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Ten Minutes omegaverse

OMG I’ve finally made it! It was never ending…please note that this is the first time that I’ve translated one of my fiction soooo…..please don’t kill me. I know it will be full of mistakes but I did my best. Let me know your thoughts

19 Days,Omegaverse AU

Chapter 1

He Tian x Mo GuanShan


Summary: “He stripped off as quickly as possible and threw himself under the hot water of the shower. The awareness of using He Tian’s shower caused him an annoying feeling at his stomach, as if he was sharing something intimate and private. He tried to move as little as possible, avoiding to move his feet so he wouldn’t touch too many tiles. He didn’t want to leave too many traces”

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It’s funny how men on television can beat up women, control their lives, be glued to them 24/7 to the point where their girlfriends have no lives outside of their relationship, lock them up “for their own safety”, disregard their wishes, kiss them without consent, do the “right” thing just so they can be rewarded and get into woman’s pants and yall are “Omg he is so dreamy, I want a man like that”.

But a woman who is nothing but respectful to her gf and people around her, who asks for consent, is gentle and caring, always waits for her gf to make the first move, gave her gf space when she asked for it and people are like “Awww cute, but isn’t she a little controlling?” after she made ONE mistake.

Misogyny (/mɪˈsɒdʒɪni/) is the hatred of, contempt for, or prejudice against women or girls. Misogyny can be manifested in numerous ways, including social exclusion, sex discrimination, hostility, androcentrism, patriarchy, male privilege, belittling of women, violence against women, and sexual objectification

double standards - a rule or principle which is unfairly applied in different ways to different people or groups

Hey, Babe//Jung Jaehyun

Summary: In which Jaehyun is your idol boyfriend––currently on tour––and he sends you lots of cute videos and pics bc ya’ll miss each other lots ;u;

Genre: fluff!!!!

Word Count: 858

A/N: I apologize for the title it is so cheesy omg. 
Okay, for some reason, I got OD notes on my last post (omg I’m honored guys ;u;), so here’s another one for y’all :D
I also reread my last post, and OH MA LAWD, the number of grammar and spelling mistakes I made is tragic omg I am so sorry.
In my defense, it was like 2 AM when I finished it, and I did not proofread it because I had just spent 9 hours writing an essay for IB literature so… :D heh rip me 
But anyways, STORY TIMEEEEEEE!! 
P.S. Send requests!!!

Originally posted by nct127

*Jung Jaehyun is so attractive MAY THE LORD HAVE MERCY ON MY POOR SOUL*


The first time you saw Jung Jaehyun, he wore a cold expression: eyes narrowed and lips pressed together in a tight line. When your boss brought you to meet the NCT members, you approached cautiously: bowing politely and waiting for their response. 

Rather than the quick, much-too-serious greeting that many rookies resorted to, the bunch of boisterous boys shouted their team introduction loudly before introducing themselves individually. You laughed as they showed off their different charms, secretly anticipating what the mysterious Jaehyun prepared. 

Your watched in awe as his cold expression morphed into a much softer one, eyes crinkling into crescents and dimples showing. He cutely sang his greeting, ending it by smiling widely and holding two peace signs up by his face. 

That was pretty much all it took for you to fall for Jung Jaehyun. 

Luckily, you left a similar impression on him, and after a few months of working together, you two officially started dating. 


You felt the smile form on your face when you heard the sound of your boyfriend’s part in “Without You” shamelessly ringing through your apartment. You all but ran over to the counter where your phone sat, picking it up and greeting Jaehyun with a quick “Hello.” 

Ever since he went on tour, he made sure to call you with daily updates of what he did, what he ate, and fun things he just wanted to share with you. He wanted you to experience all the new things he was experiencing, but sometimes it was just too hard to understand what he was trying to say. 

“Hey babe, did you see my messages?”

You furrowed your brows, “What messages? I didn’t get any messages.”

“But I sent them like two minutes ago!”

