okay i was bored so i made a thing

soft emoji asks

💗  - if you could choose, which time period would you live in? why?

🌿  - what place do you wish you where right now? why?

💫  - what’s the feeling of one emotion that you’ve never been able to label?

🌷  - what are some physical traits you are attracted to?

💐  - what are some personality traits you are attracted to?

📺  - describe a picture you’ve had in your head and wanted to take. 

👼🏼  - what is your ideal friend like?

🌙  - are you more nostalgic or foward-looking? or are you neither?

☁️  - what colour does one of your idols remind you of?

💞  - what does love feel like to you?

🍃  - what’s one thing that you regret never saying?

🐰  - what’s one of your favourite childhood memories?

 - what normally happens in your dreams?

☕️  - who makes you feel warm and cozy?

🌟  - who’s a character that you relate a lot to? why?

anonymous asked:

it's 02:15 am I have school tomorrow but I just went through all your voltron headcanons tag and I'm kajdjsjdjskndnsnsnsnndndjsjdjdjdn thank you so much they're amazing oh my god

i’m finally what i’ve aspired to be all my life: a bad influence

  • lance: “[gasps in spanish]” keith: “did you just say ‘gasps in spanish’ out loud”
  • coran doesn’t really get why lance keeps putting expired food goo on his face but i mean whatever makes him happy i guess
    • he’s mostly just excited someone likes the goo
  • *allura voice* “wait you mean humans can actually ‘pull a muscle’?? i thought pidge just made that up as an excuse to get out of training”
  • pidge judges lance for getting tricked by pretty girls but. like. lowkey if a robot ever asked her to follow it…..
  • hunk: “okay. stay calm. stay calm” keith: “i am calm??” hunk: “i’m talking to myself”
  • hunk teaches allura those elementary school road trip songs
    • he gets to the song that never ends which. causes some confusion
    • “but how do i know when to stop singing??” “well you kinda just go until you get bored”
    • but allura’s so!!! jazzed!!!! to be doing earth things that she can go for hours without getting bored
    • the team eventually votes to ban the song from the castle
  • shiro: “lance, can i talk to you?” lance: “oooh, someone’s in trouble. and it’s me. i don’t know why i did that.”

Okay so I was looking through my phone and I found this moodboard (if you can call it that.) I made of exo as girls when I was bored and playing around with FaceApp. Chen looks like murderous doll, but the rest look pretty good, what do you thing? 😂


Clarke: I want to make sure that everyone is saved! We will all survive together! Let’s share the bunker!

Grounders: Nah. Let’s have a conclave instead and whoever wins gets the bunker for their clan.

Octavia: *wins the conclave* We are one clan! We will all share the bunker! Together!

Grounders: Okay! Let’s do it! Hey Clarke, we wanna share the bunker with you now!


If she wants a fairy, she can have a fairy...

I got bored after work so I started building characters for my family members. I made a pretty cool Half-orc Ranger for my mum and a Dragonborn Barbarian for my dad. Then I asked my older sister (26) what she wanted.

Sis: “Can I be a fairy?”

Me: “Uuh… the closest thing to that would be an elf, or maybe a gnome?”

Sis: “Okay cool a gnome will do… and I want to be bright pink and turquoise.”

Me: “Alright, gnome wizard it is. What will your name be?”

Sis: “Hmm… Sqiddley McFannagan”

Me: *stunned silence* “Could you… spell that for me?”


 It’s not just about my career and me doing a great job and playing an awesome character. This is about something bigger, and you kind of want to approach your whole life that way. I’m like, okay, is this a decision that’s good for everyone involved? The next project I do, I want to make sure that I’m telling inspiring stories. I’m really proud and honored that I’ve been part of something that has made a difference for so long. I hope it keeps going, because it really does promote positivity in the world.

Okay so we know Jake wears Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle underwear BUT WHAT ABOUT AMY?! What kind of underwear does Amy Santiago wear? I MUST KNOW THESE THINGS!

I bet Amy had plain underwear that came in different colors with no patterns (and she always made sure her underwear matches with her bra, c’mon this is Amy Santiago) then she started dating Jake and they moved in together.

Jake noticed Amy, the most interesting girl ever, has boring underwear with no character, so Jake’s all like

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So Jake knows Amy loves Harry Potter so he buys her underwear with patterns of Harry Potter’s glasses or the lightning bolt scar.

Then he get’s a mischievous grin and tells Amy “Babe…I bought you underwear…” and Amy’s all excited and smirks because she thinks he went shopping at Victora’s Secret and bought her lingerie and they’re about to smoosh booties.

Then he pulls out the Harry Potter underwear and Amy’s taken aback at first cuz she was expecting a different type of underwear, but her adorable boyfriend’s all beaming with pride, proud of his gift, and she’s so happy that he gave her such a thoughtful present!

He even scoured Amazon for hours finding Harry Potter themed bras to match the underwear because c’mon, this is Amy Santiago.

