than £10 on me and my phone is on 3% Erm. Help. Please…”
215. “What the fluffing beans was that?”
216. “My stress lessons reached crying in McDonalds yesterday but apart from that I’m fine.”
217. “Why does coming to a fair make me feel 12 years old?”
218. “I wanted to tell you. I really did. But how could I?”
219. “I was falling apart and no one could tell…”
220. “I’m you’re real dad/mum.”
221. “Well…this has certainly been the most entertaining evening…”
222. “I’ve seen enough episodes of Poirot to know nothing good ever happens on a train.”
223. “When are you going to realise that what you do effects everyone around you?”
224. “The memories hurt more.”
225. “I wish I’d just…I wish I’d done more whilst I had the chance…”
226. “We’re best friends because our parents could not cope with us as twins.”
227. “We’ve all lived through our own horrors and I think, no matter how fast we run, they’ll always catch up with us in the end.”
228. “I was replaceable…”
229. “Someone just ran us off the road.”
230. “If we’re going we have to go now.”
231. “I knew someone was missing from my life. I just didn’t know who…”
232. “We were young and messed up.”
233. “What do you know? You don’t know anything!”
234. “I wish I’d never met you.”
235. “I was scared you’d leave.”
236. “I don’t like the person I’ve become.”
237. “Why do you even put up with me?”
238. “He/she’s better of without me.”
239. “When did everything become so tragic.”
240. “Everyone has that story they never tell.”
241. “I’m leaving. I’m sorry but…i just can’t do this anymore..
242. "If you’re gonna be like that do it yourself.”
243. “Why do I let him/her treat me like that?”
244. “I’ll take them to school today.”
245. “I’m sick of everyone thinking I’m someone I’m not.”
246. “Just give me your hand.”
247. “Don’t do this…”
248. “You were always there when I need you.”
249. “Mind if I join?”
250. “Maybe we’ll just have to figure this out together.”
I’m new in fandow about got, need say i am deep in love with sanrion just for so many reasons. Recently i watched the third seasons, and oh my god if them don’t are the otp more soulmates, nobody is, them together (or no, because in many scenes them talk about each other alone), are definitly gold!
Looks impossible this show ends and don’t have Sanrion back. Will be happens, i believe all my heart. I know its hard seeing all happens in this show, why not now put get Sanrion? Well, them are definitly gold to this show and needs be epic.
My brain say to me this season finale will say some things about Sanrion. The wait for them will be long, but it’s for a big cause: need be epic, believe.
In all the bookish photos we see, whether it’s here on Tumblr or on other platforms, all the books are in pristine condition. Sure, it’s lovely to see them like that :) But what about the books that have had accidents happen to them? That show signs of wear and tear, signs of being read over and over again, of being borrowed and loved by many people?
I see a lot of people getting so worked up over how others treat their books. “Oh my god, you dog ear your pages? You dropped your books or spilled something on them?? You cracked their spines??? You monster!” But the truth is that nobody has any right to judge anyone else over how they take care of their books. It makes me so sad that the book community sometimes clings to this shallowness and makes others believe that only people who have perfect looking books are true bookworms. Because it couldn’t be further from the truth. You are allowed to treat your books however way you want. Read and live the way you choose, not how other people tell you to :)
*featuring my copy of The Sky Is Everywhere, which has a corner that was chewed by my puppy * mug by the amazing @bookwormboutique (a gift from Luana @introvertedbookworm24, who is literally an angel, thank you so much <3 )
Dean’s eyes searched the area rapidly, wishing, hoping,
praying that he would catch a glimpse of you. For several minutes he stood
outside, watching, waiting for you to return with no luck.
With a disappointed groan he pulled himself up the stairs
and into the ball room, bypassing everyone who came up to him until he made it
to the stairs across the room. He didn’t make eye contact, his eyes firmly
planted on his feet until he heard someone hiss his name.
He turned around to see his father glaring at him “Where are
“To bed” He grunted, taking another backwards step up the
“You can’t leave yet, you have to find a bride” He said, his
words sharp but his face still had a smile painted on it.
“I’ve found one” Dean said.
“Really who?” The king asked.
“She just walked out” Dean sighed.
“Your guess is as good as mine.” Was all he said before
making his way back up the stairs.
You ran as fast as your heels would allow you, not wanting
to take the time to stop and take them off. You took every shortcut you could
think of, through yards, alleys, and streets.
When you had finally arrived at your house you threw the
door open, slamming it behind you breathing heavily, thinking you had made it
home before her. Unfortunately you were wrong.
“Where the hell have you been” Her voice echoed loudly
through the small house causing your knees to shake violently, threatening to
collapse from beneath you.
“At work” Your voice came out much smaller than you had
“Speak up” She demanded, finally making an appearance in the
room, stalking towards you slowly.
“At work” Your voice was louder but only slightly so.
She looked at you skeptically as you swallowed harshly “And
what are you wearing?”
You furrowed your eyebrows and looked down, only then remembering
that you were still wearing the dress. “Richard had me try on the dress, to
make sure it looked right on a real person”
Her eyes raked your body up and down, your hands shaking
violently as she did so.
In one second her hand was raised and the next your cheek
was stinging. “That’s for lying to me” She spat, raising her finger
threateningly “Need I remind you I was there” She grabbed your jaw harshly, her
touch leaving bruises “I saw you try and dance with him, embarrassing not only
yourself but me” She threw you onto the ground, a kick connecting with your
stomach “You’re just lucky the prince was kind enough to excuse your stupidity
and suffer through one dance”
You pushed yourself up on your hands and knees, spitting up
blood. “We were laughing, having fun” you said, standing up for yourself for
the first time in years, tears streaming down your cheeks.
“Honey please” She sighed “He saw right through your façade,
through your messy hair” She pulled at a loose stand of it “through your cheap
makeup” She kneeled down, swiping a hand softly over your cheek causing you to
flinch “Through these tattered rags” She picked at the end of your dress, her
voice as low as a whisper. “He saw who you truly were, and he pitied you”
You shook your head, a large lump in your throat, your lip
quivering “No” You whispered.
“No?” She laughed “No? He’s a prince, royalty. He could have
had anyone in that room so tell me why would he pick you?”
Her words cut into you like a knife, burring themselves so
deep inside you that on a small level you believed them.
“Why would he pick the ugly, stupid, poor, nobody?”
“I DON’T KNOW” You yelled suddenly standing up, surprising
your mother “I don’t know why he picked me. But he did, and that’s all that
matters. He. Picked. Me. Not you. Me” As soon as the words left your mouth you regretted
them. Your mother stood up, her hands balled in fists, steam practically coming
from her ears.
You brought a hand up to your mouth “Oh my god, I’m so sorry
I didn’t-“ You began only to stop as a quick punch landed on your nose. You
could feel blood running from it though you made no move to stop it “Please,
I’m-“ Another punch was made to your stomach, the exact same spot where the
kick had been.