“Jae, you ‘like’ called me two minutes ago.” You rolled your eyes and laughed at his impatience. “I’ll look at them later, but for now, tell me what you did in Thailand!”

“NooOoOOoo~” he whined, “Can’t you just look at them now? Call me back after you’ve seen them?”

You sighed in defeat, knowing that there was no way you were going to win this argument. 

“Fine, love you. I’ll talk to you later.”

“Love you too, bye~”

Once you hung up, you opened up your “Messages” app, eyes widening when you saw that Jaehyun had sent you 14 new messages. 

Clicking on his name, you were surprised that instead of giant paragraphs of text, he had sent you a series of photos and videos. You scrolled up to his first message––a video––and pressed play.

“Hey, babe, it’s your wonderful and lovely boyfriend Jaehyunnie! I know it’s been hard trying to understand some of the things I’ve been talking about, especially since you haven’t experienced them before. But I’ve been thinking, and maybe you can experience them with me! Instead of my long, and probably confusing descriptions, I’m going to take photos and videos for you. That way, you can see all of us being crazy with your own eyes. I love you, and go play the next video!”

A stupid grin formed on your face as you exited out of the video. The next two messages were photos: one of Jaehyun holding up a finger heart, and one of him and Johnny sitting on top of an elephant. Of course, the next video was of the two of them screaming as they got used to the feeling of the elephant shifting beneath them, your laughter joining theirs as they yelled at the other boys behind them. It was only when Jaehyun addressed you that you quieted down. 

“Well love, as you can see, we are currently riding elephants over here in Thailand. It’s really fun! I really wish you were here. But you don’t have to worry because I’ll take you on plenty of trips in the future! Well, I’m gonna stop this video because the ride’s getting a little shaky, and I feel a bit uncomfortable holding this selfie stick out, but I’ll send lots of pictures and videos of other stuff we do today. Love you! Bye!”

As you looked at the rest of the videos and pictures he sent, your heart swelled up with joy. It didn’t matter what anyone else said because to you, Jung Jaehyun was the cutest human being on the planet. 

When you finally finished looking through the messages, you called him back––this time, through video chat. You wanted him to see how happy his video messages made you feel. 

“Hey, beautiful.”
“Hey yourself.”
“So, you saw my messages?”
“I did..”
“Jae, you are actually the cutest person ever.”
“I’ve been trying to tell you this for months now!”

You shook your head at his cheeky grin. 

“Anyways, I know you miss me, but your videos took up a lot of time. You need to go to sleep, because I’m sure you’re gonna wake up early tomorrow.”

He pouted, “But we barely got to talk!”

“I know, but I’d rather you get enough sleep. Tomorrow, we’ll talk first, and after we hang up, I’ll watch the videos. Deal?”


“Love you, Jae.”

“Love you too, Y/N.”


A/N: Okay, well another author’s note. I have no clue what this formatting is, I am so sorry omg. Well, hope you liked it even though it’s really short D: I also was too lazy to proofread this one, so sorry in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes oops

GlitchTale, what are you doing with me?!

Just re-watched season 1 of GlitchTale and made another art like this one.

And OMG.

GlitchTale helping me making my arts better.


Before I made my first art for GlitchTale, I didn’t understand what is this history about, but now I feel like it’s will end good.

Not for everyone

But still good.

But I still have my own unfinished AU (you can find it here) and still, slowly making good story, but I already love my sweet Paper Figures ¦’>

@camilaart, you could not notice that liiiiiittle post about this liiiiiittle artist, but still. Your work on animation are incredible (any animations in this fandom are deserve same words, because it’s hard. Even I tried to animate, but gave up, because had no idea what to animate ) and this broken story about glitched ending will be in my heart.

And yeah, some bad news - all next week will be no new arts.

Because I didn’t drew them too much and because I don’t have photos of them on phone.

But still.

Some spoilers!

I making photos of progress in GlitchTale “Love part 1” art on good camera, because I want to make my arts having better quality. (and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, I made awesome Determined fish! This art will be full of Determination!)


