nobody talks about our girl like that

Reasons to ship Camren…

  • They have matching onesies; Lauren’s one is gray whilst Camila’s is pink.
  • They’re both Cuban.
  • They’re both from Miami, Florida.
  • Both are Latinas.
  • Lauren and Camila got the most solos in The X Factor performances.
  • They are both big fans of One Direction.
  • They both auditioned in Greensboro, North Carolina.
  • They both have a younger sister.
  • They hung out with each other on December 31st, 2012 to January 1st, 2013. They then tweeted a photo of Camila making a funny face and Lauren looking awkward.
  • Spanish was both their first language.
  • They live 15 minutes away from each other.
  • They often switch places with the other girls so they can sit next to each other.
  • They both love to do accents with each other.
  • They often think the same things at the same time.
  • They both have a weakness: Lauren for beanies and Camila for bows.
  • Lauren is the only one who calls Camila Camz.
  • Camila said if Lauren got arrested for something, she would get arrested for being so sweet.
  • They sat right next to each other at a The 1975 concert.
  • They have the same music taste.
  • Lauren said Camila is her “Pink Princess”.
  • Lauren is the “mom”…and Camila is the “father”.
  • Camila thinks Lauren is a “boss of an intelligent opinion”.
  • Camila thinks Lauren “is real”.
  • Camila would switch her mind with Lauren.
  • Lauren would switch her mind with Camila.
  • Camila wanted Lauren to kiss her under the mistletoe.
  • They wear the same “merch” clothes.
  • The way Lauren looks at Camila after she says “Fall, by Ed Sheeran”.
  • Lauren is Camila’s celebrity crush. (Oh … and Camila wants to marry with her celebrity crush ..even if her family doesn’t support the relationship.)
  • Camila would be "Baby Spice” because she is Lauren’s baby.
  • Lauren is the only person who laughs at Camila’s jokes.
  • Camila loves Lern Jerg.
  • Because Lauren helps her when her banana is dead on the floor.
  • Because Lauren helps her when her microphone breaks.
  • Because Lauren ties her shoes.
  • Camila is the sun and Lauren the moon.
  • Because Lauren doesn’t know what else to say but she thinks Camila is pretty fucking Dope!
  • Because Camila has Lauren “written on her”.
  • Because Camila read Lauren’s favorite book.
  • Because Lauren knows that Camila cried reading “Fault in Our Stars”.
  • Because one day Camila and Lauren went to the bathroom together and … that’s the end of the conversation!
  • Because Camila thinks Lauren can sing and is pretty too.
  • Because they have an audience that calls them crazy! (and they call us delusional!)
  • Because both like “so many hot boys”.
  • Because Camila said: “keep the boat floating”.
  • Because Lauren said “It’s Camren, YOOO!.
  • Because Lauren wants someone to love her insecurities…and Camila do!
  • Because Lauren has “the most beautiful emerald eyes in the world”.
  • Because Camila thinks Lauren is “perfect”.
  • Camila tried salmon because Lauren loves sushi.
  • Because Lauren thinks Camila is goofy, not the bad kind goofy, the cute kind goofy.
  • Because Camila loves people from “planet green eyes”.


  • I love you. You’re one of my best friends and I feel like I’ve know you forever. You’re one of the smartest people I know and you’re stuning. I’ve learned a lot from you, just know I’ll always be here for you no matter what!” - Camila on Lauren
  • Happy 16th Birthday little one(: thank you for always being you and being one of the raddest people I’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. You’re an incredible person and I’m extremely lucky to have you in my life. Thanks for being there to vent with and even though we haven’t known each other for even a year yet, I feel like you’re the sister God forgot to give me. I love you Camzi(: have a good one babe! 💙😘🎉🎈🎁💙#camren” - Lauren on Camila

  • Happy 17th Birthday to this little nugget right here. I thought this picture was cute so I decided it would suffice. Just wanted to let you know that you’re an amazing beautiful person and I’m glad that you’ve been alive for 17 years and that 2 of them have been spent with the girls and I because idk you’re pretty rad and an amazing friend and fun to have around. I hope you have an amazing day and feel as special today as you deserve to feel everyday. Thanks for always being there for me when I need you and for being your wonderful self(: I LOVE YOU CAMZ” - Lauren on Camila

  • AWHHHHH YAAAY I LOVE YOU UR CUTE 🐏🐟💗🎷” - Camila on Lauren

  • The word I’d use to describe Camila is hmm I’m gonna say cutesy, like also goofy. It’s like both, like the good kind of goofy not the weird kind. Like the cutesy kinda goofy” - Lauren on Camila

  • LERN JERGI. ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY. YOU ARE 18. THIS IS THE MOMENT YOUVE BEEN WAITING FOR. IF YOU STUCK YOUR TONGUE OUT IN THE AIR RIGHT NOW YOU COULD PROBABLY TASTE THE SWEET AND PUNGENT FREEDOM OF DRAGONFLY TATTOOS, NOSE PIERCINGS, AND VOTING RIGHTS. we’ve been through thick and thin in our friendship, and through those thick and thins I’ve gotten blessed enough to experience you as a person. ive gotten to experience your bomb music taste which I am SO HAPPY YOU INTRODUCED ME TO because we have the best time at concerts bonding over bands and there are so many more to come PRAISE JESUS. i can come to you about anything and expect the pure, honest, rare truth and I’ll always be there tell you it’ll be okay when you cry on my shoulder when you feel lonely or hurt. I’ve gotten to see firsthand your incredible sense of justice, when you see that something unfair or wrong has happened, you’ll raise your voice and fight for that person with a bravery that I, and many other people (although they might not admit it) wish they had. i love how passionately you fight for what you think is right and everyone should remind you today and everyday that it’s a strength and not a weakness. i can’t tell you what a comfort it is to know someone like you will stick up for me and have my back, i hope you know i will too. i love you always” - Camila on Lauren

  • Super cute candids taken by a random stranger always make good birthday post pics. HAPPY 18TH BIRTHDAY CAMILA CABELLO. YOU’RE LEGAL NOW YAYYY!!!!!! You are such a beautiful person inside and out and I’m so thankful that I get to call you my friend. Thanks for all the laughs, for being my shoulder to cry on whenever I’ve needed a friend, for giving amazing sound advice (even though you’re just now considered an adult by the government you’ve been there mentally for a while which I greatly appreciate) I wish you many more years of amazingness and I hope you had the best day with your family. You deserve all the love and happiness the world has to offer and I wish it all upon you for many many years to come. I LOVE YOU CAMZZZZ❤️❤️❤️” - Lauren on Camila