Cheap Sunglasses - Tony Stark x Reader (Challenge)

Words: 3915
Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader
Featuring: Natasha, Clint, Rhodey, Vision
Warnings: swearing
Summary: Loosely based off of Cheap Sunglasses by RAC, (Y/N) (L/N) is the owner and star reporter for a rising magazine. As well as an undercover, hidden agent of SHIELD…but only a few people know that. (Y/N) has to meet Tony Stark for the first time for multiple reasons, check on him for Fury, and get him on the cover of the magazine. It is an interesting week.
Authors Note: SO THIS IS FOR SOFIA’S @nataliarxmanxva SEASONS CHALLENGE AND I AM TERRIBLE BC THIS WAS DUE LIKE A MONTH AGO but ive been so busy omg AND ITS ALSO FOR THE 2017 SONG CHALLENGE WITH JADYN! We decided to do a Mashup theme this month, where she is mashing up two song chalenges, and I am mashing up just two challenges together. So it all works out, kinda.

Seasons ChallengeTony / Song Challenge / Full Masterlist

Ao3 / What is this challenge? / Jadyn’s Challenge

(Y/N): I guess I’ll be killing three birds at once.

Clint: Yeah? What do you mean?

(Y/N): I get to go to New York, I get to work on my next magazine and hopefully finish it, I get to do my spy job.

Clint: Don’t forget you finally get to meet Tony Stark!

(Y/N): Ew.

You rolled your eyes at the text as your driver announced that you just pulled into the Avengers facility. “Great, he said to just park out front, he would come and get my bags and I, then take me inside,” You instructed, dreading everything about to come of this next week.

The driver put the car in park and walked around to open the door for you. As you got out, you plastered a giant smile on your face and watched as Tony Stark walked out of the front door, ready to greet you. “(Y/N) (L/N)! A pleasure to meet you, and honored to have you do a story on me,” He extended his hand to shake yours. “Tony Stark.”

“I’m happy to meet you finally. And it’s not just any story, the main cover story for the next magazine!” You replied, just as enthusiastic as he was. Of course, you were faking it a little, but you could feel that he was as well.

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and if it was just how you wanted, you’d be glued to his bones

When the Moon Fell in Love With the Sun (Connor Murphy x reader)

((Based off of the P!ATD song “When the day Met the Night”. Also, I know that the sun is the more masculine symbol, but I kept it the same because of their personalities…..but like seriously listen to the song while reading it, it makes it like 10x better))

*When the moon fell in love with the sun
All was was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night*

You had just moved to the town around two weeks ago. Your family moved here when your dad had been promoted to a higher ranking position in the company. You moved into a large house in a rich person neighborhood to put it simply.

Now you were sitting in the hammock in your backyard, sipping tea and reading a book, enjoying the mid summer weather.

*When the sun found the moon
She was drinking tea in a garden
Under the green umbrella trees
In the middle of summer*

Connor had just gotten in another fight with his parents and decided to leave. He was going on his normal route: go to his backyard, go into the empty houses backyard and take that back way into the forest. There was a bigger opening in that yard, so it just made more sense.

He jumps the fence, his eyes widening as he sees a girl. She was wearing a bright yellow sundress and had a necklace with the sun on it. She looks up, her eyes widening as she sees him, dropping her mug. You almost fall out of your hammock as you get up. You smile softly, trying to ask what he was doing there.

*When the moon found the sun
He looked like he was barely hanging on
But her eyes saved his life
In the middle of summer*

You look into his eyes, noticing the mixture of emotions. Your face immediately softens as you walk towards him. You know what it felt like to be barely hanging on, and that’s how he looked. Now you just felt compelled to help the mystery boy.
“Sorry…. I didn’t know that anyone had moved in.” He mumbles.
“Oh, uh, it’s okay! I was just reading and it was kinda boring. If anything, you just made my summer better. Are you okay though?” You ask, then mentally face palm. That was such an awkward thing to say.

It took a little bit of convincing, but you got him to sit with you. You had now learned his name and that you were neighbors, but you hadn’t brought up why he jumped the fence. You cracked a few jokes ever so often, causing him to smile. “You should smile more.” You said softly, going back to reading. Then he spoke up,

*So he said, “Would it be all right
If we just sat and talked for a little while
If in exchange for your time
I give you this smile?”

You laugh, nodding your head.

*So she said, “That’s okay
As long as you can make a promise
Not to break my little heart
Or leave me all alone in the summer”*,

you joke. You sit and listen to his problems, knowing this won’t be the only time this meeting will happen.

Like you predicted, Connor came around quite frequently. You started making two mugs of tea instead of one, and always had a book for him to borrow.

You two became closer over time. From you two curling up in your hammock, to there being multiple meetings per day.