Finished Gravity Falls art.

You can ask about this arts and I’ll tell some info about this future arts(be careful! I have many unfinished or only sketched arts! Or just not uploaded)

Have a Nice Day and Stay Determined!

(and do I need to upload my useless here Bete Noire’s reference? Because it’s helped me a lot and it’s was fun to draw)

(and it’s last post for today)

Inktober 2017, Day 4: The Nemesis.

Omg, I had to draw this twice because I made a mistake the first time!! Inking is hard! Also, at first I didn’t have any idea of what to draw. I couldn’t understand the concept of nemesis. My roommate helped me out with that. She described it as something like enemies but it is more serious… as in they want to kill each other. So when she said that one thing came to mind: Shizuo and Izaya from Durarara!! I felt nostalgic drawing them. (I hope Shizuo gets that annoying guy! >. < )

anonymous asked:

Sehun and 74?

FIRST ONE OMG. Done. I hope you like it! I apologise for any spelling or tensing mistakes. 

“We can share.” 

74. It was freezing outside; twelve below zero kind of freezing. It was the kind of cold that made your eyes water and had the tears freezing to your lashes. Why you were even outside on a day like this seemed insane now that you considered it. Not owning a car and having to walk to and from work was probably not one of your better choices. Maybe you’d buy a bus-pass to remedy your mistake but in the meantime you’d be walking home, teeth chattering.

“For exercise,” you told yourself bitterly as you shivered, breath escaping up into the air in white wisps.

When you finally saw your apartment building you shuffled from foot to foot and then jogged towards the door, reaching into your purse for your keys. The metal was so cold it felt like it burned your fingers and you cursed as you jammed them into the lock of the main door of the building and headed inside. You dropped them into you bag with a muttered curse of “fuck you,” and then walked to the elevator.  

You knew the stairs would probably warm you up more if you went up them but screw that. You had walked all the way home. So you pressed the button of the elevator unapologetically and jumped a little in your place while you waited, which felt like an eternity, for it to get to the landing. Once the doors slide open and the little ding sounded, you pressed your floor number and shivered again, the foyer no warmer than outside.

The keys were warmer by the time you opened your apartment door and when you got inside you saw the lights were already on. You looked around, suspicious as you stepped further inside but then saw that Sehun had just come in your apartment again while you were at work and helped himself to your pantry. He looked up when he heard the door but once he recognised it was you, he just looked back at the television and went back to sipping something hot out of a mug.

At that moment you didn’t even care that he had used your spare key to eat your food. You lowered your bag to the floor, kicked off your boots and scurried over to him. “What is that?”

“Hot chocolate,” he said as he looked up at you. Once he registered the keen look in your eyes, the way you shivered and how you stepped just a little closer to him as you sat down sat down, he hugged the cup a little closer to himself. “It’s mine.”

“Oh shut up,” you said as you scrunched your nose and made grabby hands at it. “If you’re going to break into my apartment and steal my food,  the least you can do is share.”

He gazed at you for a few seconds and just when you were sure he was going to shake his head and scoot away from you, he handed you the mug. “Fine. I was done with it anyways.”

You rolled your eyes as you raised the cup to your lips and took a sip of the frothy sweet liquid. “Shut up. We can share.”    