  • HAPPY 19TH LAUREN!! i remember the day you auditioned for X factor seeing a beautiful green eyed girl belt out an Alicia keys song so perfectly i feared for my life. i remember telling my mom "that girl can sing!! and she’s gorgeous too!!” and then you walked out and i told you i loved your shirt remember? HAHAHA. it’s funny how before we even knew how important we were going to be to each other, something in us knew and something in us will always know. i love how fiercely you defend your opinion, i love your strength, your bold independence, and your desire to live life fully. i love that we crack up at each other’s jokes even when nobody else gets them- and i love those moments where we get caught up in talking about a band or a book and we get lost in the conversation like two normal girls in high school that aren’t about to go do something ridiculous like go to an awards show. i will always be there for you when you need someone to vent to, when you want to talk about the overwhelming underwhelmingness of boys that break our hearts or the overwhelming overwhelmingness of when a kiss leaves your head reeling, when i back you up and you need someone to stick up for you, or when you just need someone to understand- we’ve done that for each other in the last 3 years and we will do that for each other forevermore. i love you so much !!!! happy 19th lern jergi!!!!! camila“ - Camila on Lauren

mmm whenever black women talk about issues surrounding appropriation and blackface, NOBODY  cares. not even black men.

its like this. black women cant get away with wearing braids, dreads, and anything about our culture without being called ghetto, ratchet or a mess but white and non black POC can get away with the same shit and be called fashion forward, and get hella compliments. 

people will come at black women for wearing colorful hair but a white girl does it and she’s cool. black girls get expelled for wearing braids but non black girls are allowed to.

WAKE ME UP MV: my explanation

Ok, so WAKE ME UP MV is seriously a BIG THING. It’s full of meanings and symbolism and I’ll try to give my explanation of every character and scene. 

1. The first girl:

Ok, so here we have this girl, who looks at herself in the mirror with a sad and dissatisfied expression. She obviously repels herself, she thinks she’s not enough, not beautiful enough for the society we live in. I think this has a feminist meaning. Girls always feel pressured to be perfect, beautiful and feminine, nobody cares about what they think, they just have to be pretty. So this one character, to me, represent sexism in our society. 

2. The “bird” guy:

Ok so this one is very complex. So we see him talking on the phone. He’s obviously anxious and unhappy. We have the first hint: he has anxiety. But I think there’s more. I think he also feels pressured to be someone he’s not. I feel like he’s hiding something to the people he knows, and the first thing I thought about was his sexuality. 

We see him acting like a bird. So, he wants to be FREE. To be his true self, to love who he wants, etc. Not just that, with his freedom he wants to “kill” (figuratively, obviously) the people that (maybe) bullied him or are stopping him from being himself. 

So, I think this guy symbolizes homophobia in our society. 

3. The bathroom guy:

This one is pretty obvious to someone that has studied pschology. So this guy has schizophrenia, or a similiar psychosis. He probably hears voices (allucinations) and has suicide tendencies. The meaning here is: society stigmatizes and mocks mentally ill people. So this guy represents ableism in our society. 

4. The drugged girl:

Drug abuse, depression and isolation. She feels like she can’t live without medicines. Like the third guy, she represents mental illness and the marginalization of mentally ill people. 

5. The girl with food:


So, these are Yongguk’s rap lines present in this scene: “Viva la Revolution. Be alert, this delusion has swallowed you In the grey city. Polluted air and cold temperature. Infect rotten brains and spines. Realize the tainted truth It’s a shell within a fractured subject. FREE, LOVE, REAL, ILL.”

This girl here is eating worms, a metaphor for society’s lies. We’re fed up with bullshit, this society only gives us lies, they make us eat shit in the form of good food. They try to sedate us with consumerism, making us unable to see all the racist, sexist, corrupted soup of lies. Once you understand this, once you know the truth, life becomes much more difficult. So difficult that you just can’t eat up their bullshit anymore: you want to fight them all.

6. The revolution guy:

This part was so beautiful. So this guy is protesting peacefully. The sign says “emotion revolution”. He’s telling other people to stand up, to change the world, and to do it with kindness and empathy. He wants people to understand society issues, different and marginalized people struggles. But his voice can’t be heard. He has no impact on people cause people don’t want to change, they don’t want to see the truth. 

His protest can’t be heard when it’s peaceful. So the only way to have an impact on people is with violence. This part means: marginalized people always tried to make society understand their issues, but peaceful protests were never enough. 

7. The TV:

TV is the symbol of information. Artists can have a great impact on people, and they can use this “power” to give people information about our corrupted word, our racist, sexist, ableist society. This is what B.A.P are doing. They want us to know, to understand that an “emotion revolution” is important. I think here B.A.P are also telling other artists to do the same, because with music you can really change the world and make it better. 

8. The light:

Artists and aware people are the light in our path of darkness. In this blind world that can’t see reality, if we unite our voices we can make others realize the truth. B.A.P are aware, and they want others to follow their light.

9. The revolution:

Well obviously this ending scene represent the revolution finally being a real thing. People are free to express themselves. The dancing represent freedom. This is the ideal society, the one where people are free to be themselves.

Final thoughts:

WAKE ME UP is not only a meaningful song, but also a meaningful video. I see comunism, socialism, anarchy, but also empathy, kindness, awareness. B.A.P are brave and amazing, and I really hope that someday their worth will be recognized worldwide. 

PS: sorry for the writing, I’m italian so….yeah. Sorry ;-;

None of your business part 2

Part 1

A/N: Hi there! Here is part two to the story! I hope you guys enjoy readings and please leave some comments behind! I really do appreciate feedbacks for my work, no matter if they are positive or negative! Sorry for any gramar mistakes and typos! By the way if you have any ideas about how the story can/ might continue make sure to send me those! xoxo (Picture not mine!)

What had she done? What had she done? She couldn’t get this question out of her head. She stood in front of the mirror which was hanging on the wall right across from the bed. (Y/N) hardly could contain her sobs; the tears wouldn’t stop streaming down her cheeks. Her gaze fell on the dark spots on her neck, her collarbones and breasts. He had marked her. He had left traces of biting, licking and sucking behind. Her fingertips caressed over the love bites Harry created on her skin. The more she looked at them, the more disgusted she felt.

She didn’t want them. She didn’t want them on her body. She didn’t want anything that belonged to him. Harshly, she tried to wipe them off in wonder they would disappear by magic. But to her dismay, they were still there, on her skin, mocking on her.

(Y/N) turned around to the bed where he still was laying and sleeping peacefully. She wanted nothing more than to kill him. She knew it wasn’t his entire fault. She was aware of that. She knew that alcohol took the entire control of her body, causing her to do things that she didn’t want to do. She regretted her choice off drinking too much. Never, never would she lay a single finger on alcohol anymore if it meant that she would do stupid things.