*Well he was just hanging around
Then he fell in love
And he didn’t know how
But he couldn’t get out
Just hanging around
Then he fell in love*

He was lying awake in bed, unable to get you out of his head. From your (very different and bubbly) personality, your bright eyes, how you’d listen to him and cheer him up. He felt his heart flutter as he thought about you, knowing that it wasn’t a stupid crush anymore. You genuinely cared about him….and he cared about you.You were the reason he was still alive honestly. Clutching on to the moon necklace that you had given him (matching your sun necklace), he grabs his guitar, brushing up on the cords to “When the Day Met the Night”.

He decided to sneak out , jumping the fence and used the ladder from the shed to climb up to your window. He opens the window, setting his guitar inside first. He climbs in, shutting your window. You sit up, jumping as you see his figure.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Con….you scared me.” You mumble, letting out a soft laugh. “What are you doing here anyways?” You say as you put your hair up, fiddling with you sun necklace as he sits on the edge of your bed.
“I came here to tell you that……just listen.” He says shakily, beginning to play his guitar. You smile as you recognize a song that he had sang under his breath the other day. He smiles as the fairy lights above your bed illuminate your face. He begins to sing, the heat rising to your cheeks as you listen to the lyrics, thanking every deity out there that your parents still weren’t back from thir date night out.

*In the middle of summer
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night
Summer, summer, summer, summer
When the moon fell in love with the sun
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night
Summer, summer, summer, summer
In the middle of summer, summer, summer, summer
The middle of summer, summer, summer, summer
The middle of summer, summer, summer, summer
In the middle of….*

He fades out, looking at you with a nervous smile. You smile widely, scooting closer to him. You set his guitar to the side, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “Can….can I kiss you Connor?”

He nods his head, leaning in. Your lips meet, feeling fireworks as you touch. His arms snake around your waist as you pull away slowly. “I think I love you.” You both say at the same time. You giggle as he presses his forehead against yours. You take this opportunity to grab his necklace “I never told you this, but” you grab your necklace, fitting the sun and moon charms together, “our necklaces do this.” You blush. He smiles, laying down with you. “Well, our lips do this.” He hums then kisses you again. You laugh as you break the kiss. You curl up with him, the both of you falling asleep, the moon and sun necklace charms still connected. “I love you (Y/N)”
“I love you too, Connor.”

*When the moon fell in love with the sun
All was golden in the sky
All was golden when the day met the night*

Archie x Reader: "Nice to meet you."

Warnings: none
Requested: yes

*your POV*

It was a rainy Saturday night in Riverdale, and as most people’s plans were ruined by the rain, mine were not. Tonight was my date with Archie Andrews, my new boyfriend. We had been dating about a month and a half and every Saturday night he would take me to Pop’s and we’d talk about the week. It was our thing I guess you could say. Friday nights were football and parties and Saturdays were just me and Archie in a booth sipping on a milkshake.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, could you do a fic where Spideypool are a secretly married couple and have to hide the fact from citizens /enemies when they are dp&sp ?

It’s been so long, and the reason is, I GOT INTO UNIVERsITY!! Yay!! I’m gonna try and pump some of these out, but yay!!

Peter stumbled into the Avengers building, coffee cup in hand, barely awake.  Tony had called him in extra early, which was unsurprising. Ever since he had started working for stark industries, he was called in either for work business, or superhero business. Tony was the only one who knew about his double life, so it was touch and go when he walked into the building.
Peter let himself in, punching in the code to the lab tiredly.  He froze when he saw the Avengers standing around tensely. He clutched his cup to his chest and resisted the urge to pull down the mask he knew wasn’t there. They all paused in their conversation to stare at Peter until the silence was too awkward and he had to laugh nervously.
“Peter,” Tony said, waving his hand at him to come into the room. “We’re in the middle of something, but you can just come in and work. Just stay quiet over there, okay kid? I need that thing fixed.”
Peter nodded and swallowed down the feeling that he had made a mistake. Was he supposed to come in uniform? He sat in the corner and put his headphones in, but he could feel Natasha and Clint’s eyes boring into his back.  
Steve cleared his throat. “Okay, so we are in unanimous agreement about what we discussed?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Peter could see a few hesitant nods.  He pulled out his toolbox and started quietly working, even though he had finished this project weeks ago.  
“Good, then I guess, let’s bring him in.” He could sense a hardness in Steve’s voice that Peter recognized as dislike. He had a sinking feeling in his gut, even before the door opened and Wade’s familiar voice.
“Hi, team! I brought snacks!” Peter turned to see the bright leather of Wade’s Deadpool suit, and groaned a bit, pushing himself into the corner more. Wade hadn’t spotted him yet, but he knew his situation would be a hundred times more embarrassing when he did.
“Okay, listen pal, just because your working with us doesn’t make you part of our team,” Clint grumbled
Wade stepped forward and laughed obnoxiously. “Gee, that’s rich coming from you, cupid.”
Peter felt himself involuntarily tense. Clint was an okay guy, but he and Wade were not on good terms. He resisted the urge to turn around and tell Clint to keep his bitter remarks to himself, but Natasha beat him to it.
“Boy’s please, your making our guest uncomfortable.” He felt a tight grip on his shoulder. Oh god. Peter shrunk into himself as Natasha gave him a look, and recognition flicked across Wade like a light globe.
“Oh, this is just too good!” He laughed clapping his hands together and rubbing them cunningly as he walked around the table to stand by Peter’s hip. Peter glanced at him, trying to give Wade his best warning look, but as per usual, it had no effect.
“Where are my manners? I’m the Deadpool of your dreams. And you are the handsome beauty of my dreams. I’m digging this nerdy college boy look baby! It’s really turning my floppy drive into a hard disk if you know what I mean!”  