You weren’t able to get out another word as she yanked on
your hair, slamming your head harshly against the wall. Your breathing stopped
as she threw you to the ground, picking you back up by your hair and dragging
you towards the basement door.
She pulled open the door and threw you at the base of it,
your body teetering over the edge only held in place by her foot on your
shoulder. You were frozen in fear, your entire body shut down as you were paralyzed.
“You will never speak to me like that again” She spat before
pushing your shoulder with her foot sending you tumbling down the hard wood
stairs onto the hard floor below.
Sam was awoke to the sounds of knocking on his bedroom door.
He groaned loudly, knowing it was much too early to get up, instead throwing
one of his pillows at the door.
“Sam open up” Dean’s voice sounded from the other side only
causing Sam to groan louder.
“Go away Dean”
“Just open up” Dean groaned as Sam reluctantly pulled
himself out of bed and to the door.
Mere seconds passed between the time when Sam opened the
door and when Dean pushed his way inside. “You danced with her”
“What?” Sam groaned again.
“The girl, the girl I was dancing with at the ball you
danced with her first, she said you were friends”
“Dean what is this about?”
“I need to find her” Dean’s breathing was heavy, his eyes
pleading “I need to find her so please tell me you know where she is.”
Sam sighed, running a hand over his face “I know where she
You woke to nothing, no light around you, no sound of your
mother breathing, no soft cushions beneath you, nothing.
At first you freaked out, jumping to your feet only to cry
out in pain as you did so. Last night’s events came back to you. You cautiously
felt for the light switch, cringing as bright light flooded the dark room.
With great effort you limped over to a broken mirror in the
room, only the bottom half of it still intact. With shaking hands you lifted
the end of your dress slightly, immediately dark bruises began to show
You breathed in deeply, hissing at the pain after even such
a simple action, before pulling your dress the rest of the way up. Your entire
torso was purple and black. You hastily dropped the dress, you really needed to
inspect your face.
You began to crouch down, slowly as not to further irritate
anything only to stop as you heard a loud squeak, the sound shoes make when
Cautiously you looked down, moving your shoe just enough to
see what was under it. A dark red liquid splatter was under it, you swallowed
heavily, your shaking fingers slowly inched their way over your face, stopping
as they came into contact with a moist spot on the side of your head.
You pulled them up to in front of your face. They came back
red. Your breathing got heavier as you struggled to contain your emotions.
Immediately your head began to feel heavy, the world slowly
began to spin as you fell to the ground, your eyes still locked on your
You fell so that you laid flat on the ground, your breathing
short and shallow. Spots began to cloud your vision as the blood loss starting
to get to you.
Faintly you could hear the door open and loud footsteps
enter, your mothers shrill voice speaking though you couldn’t make out her
DEBBIE ALLEN, ACTRESS/DIRECTOR: Michael Jackson is a phenomenon. I say is. He will always be. It’s never was. He will always be. And our relationship was totally based on dance.
He came here many, many, many nights, many days, and right there in my dance studio trained in new techniques. He wanted to learn how to tap dance. He actually had an idea of doing a production with Savion Glover, that we had -
WHITFIELD: Because he really admired him?
ALLEN: He really admired him. He admired Fred, too.
What is so great about Michael, never ever settled for what his ability was at the moment. It always had to go further. He trained and practiced everything that he already knew everyday. Just a perfectionist. And so smart. Soft spoken, but a - a tiger.
WHITFIELD: So, is that something that’s missing in a lot of artists of today?
ALLEN: I think what’s missing today is we don’t have enough of that development. When I think about the record business and I think about the music business and how young people just put a video up on YouTube or - and they could jump out there. But who’s there developing them?
Michael appreciated people that were real around him. I mean, he had a lot - too many - a lot of people, but I think he was attracted to me because I was always very real with him.
WHITFIELD: Do you think there were too many people in his life who were willing to say yes all the time and - and not be real like you were able to be with him?
ALLEN: Michael loved people, and he loved young people. I took a lot of people up to Neverland, a lot of kids. The first thing - place we went was to his room to see everything, and it was great.
But Michael had a lot of hurt in his life. A lot of hurt.
UNIDENTIFIED FEMALE: CNN can now confirm from the - from the L.A. coroner that Michael Jackson is dead.
WHITFIELD: What was that news like, then, for you, to hear that he had died?
ALLEN: I was devastated, and I called - I remember calling Berry Gordy’s office to confirm it because nobody - you know, if you weren’t in - right in there, in the middle of his rehearsal, you might not know.
And I remember calling Diana Ross, and - oh, it just was like something we couldn’t believe was true. And it was so painful and it was so hurtful.
And we were rehearsing that day. We were rehearsing for a spring recital, and I had to - I couldn’t keep it from the kids because Twitter and everything is out there, so I had to tell them. And oh, my God, I had more than - all these hundreds of kids just weeping and crying. And - and then we said OK, pull it together. We’re dancing for Michael now, and that helped us, you know, get through the hurt for ourselves.
And, of course, I immediately thought about his mother, because his mother, Katherine, has always been so wonderful and always been there for him. I knew this was going to be really hard, and it was just hard for everyone.
On the strawman--"I can't enjoy anything because of social justice. Empathy is a TOTAL buzzkill"
However you try to articulate that something is harmful to you, someone’s around to tell you that’s just because you’re a piece of shit.
This is not fucking empathy.
-When someone puts the effort into making dozens of posts about “ableist words you must never say” including “stupid”, then happily and scornfully implies that someone is stupid when they say they can’t eliminate stuff from their vocabulary easily. That is not fucking empathy.
-When people insist that someone who is problematic is “not unintelligent, just a piece of shit”, then refuse to believe that anybody genuinely struggles with the tons of new language and constructs involved in social justice, that is not fucking empathy.
-When an actual well known well regarded social justice blog says that ISIS oppressing christians is “called karma”, that is not fucking empathy.
-When you’re making lists trying to discredit individuals (because we don’t individualise credit but we do individualise blame), using any tiny mistake they’ve ever made, sending the clear message that no mistake anybody makes should ever be forgotten, that everybody should be judged on their worst moments (which should be mentally filed away in a dossier) that nobody can ever redeem themselves or make up for their worst moments, that is not fucking empathy.
-When that causes people to constantly self-censor, constantly apologise, constantly worry and self-hate and anyone brings this up and you tell them it’s not about them, that is not empathy.
-When you scare people into inaction (because no amount of good action is worthy of praise, but any slight bad action is worthy of vitriol) that is not empathy.
If your empathy is reserved for people whose narratives are politically convenient or politically relevant that is not fucking empathy.