She went closer to the bed, careful, not to wake Harry up, bent down to the ground and collected her clothes. Her legs felt sore and an uncomfortable feeling spread between her legs. She could barely walk and she wondered how hard he must have pounded into her. She shook her head, not wanting to care. The only thing she longed for was to forget the night. Forget the night where she had connected her body with someone she didn’t like.

She slipped into her dress, right after putting on her laced underwear, zipping it up. She took one last look into the mirror. Honestly, she looked terrible. Her makeup was smeared all over her face, she had dark spots under her eyes and her hair was a horrible mess. She needed to go. She needed to get out of that room that prevented her from breathing. Her lungs felt like being tied up and she had her difficulties to inhale air.

She stumbled to the door and opened it. Her heart felt heavy in her chest as she took one last glance at Harry, who managed to make her life a living hell.  “I hope, I will never see you again…” She breathed, stepping out of the room and closing the door behind her.

(Y/N) didn’t know how her shaky legs were able to carry her home. Once she opened the front door of her house, silently, so she wouldn’t wake up her parents who were sleeping in their warm and comfy bed. She also wanted to prevent stress because she should have been at home hours ago.

She slowly trudged up the stairs to her room. Stripping off her clothes, she stepped into the shower. Never in her entire life had she felt so dirty. Warm water greeted her naked body, covering every part with nice feeling liquid. She closed her eyes, trying to relax but excerpts of the night with Harry flashed in front of her eyes.

“Harry…” She heard herself moaning his name over and over again.

“Stop!” (Y/N) whimpered, cupping her ears to stop hearing those sounds. She didn’t want to hear it. Why was her mind playing games with her? Horrible games? The voices seemed to sound louder and louder. “Stop! Please stop!” She cried, slipping down the wet and cold marble wall.


Harry woke up an half an hour later. His vision was blurry as he opened his green eyes and he rubbed over them. His head was spinning around and he felt slightly dizzy. The actions from a few hours ago were still fresh on his mind, causing a smile on his lips. He couldn’t clearly believe that he had slept with (Y/N). However when he turned his head to the spot where she was supposed to lie, he found an empty space beside him. His smile was quickly replaced by a frown. He couldn’t deny that slight disappointment was rushing through his body. He didn’t know why he felt that way and what he had expected from the intense sex with (Y/N).

In contrast to her, Harry remembered every single detail from their intercourse. How soft she felt under his touch, how she was moaning and withering beneath him, begging him to go harder and faster. The taste of her still remained on his tongue. He ran his fingers over his slight, pouty lips. She had kissed him there, wild, hungry and passionate. Harry was confused. Why did she leave?

Stupid question!  He thought. What did he even expect from all of this? That she would fall for him? Harry may need one night to develop some attraction toward her but she would never return those feelings. She was (Y/N). The girl who hated him, the girl who despised him, the girl he slept with, his supposed to be enemy.

He stood up, slight wobbly on his feet, collected his belongings and wore them on. On the way out, he passed the mirror (Y/N) stood in front of before, observing himself. Also he spotted dark circles on his neck and jaw line, marks (Y/N) had left on his skin. He gently traced his fingers over them, again a smile decorated his lips. He knew he wouldn’t be able to get more and this fact frustrated him. But he took what he could get from her, knowing by heart that an event like this would not happen again. This night was something he would always remember. A night he would always keep in his heart.


(Y/N) sat on her bed, covered in her blanket while she was cuddling her pillow, pressing it firmly against her body like her whole life was dependent on it. She had not spoken for once, since her friends arrived, not one word escaped her lips. Her eyes were swollen and dull from the many tears she had shared. She had no strength left in her body. The reminder of last night ate her out.

Her friends surrounded her huge bed, cluelessly sitting there and not knowing how to soothe their poor friend. (Y/N) didn’t know why she took this incident by heart, it was just sex, it could have happened with everyone, but yet she was acting like she experienced the biggest breakup of her life. Was she overreacting?

“I really want to punch him into his arrogant face.” One of her best friends, Kira, said. Of course, (Y/N) had told them everything about last night. Crying into her cell phone, she told every member of her group what happened. She was so desperate and helpless, she needed someone to talk to. She needed her friends.

“I think we all want to hit him.” Chloe, another friend said.

They were pretty bewildered as Harry dragged (Y/N) away from the group. Not expecting it at all.

Her best friend, she knew since she was a little six year old child, called Amy cleared her throat and gained everyone’s attention. Locking her eyes with (Y/N), she said “I know you will hate me for this and just to make sure, I’m not justifying nor supporting his actions, but honestly I’m glad that Harry was the one you slept with.”

As Amy was expecting it, her words caused shocked reactions. Wide opened eyes starred at her.

“How dare you to say that?” Kira asked, anger was visible in her voice.

“Just think about it!” Amy responded. “It could have ended worse. (Y/N) could have been raped by  whomever! I’m not saying this to annoy you guys, (Y/N) you know I love you like a sister and I deeply care for you, but I’m glad it was someone we know in the first place. Of course, I’m going to have a little nice chat with our Mr. Styles and-“

Her words were interrupted by (Y/N). “No!” She said. “Nobody will talk to about this. Girls, you have to give me your word that no one of you will bring up one sentence about this fucking night, neither talking to Harry about it. I don’t want it! Promise me! And I swear if someone of you breaks their word, you won’t see my face ever again.” She spoke with a determined demeanor.

Her friends were bluffed for a moment but then agreed. If it helped her to forget somehow, they were willing to give their promises.

“Let’s talk about other stuff, please.” (Y/N) suggested, the devastated and helpless girl was replaced by her old self again. “I don’t want to be involved with him anymore nor do I want to see his face ever again.”

If she had known that her path will cross with Harry’s soon and what kind of surprise she would experience in the future.

I don’t like him, May! (Peter Parker x Reader)

Request: Can you do one where the reader has a bit of a girly chat (like counseling) with Aunt May and with Auny May’s prompting discovers that she has a crush on her best friend Peter, even though she tries to deny it? And with Tom Holland’s Peter Parker please :) by @agentcarter24601