Peter felt embarrassment crawl up his neck as Wade regarded him. The room paused again and Steve piped up.  

“I’m not quite sure what that means but please, let’s get to the issue at hand, and leave Tony’s employee’s out of it.”
“Why Captain of course, but there’s nothing I’d like more to have my hand on Tony’s employee. Peter, is it?” Wade leaned down to speak to Peter, tiptoeing his gloved fingers across the desk.  
Peter sighed. Wade absolutely loved doing this, pretending that they didn’t know each other. He liked having a special secret all to himself.  
“Don’t worry baby boy, I know that you already know me. I’m like, big news now or whatever.”
Peter felt the corner of his mouth twitch up.  He turned back to his table, as they started discussing “important” things that they needed Wade for.  
Wade wasn’t listening, even though Peter was. Wade was too busy smiling at Peter and watching him tinker around with scraps.  
Once the meeting was over (Peter assumed it was over, because Bruce had stormed out, and Thor was now trying figure out how to eat the doughnuts Wade had brought) Wade turned back to him with a cheeky grin.
“So baby, now that all that stuffy business is over, howsabout we go out for some grub! As you can see by the god currently stuffing his face, I have great food taste. I’d love to take you out and treat you well, baby.”
Peter smiled looking at him and lowering his voice. “I thought I was cooking tonight? I bought ingredients yesterday.”
“They’ll stay good for one more night Petey, let’s eat out tonight! Now that you’ve got a high-tech job, I think we should celebrate!”
Peter snorted and set down his screwdriver. “We can’t go out, Aunt May is visiting tomorrow remember? The house is a total mess hun.”
Wade pouted and tugged on Peter’s sleeve like he did when he was trying to get his own way. Even after a couple of years, Peter still couldn’t resist it.
“Fine, if you go home right now, and vacuum, we can go out for dinner.” Peter leaned closer and dropped his voice even lower, just the way he knew Wade liked. “And then we can get cozy in bed with dessert and watch the next episode of whatever show you want.”
Wade moaned and wrapped his arms around Peter’s shoulders whispering into his ear “This is why I married you.”
Peter made a mock-offended sound. “Wade, I married you. Now go vacuum, please.”

Wade was standing on the sidelines, next to the one and only Captain America, ogling at his husband’s ass in tight spandex. No matter how many times he woke up next to Peter, his sweet ass still blew Wade away.
“Good god, that is a sweet goddamn ass. Oh, bless.” He watched as Peter flipped in and out of buildings, being the first part of their four-part attack plan against some bad guy. Wade wasn’t really listening, he was only there to make sure Peter was safe, and to watch his amazing body.  
Steve looked back at him with a frown. Wade rolled his eyes.
“C'mon Cap! I know you’re all about righteousness and whatever, but don’t tell me you don’t sometimes have a peek! It’s natural man, every red-blooded male does it yo!”
Wade ignored the skeptical look the hero gave him and clapped him on the back. “Nothing is as good as Spidey’s ass, though, by god. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful, and I doubt I ever will.”
Steve looked uncomfortable, shifting his shield in his hand.  
“I don’t appreciate that kind of crude conversation. Aren’t you…married.”
“Oh yeah! I’m so married! Married hard!” Wade ripped off his glove and showed his ring for emphasis. Peter and Wade had bought it together, and for once, looking down at his rumpled skin actually made him feel proud. The gold nestled there reminded him of Peter’s vows, of his promises to love and cherish him, every part of him, even the parts that Wade didn’t like.  
The memory made Wade’s heart squeeze and made him smile goofily. When he looked back up, Cap was giving him an incredibly strange look. Wade didn’t really care.  
Peter landed on the wall next to wades head, signaling the second phase of their plan. Cap sprung into action, diving into the battle as Wade moved over to scrape his husband off the wall.  
Peter laughed, swinging around him before noticing his bare hand.