A Jewish girl got a tattoo in Hebrew and got called out for being a culturally appropriative white girl. A gay man got a tattoo of a homophobic slur to reclaim it (in arabic) and got called out for being a white hipster with a random foreign word on his chest.
“There is no one I care less about than soldiers with PTSD”
People used to talk about binary privilege. For a while they talked about monosexual privilege. Now they sometimes talk about butch privilege. Lately, they talk about Jewish privilege. Because if someone’s views don’t gel exactly with yours, or if someone’s experiences are different….welll somebody must be the least privileged! there must be somebody we can shut down, shout down.
That’s not how empathetic people behave.
Why is “I don’t care about” such a popular phrase around here. Or I literally don’t give a fuck about. Rejoicing in “tears”. Encouraging self hate. Sneering at people with the wrong appearance. Sneering at people who use the “wrong” words.
If you’re criticised, it must be because the person is privileged. If you’re criticised by a non-privileged person, they must have internalised *ism.
Why is my first response to sneer and shut down criticism. I didn’t used to be this bitter, angry person. I spent time in a community that convinces people that bitterness and hatred are virtues that will lead to liberation but they only drive people apart, turn supposed comrades against each other, looking for the first mistake on which to pounce, piling up dossiers to tear each other down.
it’s this….gaslighting thing they do. On the one hand, they go after people compiling lists on how those people are irredeemable pieces of shit forever (based on random out-of-context things they’ve said) and think death is too good for them. And they’re apologists for any abuse that’s politically inconvenient (less privileged abusing more privileged) and they deny things that are CLEARLY TRUE, like that oppressed people can be wrong about oppression and privileged people can be right….but then if people try and point out any of this, they get cast out as being anti-sj, therefore pro-injustice, because “the SJ community is just treating people with empathy, so if you’re against that you must be a sociopath”.
THIS IS NOT EMPATHY. THIS IS NOT A TINY MINORITY OF PEOPLE. THIS IS AN ENDEMIC PROBLEM WITHIN SOCIAL JUSTICE COMMUNITIES.
it does the opposite of teaching empathy. it teaches that you should only show empathy to the worst-off person in any situation and never to anybody whose problem is politically inconvenient to the cause.
it tells you that anything you do that isn’t directly anti-oppression is worthless; on the other hand it tells you you shouldn’t try to do anything if you were born privileged.it makes you angry and helpless
and then it tells you your anger isn’t real because you’re too privileged to feel it. and then it makes you constantly afraid of saying or doing the wrong thing, but it also tells you that this isn’t happening and also that it doesn’t matter.
“I hate men *two minutes later* I don’t hate men. This is not a fucking difficult concept”. Gee it’s almost as if not everyone can interpret things non-literally.
i don’t empathise with people like i used to. i view things in terms of like “well that’s not the worst situation you could be in.” cause if someone’s not the worst-off they could possibly be, you’re not supposed to care about them. Saying “I don’t care about x feelings” is considered a virtue.
“….are you sure that happened? that sounds like something an anti-feminist person would make up, surely feminism is just about equality”.
I DON’T KNOW. MAYBE I’M MAD. CLEARLY THE TUMBLR SJ COMMUNITY IS TRYING TO MAKE ME BELIEVE I’M MAD, BY DOING THESE THINGS AND THEN TELLING ME THEY DON’T DO THEM.
That sounds a fuck of a lot like gaslighting to me.
that norm where….it’s okay to do whatever you like to someone as long as they’re privileged is really really fucking toxic. and tumblr sj norms is that it doesn’t matter if someone is horrible to you on an interpersonal level, fuck that problem, it only matters if it’s backed up societally–which is bullshit. if something wrecks your mental health, THAT MATTERS.
Again and again, I’ve been right when I predicted that prominent bloggers would turn out to be abusive. Why? Because it turns out that when someone is horrible, cruel, smug and self-centred on an interpersonal level, they are likely to be a damn abuser. Tumblr sj wants me to trust horrible people with good politics and not-trust nice people with bad politics, but the opposite is almost always true.
Rather than “everyone should have access to these things” this punitive justice says that nobody should have access to these things. so the end result of that is like….i can’t even look into things that would help me with my mental health because then i feel guilty about doing THAT. Oh my god, these rich people. With their healthcare and their good mental health. Fuck them they deserve to die sdghjkl; no FUCK YOU.
“Capitalist scum”. I don’t even know anything about economics and I don’t believe I am a capitalist but why does that phrase scare me? Because I’m not allowed to be wrong. Because I’m not allowed to disagree at any stage. Because putting a foot wrong means it goes on your yfip list and then people can still be calling you worthless inhuman scum for it after you die. Any mistake you make will be your sole defining moment.
that’s not how empathetic people behave.
They bully real life celebrities. You’re never *really* free of being held to those standards even if you leave, which makes me feel like i can’t leave. in case i miss something–like, a new word or a new rule.
So you can’t ever leave. And so it goes on.
But this is not empathy.
Don’t you dare tell me it’s fucking empathy. I can feel where I’ve been conditioned not to care when someone slightly privileged is upset by something that’s politically inconvenient. People are falling over themselves to mock people–men who are afraid of wearing dresses because they might well get assaulted if they did? LOLOL MALE TEARS LOL. A man’s penis getting attacked? LOL HASHTAG MISANDRY. Don’t you DARE fucking tell me I haven’t seen these things because I have. The feminist community is participating in some kind of mass-gaslighting where whatever you’ve seen feminists do that was harmful or abusive or ableist you didn’t really see because feminism is just about equality so which part of that do you object to, huh, are you just anti-equality you piece of shit?
No. I did see those things. I did. This is abusive. This is not fucking empathetic. There is something ENDEMICALLY wrong. Everyone is scrambling over each other to discredit one another, to silence one another, to jump down people’s throats, to tear each other down, never to forgive, never to forget.
That’s not love or justice or powerful righteous anger. It is abusive behaviour. Fuck you for ever denying it. Fuck you for ever defending it. If you are an abuse apologist for politically motivated abuse you are still an abuser; even if your politics are right, even if your enemies are wrong. you are still an abuser. If you tell someone abusive behaviour did not take place, you are a gaslighter. That is not fucking empathy.
After uncovering a series of documents previously undiscovered, historians have now come to the conclusion that the Spanish Inquisition was actually intended to be an elaborate work of satire.
Many historians, as well as the general public, were shocked at this discovery, and many are now reevaluating their perception of what was previously considered an abhorrent chapter in human history.
One man said, “I used to read about the Spanish Inquisition and think, oh my God. That’s just messed up, I can’t believe they could be that terrible. But I feel differently now, now that I know the true intent. It was just satire.”
Some historians, in retrospect, are surprised that nobody had realized this earlier. One historian, Murphy Abercrombie, said, “The elaborate and gruesome methods of torture were so blatantly over-the-top and absurd, it seems silly that any of us had actually taken them seriously. It’s clear that they were just exaggerating normal torture, in order to show how terrible torture really is. And we all missed the point, and thought that they meant it.”