Your mom had always been May Parker’s friend, so you had known Peter since you two were little. You spent a lot of time together when your mother and his aunt had coffee together, and you had grown up together. That had made you pretty close as friends, and you loved spending time together.
This time, you were waiting for him on his couch. He was out doing Spiderman stuff, and May had let you in so you wouldn’t have to wait for him outside.
‘’So, [Y/N], how has school been going?’’ May asked you, sitting next to you on the couch.
‘’Great, actually. I’m getting better grades than expected’’ you answered, smiling at her.
‘’And there are any boys that have caught your attention?’’ she asked, attempting to wink at you. You blushed and shook your head furiously.
‘’No’’ you said, trying to hide your blush with your hair. It was hard enough having a crush on Peter and having to hide it, but having his aunt knowing it would be horrible.
‘’Really? You are telling me a pretty girl like you has no boy liking her? And that you like nobody?’’ she asked, laughing a little. You shook your head again, still looking down. ‘’What about that guy from your class, the one you went on a date with last month? Mark, I think. Peter told me about it’’ she said.
‘’He did?’’ you asked, sounding more hopeful than you should have. If he talked about it to May, there must have been a reason, right? ‘’No, I do not like him. He was pretty… stupid, I guess. Only talked about cars and girl in our grade and thought he was a charmer’’ you said.
‘’And the boy that asked you out last week? Peter told me as well’’ May said, smiling at you.
‘’I don’t really know him that well, so I turned him down… Why did Peter tell you?’’ you asked, trying not to sound too interested.
‘’Well, that boy tells me everything that happens with you -almost as if he was in love with you’’ she said, making you blush. She realized and opened her eyes, a smile making its way onto her lips. ‘’You like him, don’t you?’’
‘’Me? Who?’’ you said, trying to sound oblivious, but obviously not doing it right.
‘’Oh my God, you like Peter! I remember telling your mother how you two would end up together when you were kids! I can see the future!’’
‘’I don’t like him, May! We are just friends!’’ you shouted, trying not to raise your voice but failing. You could feel your cheeks getting redder, and you just wanted to hide under your bed.
‘’Oh my God, sweetheart, I’m sure Peter likes you too. He talks about you nonstop -it’s insane. You should tell him’’ May told you, holding your hands.
‘’There’s no way I’m telling him. I don’t want to ruin our friendship’’ you whispered, looking down. You had had a crush on him for more than a year, but you had never built up the courage to tell him -he was your best friend, and you didn’t want that ruined. ‘’I’m-I’m gonna wait for him in his room’’ you said before leaving the living room, not giving May a chance to answer.
Just as you walked into his room and closed the door, you heard a sound coming from the ceiling. Looking up, you saw Peter stuck to the ceiling, caught in the middle of escaping.
‘’Peter!’’ you shouted, scared. You hadn’t expected to see him there, and he had startled you. ‘’Did you-did you hear the conversation?’’ you asked, knowing he had better senses than normal people. You could feel your hands getting sweaty -you were nervous, scared that he could have heard you admitting your feelings towards him. 
‘’I, eh, no? Maybe, I guess?’’ Peter said, trying not to look at you.
‘’Can you please get off of the ceiling? My neck hurts from looking up’’ you said, trying not to sound nervous.
‘’Oh, yes, sorry’’ he softly said before throwing himself directly onto his bed. He got up, looking at you. ‘’I-I mean… Maybe I did hear it? Would you be too mad if I had?’’
‘’Peter Parker, I’m so gonna kill you’’ you said, and as you were approaching him to give him a smack, he put his lips onto yours, holding your face in his hands. It was a small kiss, but it gave you feelings you didn’t know existed.
‘’I like you too, you know’’ he said just as you pulled apart, smiling a little.
You smiled back at him, and just as you were about to answer, the door opened, showing May.
‘’[Y/N], have you talked to Pe -oh, Peter, you are here! I didn’t see you come in! Wait, are you… Have you two… Oh my God, you kissed! I knew it!’’ May said before closing the door.
Turning to look back at Peter, you saw him flustered, ashamed that his aunt had interrupted your moment.
‘’Do you want to go to the movies?’’ he asked, his voice unsure, a little smile on his lips.
You laughed and nodded, hugging him. You left his house together, hand in hand, May carefully looking at you two from behind the kitchen counter and taking a cheeky picture of you both, sending it to your mother with a quick ‘I told you so’.

"Heathers: The Musical" - A Summary
  • Beautiful: “i hate this place and i hate all of you..... just kidding i’m fucking beautiful suck it”
  • Candy Store: “don't be such a pussy lets go fuck shit up”
  • Fight For Me: “wow you beat up the assholes i lov u mister no-name-kid”
  • Freeze Your Brain: "wow this is going so good i think she likes me... now mention ur dead mom"
  • Big Fun: "lets go fuck shit up (part 2)"
  • Dead Girl Walking: "even tho in the last song i didnt even know what third base was .. im gonna go to this dudes house and literally demand he have sex with me woooooo adrenaline"
  • The Me Inside Of Me: "wow maybe the queen bitch wasnt actually a bitch huzzah"
  • Blue: "date rape is kool now vrrrrrronicaaah"
  • Our Love Is God: "aww this is really cute .. wait.. omg u killed them jd stop"
  • Prom Or Hell?: "my boyfriend killed three people for me but i lov him so its ok"
  • My Dead Gay Son: "its not weird at all that we're making out at our sons' double funeral"
  • Seventeen: "c'mon dude lets be a normal couple i dont wanan kill people anymore its kinda stressful :////"
  • Shine A Light: "hippie mom™ talks about stuff"
  • Lifeboat: "mac n cheese is actually a cinnamon roll and nobody knew"
  • Shine A Light: (reprise) "nobody likes mac n cheese for some reason except vrrrrrronicaaah"
  • Kindergarten Boyfriend: "she kept a scab in a locket oH MY GOD"
  • Yo Girl: "gangsta™"
  • Meant To Be Yours: "my girlfriend is sad so im gonna blow up everyone and everything shes ever known cus that will totally help her
  • Dead Girl Walking: (reprise) "my boyfriend is crazy and im somehow just now figuring it out so im gonna go on a suicide mission weeeeeeeee"
  • I Am Damaged: "psycho trenchcoat kid realizes he fucked up and goes boom"
  • Seventeen: (reprise) "i know i was a bitch but ily please be my friend thank u"
The signs as the 1975 songs

Aries: Robbers
“Now if you never shoot, you’ll never know
And if you never eat, you’ll never grow
You’ve got a pretty kind of dirty face”

Taurus: Settle Down
“For crying out loud, settle down!
You know I can’t be found with you
We get back to my house
Your hands, my mouth
Now I just stop myself around you.”

Gemini: Pressure
“There’s a change in pressure
We’re never gonna lie to you
My broken veins say that if my heart stops beating
We’ll bleed the same way”

Cancer: Fallingforyou
“You’re all I need
According to your heart,
My place is not deliberate,
Feeling of your arms
I don’t wanna be your friend,
I wanna kiss your neck”

Leo: Chocolate
“And you said, "We go where nobody knows, we got guns hidden under our petticoats.
No, we’re never gonna quit it, no”

Virgo: So Far (It’s Alright)
“Don’t you wanna take me up in the clouds,
Pretend that I’m the one and you can show me about?”