“What’s this then?” Peter challenged with a smile. “A wedding ring? We’ve been rendezvousing this whole time and you’re married? I can’t believe it.”
“Yes, it’s true. I’m married to the most beautiful, funny and smart man in all the world! He has the most bangin’ bod, well, second only to you.”  
Peter snickered, taking the moment alone to twine his fingers with Wade’s and play with the ring.  
“He sounds like the luckiest guy in the world.”
“He will be tonight. I’m making pasta.”
Peter laughed, patting his head as Wade put his glove back on. “Well, I’m jealous. And busy. If we keep trapezing like this we are going to get found out.”
“I like how taboo this is baby.” Wade said, wiggling his eyebrows, “What do you say, after this, do you wanna get out of here? Go somewhere a little more private? We can have a bath together? There will be wine and Ben and Jerry’s.”
Peter smiled, placing a chaste kiss on Wade’s mouth before climbing up the wall. “Sweetie, you had me at bath.”  


Tagged by @vixxeroni to do the bias selfie tag thingy~

Tfw you put on fake glasses and use a filter to hide the fact that you don’t wear makeup & look almost half your age LMFAOJJKBC 

Tagging: @tranquies , @starlightingly , @smilange , @saltykong , @kongflower@nxnight , @royalbins, @wonshiks-bitch , @hyuksmovingcastle@sprouthyuk

you don’t have to do it though ofc!!

anonymous asked:

For your short fills, a coda to “All the Way Through” would be amazing, either the proposal after Geno finds the ring, or maybe a snapshot few years in the future when they have a kid and a cat and are settled. ♥️

Haha everyone wants the proposal scene, well I’m not going to write it!!! But here’s a coda set now-ish, a couple of years after the end of the story.

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Carousel: Final Chapter (COLE X READER)

SUMMARY: The aftermath after Cole kisses you infront of hundreds.


A/N: GUYS, I know I keep saying it but I really can’t put into words how grateful I am for all the love you’ve given to Carousel. I love reading your comments and all your feedbacks J I’ve decided to do one last instalment of Carousel. Hopefully, you’ll love this one as well. I’ve not even been on tumblr for a week but the love and support has been incredible. I love you guys so much <3


 After what was, undoubtedly, the most controversial kiss in TV history, one would think that Cole and you must be worried sick about the aftermath. Uhm, not really. Well, not Cole at least. 

The kiss ended with him simply dragging you into the back seat of his limo. He did not seem bothered about the situation at all.

You sat there in shock, still trying to make sense of what had just happened. Cole simply leaned back and put his arm around you.

“Why do you look like you just witnessed a murder,” he chuckles.

You gawk at him in disbelief whilst pushing his arm away, “YES, I DID. OUR MURDER. What have you done, Cole?” You face-palm out of frustration.

“Whoa, (y/n). Chill,” He places his hand over yours, “I just declared my love in the most romantic way and you’re mad about it?” He dramatically sighs, “And here I thought this oompa was a sucker for me as well”

You snicker, “Whatever, Cole. Whatever.”

The truth? You weren’t mad at him. You weren’t mad at him at all! You completely understood where he was coming from. You understood him. The only thing you were worried about was what the people would say. What would the media make of him, since he already admitted that he was dating Lili. The wrath of his agents and your producers sickened you.

“It’s you and me against the world,” he places his head on your lap, “I’m tired. Wake me up when we reach.”

You look down at the adorable boy asleep on your lap. You run your fingers through his, although perfect, really greasy hair. You can’t help but smile at the sight of it. Cole just kissed you infront of hundreds of people and he didn’t care. He didn’t care because he loved you. For all you know, whatever the outcome may be, you and Cole will be alright- because one thing, amidst all this craze, was certain. You and Cole were in love.

Cole and (y/n) against the world.


There are like only a little over 5 people in the room, but the tension in the atmosphere was colossal.

Seated at the round table in Mark’s office were you, Cole, Lili, Cole’s agent, Mark and other producers.

No one said a thing for a long time. The anticipation was killing you. Betty seemed Calm and unbothered. Cole just looked bored. The rest looked aggravated.

“Okay,” Mark breaks the ice,” What was that, Cole?”

“What was what?” Cole retorted.

“The kiss, the whatever, what was that all about?”

“I just felt like it,” he calmly replied.

“Aren’t you dating Lili?” Mark further questioned.

“No.” Lili and Cole both reply in unison.

“Personally,” Lili said,” I don’t think it’s that big a deal. I always knew Cole had a thing for (y/n) and he made that very clear to me ever since our whole ‘dating’ façade first came out so I’m really unbothered by it. The kiss, however, the controversy, the damage has been done and there’s nothing we can do about it. What we need to worry about, isn’t Cole and (y/n), but about Cole’s image. Since they all think he’s dating me, the media will definitely call him out for ‘supposedly’ cheating on me.”

Everyone took time to slowly understand where Lili was coming from. She was right. You just needed to strategise something to clear the atmosphere for Cole.

“I just got an update,” one of the producers said, “ from one of my PS. Apparently, people found the kiss incredibly romantic. Fans have also said to have noticed how different Cole seemed with Lili…”


“Well,” began Mark,” in that case, since the fans seem to have no problem, I suggest you, Cole, post a declaration in any one of your social media accounts. Basically, you can just explain the situation yourself. I don’t know, work it out yourself.”