Derrick:  *the other queens bring up the fact that they thought Derrick cried too much on the mainstage after being in the bottom and reads him for ranting for too long* *derrick is fine with it and nods and listens and respects their opinion, aware of his own flaws and accepting what they said without being insecure or bitchy* *cries a lot and tries to fight back when the others read him but is still blamed for being the mean and bitchy one by the whole rpdr fandom* *has appeared on americas got talent* *is a super talented dancer ,preformer and impersonator* *is known world wide by the drag community and that is why laila refer to him as huge competiton in the first episode* *is still called talentess* *thorgy says in a interview that not even 20% of how funny derrick was in the snatch game and in the whole show was shown on the show and instead edited away* *defends trixie even though it can put himself in trouble against acid in the competiton* *buys lots of merchandise from past queens to support them* *slays the lip sync against Robbie last week doing backflips and shit* *laughs and just nods when the other queens read him about his long-ass speach after having a major breakdown* *calls bob ratchet only because michelle referred to bob as ratchet drag on the mainstage in the first place and he finds it funny, mostly because its so not true, so thats why he brings it up just to tease bob a little* *is teamed up against bob but is really happy and excited about it* *respects bobs opinions and listens* *is being called the dumb blonde in bobs script but is totally ok with it and thinks its a funny concept and is very excited about it* * tries his hardest not to ever serve britney even if thats what he’s there for because he’s an impersonator* *asks bob if he’s okay with his plot and his script for the politic challenge* *both bob and derrick agree with the plot and the scripts* *has a really fun and great time working with bob in the challenge* *tries his hardest and it shows* *is all black and white and is not even serving a little bit of britney to the runway* *eating babies while not serving britney* *is super funny and dedicated in the video, trying his hardest and exels at it even though its not his schtick and he’s not an actor* *is super happy and dosen’t talk back when the judges point out flaws about his make up* *happily dances and holds hands with bob after they won* *bob has grown a big respect for derrick and they become friends* *is actually super sweet and super funny and lovable in other videos that are not from drag race and adores all of his fans and makes fun of himself and his mistakes on the show online*



Love Isn't Always Fair (Part 2)

can you PLEASE make a second part to “Love isn’t always fair” bc I’ve been dying and I wanna know what happens lol. love your stuff c:

Can you do part 2 of love isn’t always fair. With andy biersack

Part 2 of love isnt always fair with Andy Biersack

I know it was a long time ago, but could you finally post a second part to the Andy Biersack imagine where he leaves you for Juliet?

Part two of the Andy one! If your aiming for sad~The girl can see them out being all happy and stuff and basically her just moping and being sad Aiming for happy~Andy realizes how dumb he was and runs back to you. You don’t let him back so easily so he does things here and there to earn you back

Part 2 of love isn’t always fair?<3

Yeah, sorry… He gets sad because you tell him that you like someone because you want some advice to tell that person that you like him and he thinks that it’s someone else when it’s actually him… And some cute end… Sorry if it’s confusing… I actually speak Spanish. Thank you!

You should continue the Andy Biersack imagine but where he realizes he fucked up big time and wants Y/N back and she makes him prove to her that he really wants her back! Pretty please? With whip cream and cherries? C:

hey omg could you please do a second for the Andy ‘Love Isn’t Always Fair’ ??? please please xoxo

Can you do a Part 2 of the Andy one where he’s been dating Juliet for a little while maybe like 6 months and your still not over him and you go to Warped Tour with your best friend who’s maybe is in a band (Oli Sykes maybe) and you bump into Andy and Juliet and Andy can’t stop looking at you and accidentally says “I love you” and its a big fight with everyone and then he ends up choosing you because Juliet has been cheating on him the whole time?? I know this long but you wanted detail (:

Like, Andy B. Imagine “Love isn’t always fair” would be excellent if you’d write that he sees you with some other guy on the streets kissing and gets jealous. His EX (now gf he left for) is screaming on him on the street you see that and walk away. After a few days he comes back, but then you say no to him. He doesn’t give up. He tries so hard. You don’t trust him, get in another fight. But end it fluffy where they makeup! LOVE U <3

In part 2 of Andy, make it like, a few months later, Juliet dumps Andy and he realizes he never loved her in the first place. And he tries to talk to Y/N but she wont answer his calls. So he finally goes to her house and they make up and he tells Y/N that he loves her and needs her and that he is nothing without her. Just really fluffy cute and passionate. You know. Something like that? :)