Libra: Undo
“I didn’t even see you when I liked you
Now I ain’t got no time
Girl I wanna see you undo it
I wanna see you but you’re not mine”

Scorpio: Head.Cars.Bending
“Lock me in, knock me out, talking like you do
And if you think you’re helping me
Don’t think I’m helping you”

Sagittarius: Somebody Else
“I don’t want your body but I hate to see you with somebody else
Our love has gone cold, you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else”

Capricorn: Antichrist
“She said ‘How can I relate to somebody who doesnt speak?’
I feel like I’m just treading water
Is it the same for you?”

Aquarius: Haunt // Bed
“I can’t exist within my own head
So I insist on haunting your bed
If you could only hear what I said
You’d see, I’m not scared”

Pisces: Heart Out
“You got something to say?
Why don’t you speak it out loud, instead of living in your head?”

natasha, pierre, & the great comet of 1812 lyrics sentence starters.

act 1  //  act 2.

  • ❝  there’s a war going on out there somewhere.  ❞
  • ❝  ____ isn’t here.  ❞
  • ❝  this is all in your program, you are at the opera.  ❞
  • ❝  chandeliers and caviar; the war can’t touch us here.  ❞
  • ❝  it’s dawned on me suddenly and for no obvious reason that i can’t go on living as i am.  ❞
  • ❝  i used to be better.  ❞
  • ❝  i drink too much.  ❞
  • ❝  i never thought that i’d end up like this. i used to be better.  ❞
  • ❝  and the women, they all pity me, ‘cuz i’m married but not in love.  ❞
  • ❝  you empty and stupid contented fellows, satisfied with your place! i’m different from you, i’m different from you, i still want to do something!  ❞
  • ❝  or do you struggle too? i pity you, i pity me, i pity you.  ❞
  • ❝  how beautiful you looked in the snow.  ❞
  • ❝  i love you, trust no one but you.  ❞
  • ❝  he’ll be the family’s saving grace.  ❞
  • ❝  but it’s not nice to enter a family against a father’s will. one wants to do it peacefully and lovingly.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve aged, i’ve aged so very much.  ❞
  • ❝  all my friends are dead.  ❞
  • ❝  time is moving, it’s now or never! my fate is slipping past me.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve abandoned the hope of getting married.  ❞
  • ❝  it’s my money and i’ll throw it where i want.  ❞
  • ❝  i disgust myself.  ❞
  • ❝  i know they’ll like me — they can’t help but like me — everyone has always liked me! there is no reason for them not to like me.  ❞
  • ❝  from the first glance i do not like ____.  ❞
  • ❝  i am not afraid of anyone!  ❞
  • ❝  is that the truth? i think it is not convenient to speak of that now.  ❞
  • ❝  what have i said, what have i done?  ❞
  • ❝  first time i heard your voice, moonlight burst into the room — and i saw your eyes, and i saw your smile, and the world opened wide.  ❞
  • ❝  you are so good for me.  ❞
  • ❝  i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you!  ❞
  • ❝  i’ll never be this happy again.  ❞
  • ❝  we’ve done this all before — we were angels once, don’t you remember? joy and life inside our souls, and nobody knows, just you and me. it’s our secret.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve never felt like this before.  ❞
  • ❝  they’re looking at me, they’re talking about me — they all like me so much.  ❞
  • ❝  so beautiful, what a charming young girl! so enchanting.  ❞
  • ❝  there’s a woman one should stay far away from.  ❞
  • ❝  oh, i’d tickle you all if i could!  ❞
  • ❝  he moved with a swagger which would have been ridiculous had he not been so good - looking.  ❞
  • ❝  no one else is here, no one else can see us.  ❞
  • ❝  smile at me, gaze straight into my eyes.  ❞
  • ❝  everything is dark, obscure, and terrible!  ❞
  • ❝  drink with me, my love, for there’s fire in the sky, and there’s ice on the ground; either way, my soul will die.  ❞
  • ❝  keep drinking, old man. drink the whole night through.  ❞
  • ❝  all i care for is gaiety and women and there’s no dishonor in that!  ❞
  • ❝  god, to think i married a man like you.  ❞
  • ❝  here’s to the health of married women and their lovers!  ❞
  • ❝  how dare you touch her?  ❞
  • ❝  you can’t love her!  ❞
  • ❝  oh, a duel! yes, this is what i like,  ❞
  • ❝  just show me where to go and tell me when to shoot.  ❞
  • ❝  you are a fool.  ❞
  • ❝  he will never come, or something will happen to me before he does.  ❞
  • ❝  i suffer more now than before.  ❞
  • ❝  am i guilty?  ❞
  • ❝  oh, how she blushes, my pretty!  ❞
  • ❝  you are such a lovely thing, oh where have you been?  ❞
  • ❝  a woman with a dress is a frightening and powerful thing.  ❞
  • ❝  i am seized by feelings of vanity and fear, there is no barrier between us.  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t know good from bad. i’m so frightened.  ❞
  • ❝  you are enchanting.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t say such things. i am betrothed, i love another.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t speak to me of that when i tell you that i am madly, madly in love with you!  ❞
  • ❝  is it possible that i should never see you again?  ❞
  • ❝  but i love you — of that there is no doubt. how else could all this have happened? how else could we have kissed?  ❞
  • ❝  i will love you, ____. i’ll do anything for you.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ll do anything for you.  ❞
Love is hard - chapter one

Pairing: Madison Joseph x reader (friends). In later chapters Tyler Joseph x reader (friends), Jenna Joseph x reader (friends) Josh Dun x reader (friends, lovers?), other Joseph and Dun family members

Plot: You take a leap year abroad, where you meet Madison Joseph. You become best friends and move in with her family. You meet her brother Tyler and his best friend Josh, who you have a crush on. Will Josh and you become more than friends?

This chapter: You spent a year abroad, make a new friend and find out about her family.

Warnings: none

Word count: about 2300

A/N: First chapter! I am so excited to put this out here. Please let me know what you think. My first language is not English, so please excuse any mistakes. Have fun reading, and I’ll try to post chapter 2 soon, this week.

When you first met her, you had no idea who she was. Or who her brother was. Let alone her brother’s best friend.

When you were about to make a choice what to do with your life, you choose to take a leap year first. A great way to learn a new language, see something of the world and possibly make new friends. You applied to an organization who arranged for you to stay with a host family for a year, while you would attend the local high school, mostly to learn the language and meet people. You always had a thing for Portugal, though you couldn’t say exactly why you did. So with all papers arranged and your bags packed, you tearfully said goodbye to your family and friends and went on your way.