“Also,” said Cole’s agent,” some bughead shippers are also calling out on (y/n) for interfering in your relationship so if you guys could do something about that too.”


You had no idea the meeting would last thing long. By the time it ended, it was already dark outside.

“(Y/n)!,” Lili made her way towards you.


“I just wanted to say how sorry I am.  You should know, it was all just an act. Cole and I don’t feel anything for each other. Sorry what you had to go through. I had no idea-“

“What’s going on?” Cole intervenes

“I was just telling (y/n) about that time you stalked her on social media because she was-“

Cole cut her off, “Arghhhh! Lili!”, he smacks her head.

You and Lili laugh at him as he turns red. Aww.

“Excuse me, Lili” Cole puts his arm around you,” But I have to drop my precious off. Ciao”

“See you, Lil. Goodnight”


“We’re here,” you direct Cole outside your parent’s house.

You were just unlocking your door when Cole went,”Whoa, woman, why the rush!”

You give him a confused look.

He comes closer to you, “Kiss me.”

You decide to tease him,” What if I said no?”

“Then I would have you pull you out of the car and kiss you in front of your parent’s porch.”

You chuckle at his cheeky reply and kiss him softly.

Damn. Kisses with Cole. You could get used to that,

Cole helps you get out of the car. “Thanks, C. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight,” he pulls you in for one last kiss.

Cole fold his hands and leans against his car and watch as you make your way to your front door. He has the biggest smile on his face.

“(Y/n)!” he calls you.

You turn to him.

“You’re mine, you know that right?” he chuckles.

And you swear you could feel an entire zoo in your tummy.

“Haha, you’re blushing again,” he exclaims and makes his way into his car,”Call me. I still haven’t got your new number.”

You snicker, “Drive safe, c.”


You woke up the next morning with the sound of your twitter notifications.

Earlier this morning Cole had posted a note on twitter explaining the entire situation the fans. He wrote about his friendship with Lili and how he doesn’t intend to be in a relationship. “Don’t worry,” he wrote,” Jughead and Betty are still together.” Much to the delight of the Bughead shippers. “Just not Cole and Lili.

Lili had also posted an old photo of you and Cole to support your relationship. In the photo, you were asleep on the couch and Cole was brushing your hair when Lili took the photo. You had no idea!

Your eyes then went to the photo of you which Cole had posted right after his explanatory note.

My oompa” he captioned it.

You gush. You were just about to comment on it when you were interupted by a call. Cole.

“Hey,” you smile as you answer.

“Look outside your window.”

Confused, you rush and open the window. You look down to find a handsome Cole leaning against his car. He looks divine in his summer hat and white cargos.

“What the hell, Cole!” you rub your sleepy eyes.

“You look beautiful,”

You scoff.

“Get ready quick. I’m taking you out.”


“10 minutes or I’m leaving..”

“Erggghh,” you shut your window down. He knows how to get oon my nerves!

Although you’re frustrated by this handsome lad with really greasy hair, you gush as you think about how happy you feel right now. And how perfect everything in the world is. The guy you’ve had the biggest crush on is waiting downstairs, possibly having a cuppa with your parents. You’ve also made it to Hollywood. You’re happy. You’re finally genuinely really happy. God is great!

Sure, things weren’t always great. You and Cole have both had your days but you know what they say,

Love is a carousel. You go round and around until you finally come to a stop. It’s the endless push and pull of emotions. You think you know what’s right. Heck, you even think you know what’s best.

But do we ever really know?

Maybe, just maybe, you do now.


Taglist~ @xbobaaa @riverdalemami @simbatastisc @lovelymustaches @ceruleanjones


A/N : So yeah, that’s the end of Carousel. Thank you once again for all the love. 

Requests are still open x

- Amsterdam Adventures -

The small size of my bunk always used to be genuinely warm, comfortable and really welcoming, but tonight it was the complete opposite. The place of my rest seemed to be hard as rock and the blanket hovering over my body felt cold as snow. The only thing that still managed to successfully keep me warm was my girlfriend’s hand. Our palms were hanging from the bunks in one embrace. The hold of hers died long time ago as she fell into the arms of Morpheus.

You might ask why don’t we sleep in one bunk together, the answer is really easy – it’s all because of my giant posture. If we slept together in such a tiny surface she would wake up totally crushed.

Holding her hand wasn’t enough for me. I needed more of her, I wanted more of her. I craved her.

I craved her the way I craved water after an excellent workout.

I craved her the way I craved playing my guitar.

I craved her the way I never excepted to crave anyone.

Since our relationship started, each and every day I feel more and more attached to her. I feel the power of my adoration towards her grows stronger and stronger.

The power of love bestows responsibilities, but not rights. I have no right to her heart, but I am blessed to love her with my own. I have no right to her time, but I am honored to share the moments with her. It is for me to do what is best for her and not seek fulfillment of my own desires at an expense to her wellbeing.