Hi, can you do part 2 of “love isn’t always a fair” ? pleasee :3

For the part 2 of the Andy biersack imagine it could be like it’s been a few months since Andy left and you go out to a club or whatever you want with your friends and Andy and Juliet are there, so you like dance with a lot of guys and Andy gets jealous or something? He leaves Juliet and comes back to you and apologizes and you two get back together and just really fluffy:3 sorry if it’s really long(/).(\)

well hum okay can you make a part two to “love isn’t always fair” where y/n stays heartbroken for a while and one of the guys from the band (maybe ashley or cc??) helps her through it and eventually they start dating and omg maybe then andy realizes the mistake he’s done and you can decide what goes on from there i guess :) sorry that i didn’t specify it the first time 'round, i’ve never made a request for an imagine before so i didn’t really know… woops xxHiiiiiii! Could you please please pleeeeeaaaaase do a part two of 'Love Isn’t Always Fair’??Love Isn’t Always Fair part 2? :)Part 1" damn…lol where here it is finally!! Enjoy

*6 months later*

“Mom I’m telling you, I’m fine.” You tried to convince your worried mother. 

“Y/N no you aren’t. Look at you! You’ve been staying on our living room couch for the past 6 months.”

“I mean do you expect me to move back there? I-I just cant. Too many memories… I can’t handle it.” You faded off. As much as you tried to deny it, you still had feelings for Andy. After all, he was your first & only love. Your mother sighed & took a seat next to you. 

“Y/N listen to me. I know you’re facing a really terrible heartbreak right now, but you can’t let this control your life.”

“Too late.”

“No it’s not too late. Listen to me.You go out there, & you do something. Anything. I don’t give a shit, but you sure ain’t hell gonna sit on this couch all day everyday.” Your overly emotioned hormones took over & you started balling right in front of your mother. “Okay okay, maybe the tough love isn’t working…but sweetheart listen to me. You have to get back out there. Now I’m not saying you have to go find a husband asap, but you’ve gotta socialize okay?”

“It’s not that easy mom! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE OKAY?” You understood that your mother just tried to help, but you honestly didn’t want to listen to her positive crap anymore. 

You took your car keys & wandered off to god knows where.

*Andy’s POV*

God damn it I’m an idiot. How can I let something so stunning, so fragile, so beautiful slip away from me? And no I’m not talking about Juliet. That slut has been cheating on me for the last 5 months. Really? That was the reason we broke up the first time… To think I had the nerve to leave Y/N for this unfaithful piece of trash. Now I understand how she felt. Heartbroken, betrayed, used. 

All because of me. 

I have to get her back. 

Fuck how am I gonna do that. She fucking hates my guts. “Andy come on, our set is on in 30 minutes, we gotta set up.” Ash told me. 

“Alright I’ll be out in a sec.” I whispered in a low tone. Ash sighed & returned outside. He knew about this entire situation; along with the other guys. Should I call her? No she’ll probably just decline them. Text her? No she’ll delete them. “I-I can’t think about this now.” I breathed to myself. I hopped out of my bunk & locked the bus. I don’t know how I’m gonna go through this set without thinking about her, but I have to try. 

I made a terrible mistake. 

*Your POV*

“COME ON Y/N LET’S GO!” Your friend begged you. She had an extra ticket to go to warped & she wanted you to come with. 

“Sarah no. You know who could be there & I’m really not  trying to run into him.”

“You won’t! I promise, just please come with me.” You couldn’t resist. Plus you wanted to see how the rest of the band was doing. As long as you didn’t run into Andy, everything would be fine. 

“Okay okay. I’ll go." 

'I’m making a huge mistake.’ You thought to yourself. 

*At Warped*

You just finished watching ISSUES’ set & it was amazing. They were one of your favorite bands. Surprisingly you didn’t think about Andy once. That was about to change..

You & your friend parted ways since she wanted to see Beartooth & you weren’t a big fan of them. You were scrolling through your instagram so you weren’t paying attention to where you were going. You bumped into a tall figure & dropped your phone.

"Oh I’m so sorry!” You exclaimed. You both bent down to pick up your phone & the other’s keys.