You quickly found out that this year abroad thing wasn’t as easy as you thought. You were placed in a small town about an hours drive from Lisbon and most people there didn’t even speak English. Your host family were very nice and sweet, but you couldn’t help feel out of place. Nobody seemed to like the same music as you did, or the same movies, clothes, hobbies, jokes… hell, they didn’t even speak the same language! You spent most of your time at your host family’s (and now also your) home. You were sitting at the kitchen table, trying to learn some Portuguese words when your host mother walked in. “I need to talk to you about something. I know it’s hard for you being here sometimes. And I know you deserve our undivided attention, but something’s come up. A girl your age from the USA has applied for a host family, but they can’t find any. She’ll arrive in a week and they desperately need someone to home her. I don’t know how you feel about it, but maybe we can give her a chance. What do you think?” Honestly, your mind flooded with possible scenarios that would ruin your leap year. What if we don’t get along? What if we do get along and I introduce her to the few people I know and they all like her more? What if my host family like her more and they decide to kick me out? What if…. But in order to keep peace, and since you didn’t know your host mother long enough to feel completely comfortable with her, you said she could of course stay in your house. Your host mother noticed your hesitation and said: “Let’s make a deal. She’ll be invited to come stay with us. But I’ll tell the organization to keep on looking for another family. If any of us thinks it isn’t working out, we’ll be able to make other arrangements for her that way. Cool?” Cool.

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honestly rukia was probably the most formative asian heroine of my childhood. nobody else could burn with kindness as fiercely as she could. who could snarl with such disdain, who could hunger so much to be a warrior, stalking across the battlefield with a sword glistening in her fist like a raw diamond.

i mean. here you have a dead girl, talking about justice. demanding for all spirits to be protected, demonstrating to our Male Shounen Protagonist what it means to be selfless, and a hero. she was thoughtful, earnest, and spoke her mind, and she never apologized for it.

Sleepless Nights

For Carry On Countdown -Fifth Year

Written from Baz’s pov, basically just pining oops

This is getting ridiculous. It’s 3am. In the past four nights I’ve had less than twenty hours sleep combined. I close my eyes for the millionth time, knowing full well that they’ll have opened again within the the next minute.

It’s not like I’m trying not to sleep -quite the opposite. I just can’t stop thinking. My brain won’t shut up. I’ve been having trouble sleeping for the past few months, but it’s never got this bad before. I’ve tried everything. I’ve tried going for walks once Simon’s fallen asleep, but that only makes me think more and I end up wandering across the whole site, aimlessly, for hours on end and come back no less weary but a hell of a lot colder. I’ve tried listening to classical music through earbuds. I’ve even managed to blag some chamomile tea from the kitchen, but it didn’t help. It just tastes faintly like piss.

Simon rolls over in his sleep and I let out a sigh. How can he sleep so easily? How can he do everything so easily? His whole life is just one big long walk in the park. He doesn’t agonise over homework, he’s in a happy relationship, he hardly even does a thing between getting out of bed and going down to breakfast -just brushes a hand through his hair and he’s good to go.

I’d brush my hand through his hair.

Wait. What. No. It’s 3am. I’m knackered. I don’t know where that came from. I roll over, blushing despite the fact that no one could know I’d thought that. I’m now facing the window. It’s open, of course, and I realise suddenly that I’m absolutely freezing. Bloody Snow and his stupid.. stupid… argh. I don’t even know what I’m trying to think. I get up to close it, a little too quickly, and stumble slightly on my way across. It takes two attempts for it to actually shut, the rotten wood swollen bigger than its frame. I am forceful the second time round, and it slams loudly, the metal catch rattling against the glass. Snow stirs and I worry that I have woken him, before I realise that I don’t actually care. Why shouldn’t he wake up? He left it open to begin with. Stupid. And that stupid hair.

I lay on my back for a while and think about nothing. Well, I probably was thinking about something, but it wasn’t significant. I trace patterns on the sheet instead, my finger joining up creases like those dot-to-dot things I remember doing as a child. Like little constellations, I think. Like Simon’s freckles. The ones on his back are spread out enough to do an actual dot-to-dot. Spread out enough to be actual constellations.

What the fuck? I’m thinking about Simon’s moles. That’s like, the third time I’ve thought about him tonight. Then I try and remember, and I decide it’s probably actually more than three times… Does this count? Does thinking about thinking about Simon count as thinking about Simon? I laugh suddenly and unexpectedly, a sort of choke, and bury my face in my duvet so as not to wake Simon. There we go again, I think. Of course Snow doesn’t wake. He never does. Never has. All these five years of me banging around doing whatever I’ve been doing and he just snuffles through it, only turning occasionally, or flickering his eyelids.

I almost wish he would wake up. Dev tells me about how when he stays with his cousins they don’t really talk much, but they all share a room at night. He says once it passes about 2am, different rules apply. They talk about everything, he says, stuff you would never dream of telling anyone when you’re fully awake. I’ve never had a sleepover that wasn’t with him or Niall, and we did have deep conversations but I don’t think that really counts because we’re already close. I don’t need to be half asleep to talk to him. But then I start thinking. Do I? Do I tell him stuff? Real stuff? I complain about how fucked up my family is and what Snow’s up to, and, sure, when we have sleepovers we talk about stuff. Girls. We’ve talked about girls. Is that what he means? Girls? Because that’s where my problem lies. I’ve spoken to Dev about girls. Girls. Not about boys.

Would I talk to Simon about boys? If we were both tired and we reached the magical 2am and forgot our feuds, would I talk to him? It’s hard to imagine. The forgetting feuds part. I look at him. His head is laying in a pool of moonlight on his pillow and he looks like a hand tailored mannequin. Nobody is this flawless naturally: his skin looks like pearl, his hair like silk, and his features ethereal. ‘Snow.’ It’s suits him, as a name. Fun and childish and exciting, but also.. stunningly beautiful.

What the fuck, Baz. Shut up. Simon Snow isn’t fucking beautiful.

But he is. You can say that. It’s fine to be able to appreciate beauty. Dev is quite good looking.

Now you’re being stupid. Dev is not good looking.

No, Dev is good looking. He’s just not Simon Snow.

My knuckles whiten as my grip on the duvet tightens. I loosen them. It’s just Snow. He’s still sleeping. Fucker.

There is silence again. I imagine shaking him awake. How is it fair that he is so asleep and I am so not? I need it more than him; he doesn’t have to worry about how well he does in lessons because he’s not battling for top against that stupid Bunce friend of his. I imagine shaking him awake and pinning him against the wall. I’m shouting at him, I don’t know what but I’m shouting something. I’m angry and I’m I’m holding Simon Snow against a wall and shouting at him and my spit is flying into his face. I’m furious and he’s not doing anything to stop me. He’s just hanging there limply and letting me do what I’m doing. He’s in my hands. I have control.

And then I stop. I look at his face, scrunched up, little flecks my my saliva mingled with freckles.

I brush them from his cheek with my thumb.

He’s staring at me. His eyes are the most penetrative ice blue I’ve ever seen. I’m staring into his eyes and I’m shivering and my thumb is still on his cheek. And suddenly his eyes are closing. His eyes are closing and his head is tilting and it’s moving towards me. Simon Snow is… going to kiss me?