The hands of the clock shows the late hour of 3:22am, what can I do now? What can I do when everyone is asleep, even the person I wish the most to be awake together with me.

Would she be mad at me if I woked her up?

Would she like the idea of us going for a night adventure in an absolutely unknown city, somewhere in Europe?

I slightly slide out of my tour bed, carefully trying to not wake up anyone else up, still holding her hand. I knelt down on the carpeted floor, stroking her back. I whispered, “hey, wake up!”

After being with someone in a relationship for longer period of time, you start to notice a bunch of oddly loving things, things that people who don’t have stronger bond with her wouldn’t know

What I learnt over the years is that she’s a deep sleeper. She loves to runway from everything in her dreams. In her sleep she’s a child again. She dreams of things past, things that will never be again. In her dreams she has comfort, freedom and love. When she wakes up she always takes her notebook and scrambles to write everything from her dream down, just in case there is wisdom in the randomness.

Personally I don’t believe in such a thing as a dream. The main reason behind my disbelief is probably my bad memory. I never really remember my dreams, but Y/N happens to remember everything in her sleep. Starting off with the characters, and ending off with the sound of melody that her imagined birds created. She is truly passionate about dreams.

I know that my whispering is completely pointless, but how can I wake her up differently without harming other’s peace?

Letting my hand slowly slide under the fluffy blanket, and then moving her shirt up I gently tapped her belly, in a big hope of triumphantly waking her up.

She smiled so lightly, I don’t really know if she’s smiling because of my hands or because of something that occurred in her dream.

“I’m guessing that’s it pretty late already, so why for the love of Lord are you tapping my stomach?” She asked. Her voice deep and harsh – like always when she wakes up. Her eyes were still closed. I felt that my hands are getting gentle slaps, she was trying to put her shirt down.

An unexpected chuckle left my lifted upward mouth, “I just couldn’t sleep. My bunk got so freaking uncomfortable. It was no fun and also, I got so bored, so I figured out that a small walk around Amsterdam would be nice.”

“Okay cool. Your plan seems awesome. Just go and make everything happen, and now leave me in my warm bunk in the holy calmness. Good night.” Her comment made me laugh even harder. “Seriously, fuck you, Shawn.” She put her blanket all the way to her head back.

My mom always taught me to fight for what I really wanted and needed.

“Okay. Okay Y/N. If you will ever want some more cuddles, I’m gonna tell you the exact same thing.”

It will work.

“Okay, fine. Let’s go.”

I told you.

Everything was happening so fast. Once we were running around the Dutch streets, then we were playing hide and seek, and how we’re just standing so close to each other that our chests are melting into one. Her warm hand reaches for mine and they interlock as we kiss tentatively, passionately and then, tenderly. The magical feeling causes me to shiver in complete pleasure and ecstasy.

We eventually had to pulled apart – breath was needed. It was difficult. The pink skin of our mouth felt so magnetic. I was the magnet, and she was the fridge.

“God, you’re so beautiful.” She whispers so I feel her warm breath on my neck. I wrinkle my nose in protest. “Aren’t I supposed to tell you all these things?”

“It doesn’t matter.” She said, looking straight into my eyes.

Those cinnamon colored eyes rimmed with thick, long, dark lashes that brushed her cheeks every time she closed her eyes. They looked so magical, so unreal. Every time I looked into them I nearly lost myself. Love, adoration, curiously; her eyes held all those deep seated emotions and many more. Over the years, I have learnt to read her through the emotions.

“I love you Y/n.”

And then she gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.

Everything felt just so right. Everything felt like I dream, I believed in this dream, and I never want it to be done.

Her heart is where I belong, and my heart is where she belongs.

Just Like You Lyric Video Analysis

Okay, here we fucking go.

Louis Tomlinson’s song, made me cry. still makes me cry every time i listen to it. Its heart breaking. He sounds so sad, and desperate for someone to finally hear that he’s upset. 

He sings things like:

“Headlines that I can’t stand.”

“But you only get half of the story.”

“Nobody cares when you’re boring.”

“I’m just like you, If you only knew.”

“Can’t I just be the same.”

“Let me be the same.”

If that isn’t obvious enough, lets talk about the fact that he had to fight his label to release Just Like You, released the song, INDEPENDENTLY with absolutely no radio or label campaign, on NATIONAL COMING OUT DAY. 

Still not enough?

On October 16th 2017, George Michael’s “Freedom” documentary aired on TVon Chanel 4. In the documentary we get a close insight on George’s homosexual relationship with his boyfriend, who died of AIDS, later he was forced to ‘come out’ by THE SUN newspaper, he lost a legal battle with SONY, had to buy himself out of the contract with the label, and his mother died of cancer- ALL IN THE FIRST FEW YEARS OF THE 90′s.

The day after this documentary, the Just Like You official lyric video is released.