A small but vocal minority have responded to this discovery saying that, even in the off-chance it really was satire, it clearly failed in its goal to criticize torture, as it still performed the exact torture it was satirizing in the first place, and caused the exact same end result as other torture, regardless of its intent.
These views, however, have been largely dismissed, with many people saying, “It’s satire. You can’t take it seriously. Clearly you just don’t get it.”
Spanish Inquisition Was Actually A Work of Satire, Historians Discover
I've been thinking; now that Shiro is added to the former slave with a robot arm club, Shiro joining in Bucky and Anakin's arm wrestling contests that Magneto always crashes. (Also, just realized: trading of dad tips and jokes)
Oh my God it would be like a Dad Joke convention. Can you even imagine?
Like, Bucky might make some half-hearted attempts to pretend he’s above that kind of thing. He’s not a dad! (“Neither am I!” Shiro splutters, but nobody believes him.)
But really Bucky is one of those people born with a Dad sense of humor, so.
The rest of them just gleefully throw themselves into it.
Someone makes the “can you give me a hand?” joke at least once an hour. It’s awful.
Could you do like a really cute one where you get hate right in front of him making you think that you’re a terrible girlfriend and don’t deserve him so, he does something really cute to show you that your perfect? (Preferably with Mikey but I don’t really mind tbqh) ♥
~ok so I’m pretty sure this one of the worst things I’ve written in my whole life. I’m so sorry. I feel really bad >.<. Anyway, I hope this is kind of what you were hoping for. If not, then again, I’m sorry. I’ve had trouble writing a lot recently, whether it be writers block, illness or tiredness I’m not sure. Probably all three. Anyway, to the imagine.~
You’d been out shopping at the mall with Michael all day. It was fair to say he was getting quite restless and wouldn’t stop begging for food, preferably pizza. If it was possible to marry a food, you were certain Michael would marry pizza.
“Please babe, can we go for pizza now? We’ve been walking around for two hours.” He put extra emphasis on the two to prove how just fed up he was. Wrapping his arms around your waist, he starts to pepper kisses all over your neck and up to the bottom of your ear. He knew exactly how to get your full attention. You liked that Michael was a clingy boyfriend, some people would hate it, but you loved being able to hold hands all the time or cuddle constantly and to not have him complain about it once. He obviously enjoyed being as close as to you as possible and you reciprocated those feelings.
“Yeah, I’m getting pretty hungry anyway.” You turned around and pecked his lips. Michael cheered jokingly and took hold of your hand.
Hand in hand you wandered your way to the food court, window shopping on your way around and gazing at all the pretty clothes that you just couldn’t afford. You decided to go to an open seated pizza place, so you could sit outside of it and still watch all the people passing by. With Michael being quite famous now, you’d usually hide away from people but there hadn’t been many fans around that day. Michael went up to order the pizza while you sat and scrolled through your twitter. When you first started dating, the amount of hate you’d received was sickening but it had died down a lot recently. It was lovely knowing that the majority of the fans were finally accepting you into the family even if it took them a while to come around.
A group of teenage girls approached your table with a determined look on their faces. It was slightly odd but you didn’t question it. You went back to looking at your phone and noticed a few hurtful comments in your mentions but tried your best to ignore them. Eventually, one of the girls in the group decided to approach you with a stern expression. She looked sort of annoyed with you when she really had no reason to be.
“Hey, can I help you?” You asked timidly, feeling quite intimidated by the girl.
“Are you Michael’s bit on the side?” Her comment struck you like a bullet to the heart. What the hell? That comment was completely uncalled for and incredibly rude.
“If you mean girlfriend, then yes.” You replied, feeling your anger starting to burn inside you.
“Well, where is he?” The girl demanded. There was very few occasions when you’d been personally approached by rude fans, but this was even worse than anything you’d experienced before.
“Why should I tell you? You’ve been incredibly rude to me.” You didn’t like to be horrible to the fans, but why should you be nice to her? You got enough mean comments without her adding to them.
The girl shook her head, laughing a little, “It’s funny that you think he actually loves you.” You told yourself it was just jealousy speaking on her behalf but you didn’t like to be treated this way. You wished for Michael to return quickly, but he didn’t show. “Why would he love you anyway? You’re not even that pretty. You resemble the back-end of a donkey, actually.” That comment really did it. Standing up from the chair, you grabbed your belongings and stormed into the pizza place. It wasn’t as busy anymore and you found Michael easily. By the time you reached him, tears were flooding down your cheeks and you were a mess.
“Whoa baby, what’s wrong?” He pulled you into his chest immediately and kissed the top of your head. Stepping out the queue, you stood at the side of the shop and explained the situation. You could see the anger flare in his eyes and you knew he wouldn’t let this slide easily.
“She said you didn’t love me.” You couldn’t even bare to look at him. Honestly, you knew better than to believe something like that, but it still planted doubt into your head.
“Of course I love you, you’re everything to me.” He held your face in his hands and kissed you gently on the lips. “Come on, we’re going to go and have a little chat with her.” You really didn’t want to face her again, but you knew Michael was going to force her into an apology. Not that it mattered much; her words had already caused their damage.
Exiting the shop, the same group of girls approached you and you stood behind Michael. You couldn’t even look towards them because you knew they’d be mocking you for reacting in this way.
“Oh my god, you’re Michael Clifford.” The girl who’d been horrid to you spoke and the falseness of her voice was almost puke-worthy.
“Yeah, I am and this is my girlfriend, (y/n). Who, I do believe, you’ve just been awful to, am I right?” His voice was laced with venom. He didn’t even regret being horrible to this girl. She was no longer a fan in his eyes, not after the way she’d made you feel. Nobody upset his girl and got away with it.
“Well, I wasn’t. She was rude so I reacted.” The girl’s voice trembled and it was obvious she was lying. Her confidence was crumbling beneath her feet.
“(Y/N) would never be rude to a fan unless they gave her a reason to be. I know exactly what you said to her and if you ever say anything like that to her again, it’ll be the last words you ever say.” Michael towered over her and the girl cowered.
“Michael, don’t, it’s ok.” You whispered into his ear, trying to calm him down.
“No, it’s not ok. It’s anything but ok.” He turned his attention from you back to the girls in front of him. “The truth is girls, (y/n) is incredible and she makes me so happy. She’s my everything and I love her more than I’ve ever loved anybody. So this hate towards her stops now and I think you should apologise to her.” You stepped round to stand by Michael’s side, feeling safer now that he was with you.
All of the girls apologised, including the bitchiest one, you’d expected her not to but she was clearly quite afraid of Michael at this point. Once that was finished with, all the girls walked off looking ashamed about their ridiculous actions.