“M-Bazz..” I jolt my eyes open. Simon fucking Snow is laying in his bed, as asleep as he’s ever been. I glower at him. He murmurs my name again and I nearly throw the lamp at his head.

All. I. Want. Is. To. Go. To. Sleep. You. Stupid. Fucking. Dick.

I roll over determinedly. When I close my eyes again Simon Snow does not have time to kiss me because I am banging his head against the wall. Those stupid fucking eyes flash at me. They look hurt.

Good, I think. And I throw the lamp.

KBTBB Childhood Friend AU

a/n: Wow, this certainly took me a while. I had hoped this would be a bit shorter, but I guess not. This here is my first attempt at drabbles/headcanons. Hope you guys enjoy it :)

Some of these drabbles are inspired by tamakirishima awesome KBTBB in elementary school headcanon. (She’s a talented writer by the way, go read her headcanons if you can ;))


You were always slightly jealous of Eisuke’s skills on the monkey bars, not to mention the fact that he’d sit atop the bars, acting as if he owned the entire playground. Nevertheless, it was still pretty fun to play with him, despite him always choosing and winning any game you’d both play. Today, you hoped for something different.

“Aw, but we always play Simon Says, and you’re always Simon. Let’s play something else!” you puffed out your cheeks slightly, hoping he’d get the point.

“Yeah, but no matter what game we play, I’m still gonna win. You might as well play what I wanna play,” he smugly remarked.

His haughty quip struck a nerve, and you decided you’d have none of that. This was the final straw.

               “Fine, if you wanna keep being unfair, then I won’t play with you anymore,” you said with all the finality a child could muster.

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What if the reason nobody has talked about Junior all this time is because every time they bring it up Tucker pulls out like 14 pictures like “This is him at his first trip to the dentist. He almost bit the guys arm off but had no cavities, fucking savage, right?” “Here’s his first dance. He got asked by like, 40 girls, because my son’s a fucking player” “ Here’s our first Christmas. I didn’t know what to get him so I just got him a puppy. He killed it, but was pretty happy, so it’s whatever.”

Triumphs as a Storyteller

I wanna talk about exalted a bit here, just because I had a surge of pride in our campaign:

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ML fandom & Thomas Astruc: “Nobody likes Felix! He was a bad idea and rude! Everyone prefers the current characters!”

Me: *slowly raises hand* “Well, actually I like-”

ML fandom & Thomas Astruc: “We are so glad you think the same way like we do! Join us to our Felix hate group and let us talk about how much we despise this anime cliche character because he is a total jerk for rejecting an innocent lovely girl who doesn’t respect his private space and doesn’t understand that ‘no’ means ‘no’!”

anonymous asked:

Can we talk about Even's neck for a moment? Like, I was SO disappointed that his neck was so long. Major plot twist of the night. For real, nobody should be allowed to take part at an Eid celebration with a neck like that. I was 100% expecting Mutasim or Adam to be like "bro, we made up, but like, go get another neck, this one is way too long". The guy was ~really~ eating meat balls and potatoes while his head was attached to THAT neck. Wtf, someone gotta talk to our andem girl about necks

fr anon. julie can give us alien rep but no wlw rep??? smh

We just had a minute’s silence at work for the Grenfell Tower victims.

The ENTIRE building went silent and two girls still thought it was ok to walk past our whole department gabbering away about their weekend. People like that stress me the fuck out, like show some god damn respect. NOBODY WAS TALKING. There was even a tannoy to announce it!

I’m actually seething that some people don’t have enough decency to just shut up for 60 seconds!

*Isaac Lahey* Caterpillar

Isaac Lahey X Girl

Plot:  Isaac get intrigued by a mute photographer. The way Bella communicated without talking was interesting, unfamiliar to him.   

Word Count: 1,713

The sky is bright blue with a few white clouds decorating. The soft breeze from the wind felt nice on my heated sun kissed skin. The dog park was bigger than I’d expect it to be, but I liked how spacious it felt.

I held my Canon PowerShot in both my hands waiting for something to catch my eye. The straps of the camera hung lightly on my neck as I looked around the park.

Across from where I stood was a stunningly beautiful dog. I recognized the breed as an Australian Shepard, the dog’s fur twirled through the wind as it ran to its owner. It sat right in from of a couple around their late 20′s.

I mentally smiled as I thought of taking a quick picture. I headed towards the couple feeling the soft grass from under my grey Timberlands crunch. They smiled at each other as they seems to be in a good conversation.

They both looked up noticing me approach them, They stopped their conversation to give me attention. I pulled out my phone and unlocking it, I clicked on notes and typed.

‘Do you mind if I take a few picture of your dog?”

I showed them the question I had, they read the screen and answer. “No, go ahead.” The lady had answered calling for her dog to come sit in from of me. I smiled towards them as if to say thanks. I returned to the dog and kneeled down, taking a closer shot.

The first shot was the left side of the dog’s face, a piercing blue eye that looked almost white stared into the lens. The one ear up as if it was commanded to be. I took a few more shots with different angles to see which one would look better in the end.

I let my camera go knowing it be hanging from the straps. I scratched behind the dog’s ear as a thanks for staying still. I stood up and smiled at the couple before walking on again. Back to square one, looking from something interesting.

A presence came beside me on the left, I didn’t think much until the presence stayed. I looked to the left to notice a tall guy walking with me, he wore a navy blue and white baseball tee. He’s looked attractive in a few ways, but why was he here beside me?

“Beautiful animals aren’t they?” He asked as his blue eyes stared forward. I looked behind me to see the dog I took pictures of sprawled out. All over the couple’s laps as they laughed together.

I nodded, when I was younger I didn’t talk for different amounts of time. It stuck after a while, my parents got use to it after a year of me not speaking.

“You don’t talk, okay. I can handle that, I think anyways?” He sounded unsure of himself, I giggled finding him cute and funny. “I made you laugh, that’s a good sign.” He said rounding in front of me, stopping me.

I gasped at the sudden action, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” He chuckled, I shook my head saying it was okay. “I’m Isaac,” He mumbled taking out his hand.

I pulled out my phone again and typed my name in, I showed Isaac and took his hand in mine. “It’s nice to meet you Bella.” He smile. I smiled back as I noticed him becoming a little awkward.

“Hey Isaac.” 

Isaac turned around as I look over his shoulder, a tall lean and muscular guy stood a few 20 feet away. He had dark brown hair almost a black, he had brown puppy dog eyes. His jaw was slightly crooked, but he made it work.

“This is a dog park, not a place to pick up girls!” He yelled to him, a few people looked our way causing a slight scene. I blushed under the glance of the strange guy.