“…Y/N?” You could recognize that voice anywhere.

It was Andy. 

You didn’t know how to respond. This entire day you’ve been hoping that this exact moment wouldn’t happen. “Hello Andy.” You said under your breath, but loud enough for him to hear you. 

“H-How’ve you been-”

“Why do you care? Go ask your girlfriend how she’s doing.” You noticed his head go down after you said 'girlfriend’. 

“We uh…we broke up-again. She cheated on me.” He admitted. You honestly felt like the biggest asshole in the world. Part of you wanted to punch his lights out for breaking your heart, but the other part wanted to console him & make sure he’s okay. 

“Sorry to hear that." 

"Thanks…Look Y/N, I can’t keep this a secret any longer. I’ve missed you like crazy. I don’t know what I was thinking when I left you. Juliet meant nothing to me. You’re the one I want. Now & always. Will you consider taking me back?" 


"Are you kidding me? ANDY YOU PUT ME THROUGH HELL FOR SIX FUCKING MONTHS! You think just because your girlfriend dumped you & you’re lonely & vulnerable I’ll be more than happy to take you back?" Oh god you wanted to slap yourself for saying that. Your mind’s telling you no, but your heart’s telling you yes. 

"Y/N, just hear me out okay? Please?” You let out a deep breathe before you say anything else you’ll regret later on. 

“Fine. Talk.” You guys walked to a more private area & sat down.

“Okay, I know what I did to you was terrible & awful. And Y/N please believe me when I say I’m so so sorry for hurting you. You know I would never want to do that to you. These past few weeks I’ve been contemplating how I ever let you go. I love you Y/N. And I don’t think I ever stopped. You are the most intelligent, amazing, & beautiful girl I have ever met. And I know it’s gonna take more than words to convince you but I…I just need you back in my life. Please stay with me.” Your eyes were lost with his & you were at a lost for words. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing! Is this really happening right now? 

“…Andy I-”

“Hey Biersack, your set’s on in 45 seconds. Handle this later.” His stage director told him & left. Andy let go of your hands & stood up. 

“I uh, guess I have to go. Please don’t leave…”

“BIERSACK!” Andy looked at his director, then to you, & left. You still tried to comprehend what had happened between you. He was right when he said it was gonna take more than words to convince you. You took a walk to try to get your mind flowing in the right direction. 

*20 minutes later*

You walked by Black Veil Brides’ set & decided to watch. They were finishing their last song. You made sure that Andy couldn’t see you so you stayed in the back. 

“OKAY GUYS THAT WAS OUR LAST SONG OF THE NIGHT!” Andy screamed into the mic. “But before we go, there’s one thing I have to say.” You just thought it was something about an upcoming tour or something. Boy were you wrong. 

“As you all know, I had a beautiful girlfriend named Y/N. I did a terrible, terrible thing & I put her through hell these last six months. Y/N if you’re listening, which I doubt you are, I’m so so sorry, you have to believe me. I’ll do anything to get you back, & I promise I won’t let you go this time. You are the most important woman to me & I need you in my life. I’m so sorry.”

The crowd was filled with 'awes’ & 'what’d he do’s’. You ran before anyone can spot you. Not too long after Andy’s speech, your phone began to blow up with twitter & instagram notifications. Fans took videos & posted them with you & Andy tagged. You put your phone back in your pocket & continued to wait for Andy near his tour bus with your final answer. 

*10 minutes later*

“Y/N what are you doing here?" 

"I heard your little speech mister.”

“…oh. Well?”

“Well? Well of course I’ll take you back. It takes balls to admit what you’ve done wrong, especially in public. I never stopped loving you either Andy. I missed you like crazy. You wrapped your arms around his neck as his arms were around your waist. 

"I love you too Y/N.” He said into your shoulder. “I promise I won’t ever hurt you again.” You parted & planted a big kiss on his lips. 