“Thank you, but you really didn’t need to do that.” You were surprised by Michael’s outburst. It wasn’t like him to do things such as that. Then again, people were trying to hurt you and that’s one thing he’d never stand for. Anybody who caused you pain would have to face the consequences. Michael took both your hands in his and looked you directly in the eyes.
“I did need to do that. They weren’t going to make you cry and think that was totally acceptable. Nobody makes my girl cry ok?” He was smiling sweetly at you and you returned the gesture. “There, that’s the smile I love to see. I love you so much (y/n), never forget that.”
“I love you too Mikey.”
“So, uh, can we get that pizza now?” You couldn’t help but laugh, he must have been starving by now. You nodded and this time you both went inside to order. Michael held you a little closer to him and always made sure you were ok.
The rest of the day went perfectly. You continued your shopping spree with Michael acting like a complete idiot. He’d try on all the women’s hats and sunglasses in the shops you went into just to make you laugh. He was really an amazing boyfriend; you were so blessed to have him in your life. When you finally finished shopping, you both went to his apartment and cuddled on the sofa watching numerous chick flicks until you fell asleep wrapped in his arms.
send me a (✧∀✧) and i’ll randomly generate a number between 1-20. my muse will then say the following to your muse.
20: “If I had to choose between saving myself or you, I would always pick you.”
Deidara had to admit, he sort of liked Tobirama.
At first, when he had met him, he had momentarily assumed he was an Uchiha due to his red eyes, not noticing the lack of the trademark tomoe. Tobirama had given him a withering look upon Deidara declaring, “I refuse to work with an Uchiha!” and snapped a denial in return, along with “Uchihas generally have black hair, not white hair” and “shouldn’t you know who the Kage’s are?”
The start of a strange friendship. Bonding over the dislike of Uchihas - despite the large differences between them and the disapproving statements of certain other people.
Coming back from the dead and being controlled, while absolutely sucking, had its small perks. At least he finally had someone to complain about Uchihas with, someone who didn’t mind him going off every ten minutes for up to an hour about how he despised Uchihas and their eyes and their demeanor and the fact they thought they were all that just because of their lineage! It filled Deidara with rage!
Tobirama would usually nod while listening, occasionally muttering, “I knew Uchihas were trouble.”
Finally, someone who understood!
And Deidara absolutely hated himself for it, but he liked Tobirama more than he would ever care to admit. He even found himself dodging in front of things aimed at Tobirama - admittedly, this was also because he was just bored. He found a certain strange fascination with watching his body repair, much as he hated being immortal.
That’s what he kept telling everybody who dared ask or insinuate, and everybody believed him - why else would the blond do so? He wasn’t exactly known for being affectionate.
That is, everyone except for Tobirama.
Deidara’s eye twitched.
“What do you mean, ‘hm’? You don’t believe me or something?” Deidara said, slightly uncomfortable.
“Seriously, hm?!” Tobirama raised an eyebrow, and Deidara scoffed.
“Fine…god.” Glancing around and hoping that nobody was hiding, because this was pathetic, why did he have emotions he just wanted to crush them and kick them away…
“If I had to choose between saving myself or you, I would always pick you. You…I like you, hm. You’re interesting. And you actually listen to me complain about the Uchihas.”
“You’re…welcome.” There was a beat.
“Are you ever going to take those sunglasses off?”
“No. I like them.”
Deidara could distantly hear Hashirama yelling in despair.
By any chance, do you genuinely believe Muke is real? And if so, why?
The answer to that is as easy as complicated. In short:
I want it to be. It could be.
Now the most likely to be not straight in 5 Seconds of Summer is Michael. Why not any of the others? Well, for me the strongest argument here is “he gives off just the right vibe”, makes my gaydar tingle or whatever but that is a subjective answer and hardly will be valid in anybody else’s eyes so let’s elaborate. Michael is s a very sexual person. He is the most flamboyant in the band (the hair, called “kitten” all the time). Everybody has seen the livestream snapshot and his appearances plus females show patterns of bearding. (Photos that only come out months later around band-economically important times? Yes, all that shebang.) If I’d have to guess Michael is pansexual. He doesn’t really care about gender. If you’re aesthatically pleasing to him and/or have a great character he would like you, no matter your gender. Or to put it more bluntly, he’d fuck everything that isn’t on the trees in thirty.
Now Luke. Luke is very sensible. Does that make him gay? Absolutely not. It’s a mildly supporting fact, if any. So why do I think he is gay? Because of the way he looks at men. Yes, it’s that simple. Also statistics. He’s the third and youngest brother of an all boys generation in his family. My guess here is gay, but open-minded as well as just a kind person at heart.
But what about his ex-girlfriend? What about their ex-girlfriends?
We have to keep in mind that all of the boys were brought up in an extremely homophobic enviroment. They have internalised it, still struggle to this day to behave after the educated patterns of thinking they have learned (eg the videogame-rape-joke comment).
Take Luke in the Forever My Father (cover) video: “Michael’s a homo, he never comes to school.”Where they come from “gay” is an insult thrown around about a hundred times a day. And getting a girlfriend is the logical thing to do when you’re a teenager in that enviroment, as logical as saying yes to/asking someone from your clique who fancies you, especially when you have been say struggling with self-confidence or your appearance. A girlfriend is cool, makes you cooler. And kissing and fooling around is always nice.
I think it’s real because of their behaviour.
I think it’s real because of the way they look at each other.
Because this happened
And this was just SO awkward
(pay attention to Michael’s hands and Luke’s glance offside)
Bullying is one of the most common tactics boys use to get the attention of the object of their affection (especially hormonally five-year olds). As well as mirroring. (haven’t got a gif at hand for that but we’ve all seen the videos.)
It’s okay Michael, make wiggly eyebrows at your laddy bro pal’s dick.
To answer your question, based on what I have seen and the minor things in behavior I recognise from other closeted couples, I say, yes I and I only speak for myself here do genuinly believe they are a real something.
And because this fandom is so straight-bend, partially homophobic, I will say it again: This whole argumentation is not to say “Oh my god, Muke is real.” It just shows that it could be. Nobody really knows except for Michael and Luke themselves, and Calum and Ashton of course, because let’s be real, this band has given up on secrets a long time ago.
Now to conclude. I ship Muke, as can you which means I say I really like the idea of these two as boyfriends. I do not tinhat them which means I do not say I know they are in a romantic relationship. But it is a possibility. Luckily my personal beliefs have no affect on their reality whatsoever, I merely bring joy to those who feel the same as I do.
About the series: A World War II nurse (Caitriona Balfe) in 1945 on her honeymoon in Inverness, Scotland, touches a mysterious stone that sends her back in time to the 18th century. The cast includes Sam Heughan, Tobias Menzies and Gary Lewis.