“I wasn’t, Scott!“ Isaac yelled, "I’m sorry I have to go.” Isaac pointed behind him towards Scott. I nodded with a smile, “Again it was nice meeting you.” He smiled one last tome before leaving.

My door creaked open as I snugged more into my fluffy blanket and pillow. Feeling like I was sleeping on cloud 9, nothing in the way. Well until I remembered I had the most wonderful best friend, the sarcasm still flows.

She yanked on my blanket but I held on tight, Macy didn’t care. She yanked harder until I fell on the floor, I held in my squeal and curled into the blanket.

Macy sighed as I heard her boots click around my room. “I know you’re stubborn, but we’re going to the Café.” Macy said as I felt something heavy suddenly drop on me. “Get dressed, we need to catch the hot guys before it’s too late.”

I groaned and rolled again, of course Macy wanted to go. Macy had just been cheated a few weeks ago, and has been hooking up with different guys each week.

“Come. On. Bella.” She grunted at each pull until the blanket was removed from my body, I cuddled into the rug that I landed on. I smirked as I knew I was getting on Macy’s nerves.

She groaned frustrated-ly as she grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “ Okay now get dressed and get in the damn car.” Macy said grabbing the clothes off the floor and shoved me in the hallway bathroom.

“I’ll grab your phone.” Macy yelled through the bathroom door,

Before I knew it I was dressed and pulled in Macy’s car like I was a rag doll. I get she wanted to get there fast, but this has been happening for over a month.

Her boyfriend, Max and her have been going out for a year and a half. I’d never be able to drop something like that, but he cheated. I could tell the way her green eyes stopped sparkling she was hurting inside. I was giving her space and she never really like talking about deep feelings. With me she usually did though, she use to blow up all the time in the 10th grade.

She parked the car in front of the cafe scoping out the guys through the glass walls. There are a few groups, but nothing big. She sighed before looking at me, “Okay, game on. Shouldn’t be too hard to get a hit and run.” I giggled after she smirked.

Macy ordered for the both of us as I found a booth near the passing cars outside. I always got a hot chocolate with 2 shots of mint, extra whipped cream, strawberry on top, with no lid. I also got a soft chocolate chip cookie, of course Macy already knew that.

Macy took a seat sliding a cookie bag and my hot chocolate towards me. I began to smile brightly, “It still amazes me that this hot chocolate makes you smile. As if a guy had thrown a compliment at you.” Macy had mentioned as she took a sip of her coffee.

I rolled my eyes at her, taking my phone out of my pocket.

‘Well because guys don’t just throw a compliment at a girl who doesn’t speak.’ I texted it to her.

She glanced at her screen, “Okay, but the whole guy thing is different for you anyways.” Macy stated. I shrugged, she’s right. “That’s about to change.” A familiar deep voice spoke up, while I saw my strawberry get picked up and thrown into Isaac’s mouth.

I gasped loudly as I threw Macy a text with an angry face. “Say it to him, that was my strawberry, I was waiting for that my whole morning, Isaac. In all caps with five exclamation marks.” Macy said to him, “I’ll get you another strawberry.” Isaac said while he walked to the cashier.

“Isaac?” Macy asked with a hint in her voice. I rolled my eyes again, “He’s attractive. Though he seems like he knows you.”

‘Last week I meet him at the dog park while I was taking photos.’

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” She asked me.

I shrugged, “You didn’t think you’d see him again did you?” She asked seeing a little deeper. I shrugged and nodded again. Yeah I didn’t think I’d see him in the cafe let alone ever. “Isaac is coming, I’ll leave you two alone.” She smirked.

My eyes widened as she walked off before I could signal her back. I should have seen her trying to play cupid a few minutes ahead of time. Macy had done it a few times before, but she stopped awhile ago.

Isaac slide into the spot Macy was recently in, “So I got you 2, your face kind of killed me. you had this terrified expression on that cute face of yours.” He explained making me giggle.

“Cute face, cute laugh, what else you got?” Isaac asked with a sweet smile, I couldn’t help but smile.

‘What happened to the awkwardness?’

He glanced at the screen, I took one strawberry off the napkin Isaac came back with. “I already met you, Caterpillar.”  He can’t be serious right now, I thought about it as I chewed on the red goodness.

‘Caterpillar? That’s not even cute.’

I furrowed my eyebrows at him “What?” He chuckled with a beautiful laugh. “You’re a caterpillar now, but you’ll become a butterfly sooner or later.” He said glancing at the 2nd and only strawberry left.


“It looks so good.” Isaac moaned for it, I looked at him with sad puppy dog eyes. Did he realize it was mine? He grabbed it opening his mouth, he stopped and looked at me with fake concern. “Wait did you want it?” He asked.

Was that even a question? Of course I wanted. I nodded, “Too late now it’s mine .” He said slowly inching the strawberry closer to his lips. Nobody teases this no talking queen.

I stood up reaching over the table and yanking the strawberry out of his hand.  Throwing it into my mouth smiling a toothless grin. He looked at me surprised as I sat back down.

“Huh.” He said still shocked with his tongue wondering inside his cheek. “I’m not gonna mess with a girl and her strawberry again.” Isaac commented, He began to chuckle as I joined in.

I liked talking to Isaac, it felt good talking to someone other than Macy. We talked about anything and everything we could. The closing time was our hour glass.

Bastille defends nude video

Bastille have defended the use of nudity in their video for ‘Good Grief’.

The band - comprised of Dan Smith, Chris 'Woody’ Wood, Will Farquarson and Kyle Simmons - have been slammed for featuring naked women in their latest video but Smith insists it is “intended to be artistic”.

Dan told Digital Spy: “In the video, there’s moments of violence that nobody cares about. I think that’s more interesting. I read one comment that was like, 'Why is everyone talking about nudity when there’s a bank robbery that’s quite full on.’ That says a lot about our reactions. It’s intended to be artistic.

"Some people are bringing up the nudity and other people are immediately jumping to its defence saying it’s not sexualised and it doesn’t feel exploitative.

"The music video takes scenes and tropes and flips them on their head. One of which is a girl and I think it’s interesting to see the reaction it provokes. In some countries and some societies, female nudity isn’t remotely controversial.”

Will was equally baffled by the controversy, adding: “It wasn’t gratuitous. I think it’s well in keeping with the tone of the video.

Meanwhile, the band will release, 'Wild World’, the follow-up to 2013’s 'Bad Blood’ in September and they previously revealed that they have experimented with different styles of music this time around.

Dan said: "When we started the album it was alternative R&B, a lot more electronic, then we went down a heavier rock route as well, then we almost came full circle back around to what we did the first record, more cinematic, then we did a load of horns. So it could be a lot of different things. But we just want the songs to be good and memorable and we want the album to be fucking interesting and a good progression from the last record, something that we’re proud of.”