In this video, there are various snippets of news articles shown in the background, all carefully chosen. Some include phrases such as “composer”, “same-sex”,”glad to be leaving”. One of the main articles shown, is the one about GEORGE MICHAEL and his battle with the SONY label. There are articles referring to the LGBT+ community, blacklivesmatter, eating disorders, racism, mental health, sexually abused women and people treated poorly by the music industry.

Some fans are noticing how in the line “I wanna lay where she lays” in the lyric video, the “s” is separate from the ”he”, claiming its another hint to Louis ‘coming out.” Others also debate over whether or not, the female eyes that accompany the line in the lyric video are Brianna’s or Eleanor’s or some other ‘partners’. 

Many will be kept up all night de-coding the hidden messages within the video, and I’m sure more “evidence” will be collected by tomorrow morning.

What I wanted to point out, is that while we’ve all noticed that  he is trying to tell us something he obviously can’t say out loud in a blunt way, there is MORE to it.

Look at the video.


What is usually associated with messages sent in that format?

It’s almost like a cry from someone who must remain anonymous. Someone who is held hostage and is sending out a letter, or someone who is sending out a threat and doesn’t want to be found out.

Now, my point in this is, Louis is so so so smart. He thought this whole entire process through. The whole thing is carefully orchestrated. From the newspapers used, to the newsletter/magazine print format of sending out a message, to the lyrics, to the dates when its all released.

It is pure genius. Utter and complete mastermind genius.

I love him so much I can’t describe it. He deserves to be happy, and to be heard. And the fact that he is trying to show us all -whatever it is, whether it be that he’s under pressure from the music industry, or that he’s homosexual or other- makes me really proud of him because he’s so strong, and he’s trying to fight.

Jehanparnasse Week 2017 - Day 7 - Forgiveness 
What is all this sweet work worth / If thou kiss not me

Montparnasse: so I read that Wordsworth guy’s book you gave me..

Jehan: !!!!! What did you think?

Montparnasse: ….

Montparnasse: Honestly? Boring as fuck.

Jehan: Okay.

Jehan: How so?

Montparnasse: It’s all Sunshine and Rainbows. There’s one poem that is literally like ‘I saw a rainbow and it made me happy’. This guy is famous??

Jehan: His main thing was the glorification of nature.

Montparnasse: “A tree. Nice.”

Montparnasse: Your stuff is way more interesting. I’ve seen a daffodil before. I don’t need someone else’s description of one.

Montparnasse: Jehan?

Montparnasse: Hey I’m sorry.

Montparnasse: Shit, Jehan, I’m sorry.

Montparnasse threw down his phone again. It had been over an hour since Jehan had last answered him. If they would only just respond - even just to tell him they were mad - then maybe he would be able to kill the restless uncertainty.

He glared down at the book he had managed to wade through only because Jehan’s face stayed in his mind’s eye as he read.

“This is your fault,” he said to it. Stupid English bastard and his stupid daffodils.

He was about to pick up his phone again for the millionth time to make sure Jehan hadn’t texted back when a knock came at his door, startling him. Suddenly on high alert, he moved soundlessly to it, and peered out the peephole. A large stack of books greeted him, framed with red hair. Montparnasse threw off the chain and pulled open the door, an apology on his lips, but he was cut off when the pile of books was shoved into his arms.

“Christ, these are heavy,” he huffed as Jehan stepped into the apartment, rubbing their own arms.

“I’m the one who just carted them up four storeys,” Jehan replied, and Montparnasse watched as they let themself into the kitchen and began filling the kettle. “I hope you didn’t have plans this evening.”

Montparnasse managed to set the pile down on the kitchen table. “Nothing important,” he said.

“Good. We’re going to do some reading.” Jehan’s tone was all business.

“Jehan - I’m sorry I insulted your poet. You know I’m not smart enough to appreciate him properly.”

“Bullshit,” they said, turning to face him. “You’re smart enough to know what’s interesting to you and what’s not. You don’t have to like someone’s work just because I do. And really, I should have known Wordsworth wouldn’t have been your cup of tea. Which is why I brought tea and also some more suitable Romantics. Have you read The Rime of the Ancient Mariner?”

Montparnasse shook his head.

“Good. It’s dark as fuck and I can’t wait for you to hear it. That’s Coleridge. I also have Shelley, Keats, Blake, and of course, Lord ‘Mad, Bad, and Dangerous to Know’ Byron.”

Montparnasse couldn’t help but smile. “Sounds familiar.”

Jehan whipped around, and faster than Montparnasse could register, they kissed him full on the mouth. He could feel the excitement in their touch and on their lips, and he responded in kind.

what I find to be really hilarious is there are certain ppl that are very quick to say something is “ooc” for certain characters because that trait or whatever doesn’t fit within the limited restrictions of the watered down “personality” the fandom has bestowed upon the once actual multi-faceted, complex character. now they must be their character archetype because of That One Thing they said or did and anything else must be “so ooc that wouldn’t happen lol” but like, you’ve made this once wonderful personality so stale and boring lol let ppl have fun ffs