Costume designer: Terry Dresbach
Fashion philosophy: “We were going to be as authentic as we possibly could and historically accurate—we did not want to modernize [18th century] fashion; it’s fabulous as it is. There were a lot of shoes that I wanted to do that were heavily embroidered and embellished. You don’t see as much shoes as you want, but we worked with incredible silks. When there’s a show that’s so intense as this is and it’s so big, you have to find your little moments.”
Standout style moment:
“Jamie’s (Heughan) rock-star-looking boots — this is based on an 18th century shoe that I tweaked a little bit. Great fashion never goes away. That is from a painting I found from the Metropolitan [Museum of Art] — there was a man sitting there in the boots, and I was like, ‘Yes!’ Whether it’s Jamie’s boots or those red shoes (worn by actress Caitriona Balfe as Claire Randall), people look at historical costumes and go, ‘Oh, my God, I want those shoes.’ People saw them and went nuts. It goes against the idea that people aren’t interested in historical clothes.”
Still can’t believe Terry Dresbach and her team didn’t win an Emmy. Nobody did it better.
Ashton: Even though you had a good time while you went to eat frozen yoghurt, Ashton can’t help but to think about Y/GF/N again on the car ride back home. It is almost two in the morning because neither of you wanted to go home and chose to go to a park. Right now, you have fallen asleep while Ashton is driving and thinking about what happened in the cinema. He knows that Y/GF/N is important to you and doesn’t want you to live without him. Therefore, he is thinking of a plan to make Y/GF/N like him. Or at least he is trying to. He even talks to one of your about him and asks you a couple of questions. But after the fourth question you realize what he is doing and stop answering his questions, telling him not to care about what Y/GF/N does. After the incident in the cinema you have not talked to him yet because he has not called you, and you are refusing to call him, since he was behaving like a dick towards Ashton for no reason. Truth to be told, you do miss Y/GF/N but are too stubborn to forgive him for what he did. It was unforgiveable. Ashton knows that you are sad and decides to take you to the mall. He makes sure that you are laughing all the time and enjoy yourself. Ashton leaves to get the two of you an ice cream and that is also when some fans approach you. “Hi,” you greet them and two of them wave. “Oh my god, hi Y/N. I can’t believe I am standing right in front of you,” one says making you smile. “Why? I’m not special nor am I famous or so.” “Exactly. She’s nobody,” another one says and you heart stings but you ignore it. “Actually, she’s just a bitch.” You feel your heart break and don’t know what to do. You take it hard on yourself when someone of the 5sos family does not like you since you are a fan too and supposed to be a family. “That’s not true. Y/N is great,” the first one defends you and you feel grateful. “I disagree. I mean look at her. I don’t know what Ashton sees in her,” another one adds. “Excuse you,” you hear someone say and see Y/GF/N. You blink your tears away and just stand there when Y/GF/N puts an arm around your shoulder and turns to the girls again. “Y/N is a great person and at least she doesn’t feel the need to go around and insult people who did no harm to her.” The girls scoff and look away. “What are you waiting for? Piss off,” Y/GF/N snaps at them. “Y/GF/N,” you gasp and the girls leave. “Don’t believe them. You’re great,” the first fan says and you smile gratefully. She leaves and Y/GF/N turns to you. “That’s why I don’t want you to go out with that idiot. Does he even know how much hate you get?” “Gosh, don’t start this. He is trying his best to prevent it,” you defend Ashton. “Yeah? Then where is your knight in his shining armor now? The only way to keep you from getting hate is breaking up with him. And even the hate won’t stop.” “He is just getting ice cream and he is worth the hate.” “I disagree and he probably is with some girls and talking to them instead to you. See?” Y/GF/N asks, pointing at Ashton and the three fans you were talking to. “So what? They are his fans, they brought him were he is right now and he is grateful for it.” Suddenly you hear Ashton raise his voice and rush over to him. “And I’d be really happy when you stop talking shit about Y/N,” Ashton says to the girl who called you a bitch. “I think we should leave now. Bye guys. Nice meeting you,” you say and drag Ashton away. “What the hell Ash?” you ask when you have pulled him away far enough. “She called you a bitch wanted me to believe that you kissed Y/GF/N. I can’t stand it when you get hate and you know. Is it too much asked for to leave you alone?” he huffs, sounding frustrated. “But they are your fans.” “Doesn’t give them the right to be mean to you.” Ashton wraps his arms around you in a tight grip and you hug him back. “Where’s my ice cream?” you ask when he pulls back. “I’m sorry, I dropped it. Let’s get another one.” Before you can get to your feet, a hand which is holding an ice cream cone comes in sight. “Your favourite one,” Y/GF/N says and you take it. “I didn’t know which one you like so I got chocolate for you,” he says to Ashton, handing him one cone too. “That’s okay,” Ashton says, taking his. Y/GF/N sits next to you and for a while no one says anything. “I’m sorry.” You look at Y/GF/N and ask, “What?” “I’m talking to Ashton smart ass,” he snaps but you know he is only joking. “And I said that I am sorry. I am sorry that I behaved like a dick towards you. I did it because I thought that you are not good for her.” “What made you change your mind?” Ashton asks. “Nothing. I still think you are bad for her and from what I just witnessed I proved my theory right. I saw the tears in her eyes…” “Y/GF/N,” you interrupt. “I am not finished. But at least you’re trying and if the giggling, bubbly boy that you are makes her happy then I wish you good luck. I will make sure she is safe, Irwin. Trust me on this.” Ashton smiles and nods. “I do. Soooo, welcome to the family,” Ashton cheers, tackling Y/GF/N with a hug. “What family? I was here before you,” Y/GF/N says pushing Ashton from him. Ashton laughs and you are happy to see that the two most important boys in your life get along with each other.
Michael: Soon the incident with Y/C/N is forgotten but not by Michael. He just can’t understand why she does not like him. He wants her to like him, almost as much as he wanted you to like him before you two were dating. That is why he suggest to go out for dinner and bring along some friends. The only one he can think of and convince is Luke and you of course, oblivious to his reason, invite Y/C/N. Even though she sighs inwardly when she hears that Michael is coming too, she agrees instantly because she will not miss out a chance to meet up with you while she is still in town. Everyone of you decide to meet up at your uncle’s at 4 pm because that is where she is currently. Luke goes with you guys and asks some questions about her, making you wonder if he thinks that this is a blind date. But what you do not know is that Michael made him ask those questions because he wants to knoe about everything Y/C/N likes and dislikes because so far he only knows that he is on her dislike-list. Michael stops in front of your uncle’s and Y/C/N enter in the backseat, next to Luke. “Hiii,” she squeals, hugging you. “Hey,” you greet, hugging her back. “Hey, Y/C/N,” Michael says waving. Y/C/N only nods and sees Luke sitting next to her. “Hey,” he mumbles and Y/C/N gives him a bright, shining smile. “Hey!” she exclaims, sounding excited. Michael’s jaw drops and he can’t believe why she is so nice to Luke. You look at Michael, instantly knowing what he is thinking and nudge him. “So, can we go now?” you ask and he nods, starting the engine. Every now and then Michael will look in the mirror and watch Luke and Y/C/N laughing and talking. At one point they even start singing together and Michael lets out a frustrated groan. You nudge him and shake your head, motioning him not make himself crazy. After reaching the pizzeria, everyone of you sits in a booth, Y/C/N next to you, Michael in front of you, and Luke next to Michael. Everyone orders a pizza and that is when Y/C/N says, “Eating pizza, is that all you can do?” You nudge her and hope Michael did not hear her but he did. He excuses himself and you bite your lip. Shaking your head, you push Y/C/N out of the booth and drag her to a corner to have a talk with her. “Y/C/N what are you doing?” you ask. “What do you mean?” “Stop being a bitch towards Michael.” “I am not being a bitch,” she argues. “Yes, yes, you are.” “He organized this to get to know you and you have nothing else to do than to make him feel bad about himself.” “And what about me? Nobody cares about how I feel,” she burst out. “What do you mean?” you question. “Nothing,” she scoffs, taking her seat again. Sighing, you accept your defeat and go to look for Michael. You find him sitting outside the pizzeria, head low. He does not look up when you sit next to him and hug him. “Mikey?” “I just don’t get it,” he whispers. “What have I done?” “Nothing Mikey, absolutely nothing. She’s just being stupid.” “She is your favourite cousin. I just want us to get along.” “Not everyone is meant to be friends.” He sighs and shakes his head. The door opens and both of you look up to watch Y/C/N stomp over. “I had a talk with Luke,” she says, “And you’re right Y/N. I’m sorry for behaving like a bitch.” Michael sits up straight and looks at the two of you startled. None of you knows how to react. “It’s just,” Y/C/N says, sounding frustrated. “I…hacshnyou,” she mutters. “What?” you and Michael ask in unison. “Ihacshnyou.” “I didn’t get this,” you say while looking at Michael who looks as confused as you. “I HAD A CRUSH ON YOU,” Y/C/N yells, making yours and Michael’s eyes widen in surprise. “What?” you ask in disbelief while a smirk shows up on Michael’s face. “I had or have…or had…I don’t know but I lied to you Michael when you asked if I was a fan. I am and you are - were my favourite but since you are Y/N’s boyfriend I can’t think of you like that. So I thought being mean to you would make you hate me which would make me hate you but this did more harm than good and…and stop smirking like the little shit you are,” Y/C/N bursts out. Michael does not even try to hide his smile and leans back on his elbows. “So that is going to be funny. I really am your family’s type, aren’t I?” Michael asks earning a punch on his arm from you. “Ouch,” he whines, rubbing his arm. “Are you mad?” Y/C/N asks low and you sigh. “No.” You shake your head. Y/C/N tackles you with a hug and you smile. The next thing you feel is two other arms wrap around the two of you and shake them away. “Awww,” Michael coos, “Is someone a lil’ jealous.” “You smack his hand away and get to your feet. "I promise Y/N it’s nothing else than a little fangirl crush,” Y/C/N says. “And there is something I wanted to do since I met you and that I’d love to do. You mind?” “Go ahead.” Suddenly, Y/C/N squeals and wraps her arms around Michael’s neck, tackling him with a hug. You try to ignore the jealousy but can’t help yourself than feeling awkward. Michael hugs her back and after a while Y/C/N lets go of him. “Okay, we can go to Luke now,” she says. Suddenly, she hugs him again and pulls back away quickly. “Now I’m really done.” She tiptoes into the pizzeria and you follow her when Michael pulls you back by your wrist. Before you even have time to ask one question he presses his lips firmly to yours. You kiss him back, wrapping your hands around his neck. “You okay?” Michael smirks when he steps back and puts his forehead to yours. You kiss him again, biting on his lower lip a little harsh and pull it. “Stop smirking like that,” you say as you peck the spot where you have bitten him softly. He laughs softly and takes your hand in his hand. Inside Michael makes Luke sit next to Y/C/N while he pulls you into his side.
Calum: The next days the only thing Calum does is making researches on cats and their behaviour. It almost reached a point where you think that it is ridiculous. He once even wants to buy a cat and begs you pouting to do it. The next day he finds a cat in the neighbourhood and talks to her. “What are you doing Calum?” you ask him, looking bewildered. “Ssht,Y/N. I am trying to find out something about cats,” he answers, kneeling down and trying to lur the cat with his hand. “HA!” he exclaims, making you jump. “See,” he says holding the cat up, “This one likes me.” “REALLY CALUM?” you yell and he looks at you wide eyed. “You are going nuts. Go and see a doctor,” you say, turning around and walk away. “Y/N wait,” he calls after you but you ignore him. “What is it Y/N?” he asks, catching up to you. “What it is? What it is? You and your new obsession with cats Cal. It’s getting out of hand.” “I’m sorry but I am just trying to figure out cats.” “Because of Sam? Why Cal? He ist just a cat and we will be gone from here after two days and you won’t meet him again.” “But he is important to you and I want him to like me.” His voice became sad and you stopped, looking at him. “He is just a cat, Cal,” you sigh. “Yeah,” he breathes. Your phone rings and you see that it is your dad. “Hi dad,” you greet him. “Hey. Hun, I wanted to ask you if you and Calum might want to stay over at ours for the last two days while you’re still in town. We really miss you,” he says and you bite your lip. You look at Calum and put a hand on the speaker. “My dad is wondering if we could stay the next days at theirs.” “Yeah, I’m fine with it.” “And you won’t freak out because of Sam?” He shakes his head. “I promise.” You sigh and tell your dad that you will check out of the hotel and go to them. You are standing with Calum on the doorstep to your parents after doing what you said, waiting for them to open the door. The first one to greet you is Sam who appears behind you and meows. “Hello Sammy,” you greet him and pick him up. From the corner of your eyes you see Calum pretending as if is not looking at you and Sam. The door opens and you get greeted by your mother who pulls the two of you in a tight hug. “You found Sammy!” she exclaims, “He hasn’t been here the whole day. I almost got worried.” You give Sam a last hug before putting him down and taking your suitcase to your old room, Calum following you. Throughout the rest of the day you notice how Calum pouts when Sam walks past him and how quiet he is. In the evening everyone sits in the living room to watch some random shows your mother likes. You are sitting next to Calum when Sam jumps onto your lap and makes himself comfortable on it. You stroke him absentmindedly and can almost see the inner struggle of Calum, who wants to stroke Sam too but does not. After a while you get up to go to the bathroom and put the sleeping Sam carefully on the spot where you were sitting. When you come back, you see that Sam is now lying on Calum’s lap, who is looking at Sam with wide eyes. You smile and sit next to Calum again. “He hasn’t changed a bit. He likes to fall asleep on someones lap,” you whisper and look at the tv. “You…you want to put him on your lap again before he starts attacking me again?” he asks low. “He chose you Cal. He could’ve gotten on the lap of my mum or dad but he chose you. So, who am I to get him off there?” Calum tries to hide the smile that is slowly forming on his lips but fails. You peck his cheek and watch how he softly starts stroking Sam. After two hours with talking to your parents than rather watching tv, everyone decides to go to bed. You tell Calum to put Sam in his basket who carefully picks Sam from his lap and does as he is told to. Even when you go to bed Calum is still grinning, happy that Sam somehow started accepting him. When you wake up the next day, the first thing you see is Sam sitting on Calum’s stomach and playing with Calum. Calum is grinning like a madman and you smile. “Morning,” you whisper. “Good morning babe. Sorry, did I wake you up?” You shake your head. “Having fun you two?” Calum nods vigorously and you laugh. You lie there next to Calum, talk to him while you stroke Sam who is still sitting on Calum’s stomach, happy that Calum no longer needs to make himself go crazy.
Luke: “Do you think she doesn’t like me because I didn’t buy her a present?” Luke asks you when you are eating breakfast. “Really Luke? Are you still thinking about that?” you ask, giving him a are-you-serious-look. “Well, yeah. After all she is your niece and you are her godmother. Everything indicates that you love her and that she is important to you and I want her to like me, which is pretty important when you think about the fact that the two of you are going to spend the rest of your lives together and that I have no intention on leaving yours in any time soon.” “Luke, relax. You’re rambling,” you interrupt him. He sighs and puts his head on the table. “Then make her like me, Y/N.” “She will Luke, she will. She just has to get used to you. Now eat your breakfast.” “And what if she doesn’t?” he mumbles. “Then I will brainwash her into it. Now eat up or I will brainwash you.” Luke smirks at your idea and starts eating his breakfast, being positive that you will find a way, not knowing that you have no clue how to make her like him. The next days you catch Luke at how often he asks you about your sister and if a family meeting is on the plan. “Maybe I’ll invite them over here,” you answer when he asks you the third day in a row. His mouth shapes an ‘o’ and he nods. “And what did you think of?” he asks. “Maybe a BBQ. Sounds good?” “Yeah, sounds great.” You invite your sister, your parents, Luke’s family and the rest of the band over for saturday. Luke seems to be very anxious on saturday morning and even buys extra some toys and children food at the store because Y/N/N will be the only child at the BBQ. You shake your heat at his obsession and make him stop in front of you. “Luke, relax. What is going on?” He chuckles nervously. “What do you mean?” “Please, just relax or I’ll blow this off.” He sighs and nods. The first one to arrive are your parents, next Luke’s family, followed by the boys and finally your sister. Luke opens the door and gives your sister a small hug. “Hi,” he says to Y/N/N, who immediately clings to your sister’s leg. Luke can’t help but to feel hurt and stands up. He forces a smile when your sister looks at him apologetically and lets her in, Y/N/N instantly rushing to your mother to show her her balloon. Throughout the whole day Luke thinks about how to make Y/N/N at least talk to him. You shake your head when you see him and sigh. “What is it?” Y/S/N asks, who is helping you to decorate the table. “Luke is making himself nuts because of Y/N/N. He is so obsessed with her liking him that he didn’t even do anything dumb with the boys yet,” you explain. “I’m sorry but I really don’t know what’s going on with her.” “Don’t worry. It’s not your fault.” You smile. Suddenly, you hear a loud noise and turn your head towards Y/N/N who is standing next to Luke and starts crying. Sighing, you rush over and pick up Y/N/N who holds on to you. You look at Luke, who is looking horrified at the remaining of Y/N/N’s balloon in his hands. His face turns into a sad one but right now you concentrate on calming down Y/N/N. You take her inside and craddle her in your lap. “You 'kay?” you ask when her sobs end. “I want my balloon,” she whines. “Aww baby. I’m sorry but Luke didn’t do it on purpose. You wanna play with the little doggy Luke bought you?” you ask her, holding up a stuffed dog. “No, it’s dumb,” Y/N/N says, pushing the stuffed animal out of your hand. You sigh and notice Luke in the doorway. He looks more heartbroken than ever. He comes over, kneeling in front of Y/N/N. “I’m sorry Y/N/N. I didn’t mean to burst your balloon,” Luke says but Y/N/N ignores him. He sighs and goes up to his room. Y/S/N arrives and takes Y/N/N and you follow Luke, seeing him sitting on the bed, hugging Super Penguin. You sit next to him and hug him. “You 'kay?” you ask and he shakes his head. “I am so stupid!” he exclaims, making you smack his arm “That’s not true and you know that.” “It is. Now she definitely hates me.” “She will learn to like you Luke. Be patient. I didn’t like you at the beggining either and look now. I have fallen for you more than someone ever will.” He smiles and you peck his cheek. “Now come on. Everyone’s waiting. You can also take Super Penguin with you.” His cheeks redden but you take Super Penguin from him and take him with you, holding Luke by his hands. Before you can go outside, Luke pulls you back and gives you a lingering kiss on your lips. You smile and go out, immediately walking into Y/N/N. “Is that a penguin?” she asks, pointing at Super Penguin. “That’s Super Penguin,” you announce. “She’s cute. Can I have her?” “She is a he and nooo, you can’t because he is Lukes’ but when you ask nicely, I am sure he will let you play with it.” Y/N/N looks at Luke for a second, who looks bewildered, before her gaze turns to Super Penguin again. “Can I?” she asks Luke. You nudge him when you realize that he is too startled to react. “Uhh…yeah. When you promise to be nice to him.” Y/N/N jaw drops and she squeals, taking Super Penguin from you and hugging him. “I promise.” “You know? Luke loves penguins. They are his favourite,” you say. Y/N/N looks at him in awe. “Mine too!” she exclaims. “I have a very cool book about penguins. Maybe you can ask Luke to read it to you,” you suggest and she looks at Luke again. “Will you? Please?” Luke smiles widely and nods, taking the book from the living room and sitting on the grass with Y/N/N, to read it to her. You smile when you see how the two inspect all the pictures together and how Y/N/N squeals when Luke mimicks the voice of a pirate. When the BBQ ends Y/N/N is so close with Luke, she can’t even wait to visit you again so she can play with Super Penguin and Luke. As goodbye Y/N/N kisses Luke on the cheek and waves vigorously. “Happy?” you ask when you turn to a smiling Luke. He nods and gives you a tight hug, thanking you for being his adorable girlfriend.