You finally had your man back, & it’ll take a while to regain that trust that you once had, but what you two have now is more beautiful than you could ever ask for.


anonymous asked:

I failed the first quarter of a class in JrHS, so I made a fake report card. I did this every quarter that year. I forgot they mail home the end of year cards, and my mom got it before I could intercept with my fake. She was PISSED - at the school for their error. The teacher also retired that year and had already thrown out his records, so they had to take my mother's "proof" (the fake ones I made throughout the year) and "correct" the "mistake." I've never told her the truth.


Criminal 2.0

A/N: okay, so since I posted this pref (read that one first if you haven’t) I’ve gotten quite a few like 60 omg requests to do the other two. I’ve been waiting for 5soaumemes to post her Ashton au, but it’s been a while and the account’s been dark so I just posted the little description she provided where the au link should be and kinda made my own story off it. Hope ya enjoy! xo


au here }

“You coward! You cheating, lowlife piece of crap! You did this! She was my best friend!”

"That was a mistake. I admit it — we were drunk and I was horny and you and I were in a fight so I took her home. But it should’ve been YOU that assassin killed in bed next to me; that’s who he thought she was — you! I basically saved your life, y/n. You should be thanking me.”

“You didn’t even think of trying to save her? You just let her take my place? She was your friend too, you heartless bastard. If someone has it out for me they’re going to make sure the job’s done, and when they find out my body isn’t the one in the morgue, they’re gonna be after me again. She died for nothing.”

“Y/n, that assassin put that bullet through her temple before I could even register what was going on. And no, she didn’t die for nothing. Now you know someone’s after you. You can disappear; you have a head start. And of course I’m sad about her, but then I think about how that could’ve been you. I will always pick my girl above any one, any day.”

“Save your breath. I’m done listening to your shit. You’re going to pay for this, Clifford.”

“I don’t want things- woah, what are you doing with those matches?”

“Didn’t you think it smelled a little like gasoline in here?”

“Y/n. Don’t do anything you might regret.”

“We’ll meet again, Michael Clifford. Mark my words.”

“Don’t! Y/n—!”

A slow rock song drifts out of the old Camaro parked on the road in the middle of nowhere. Well, for Michael it was a very, very specific middle of nowhere. And coming back to the virtually unchanged dirt road and and miles of fields sprung open a dam of memories he wasn’t sure he wanted to revisit. 

He leans back with a heavy sigh and pulls out a pack and a lighter from his glove compartment. Lighting one, he holds in his first hit for a while before letting the smoke out in a lazy breath, letting his eyes slowly shut as the chemicals calm his nerves.

“You know those things will kill you.”

Michael jumps and his eyes fly open to see y/n crouching by his passenger door, arms resting across the half open window.

“True,” he admits, taking another drag, “but I don’t think cigarettes are the most pressing things on that list.”

She opens the door, sliding in as if it hasn’t been over two years since she’s sat shotgun. “Fancy seeing you here, Clifford.”

Michael smirks as he releases the parking brake, “cute, but you called me.”

“Just drive.”

He obeys, the loose gravel crunching under his tires, a cloud of dust picking up behind them.

“Nice location choice,” Michael comments mildly, nodding back toward the fields disappearing behind them.

Y/n smiles and watches her hand ride the wind out the open window, “I thought it was fitting; reuniting where we first met. Do you remember that day?”

“Oh yeah, I remember,” Michael chuckles, “I was trying disappear after a bank robbery gone wrong, and you were on the run with five grand worth of ecstasy.”

“Funny how we happened to run into each other in that wheat field, quite literally.”

“You scared the shit out of me. I probably would’ve shot you if my gun hadn’t flown from my hand when we collided.”

“And so our Bonnie and Clyde adventures began,” y/n laughs, sending a warm feeling through Michael that he would never admit he still experienced, “we were such amateurs back then: no idea how this type of life worked. Just desperate street rats with no other choice. Now look at us, a couple of seasoned scum-of-the-earths.”

Michael smirks, “speak for yourself. I consider myself a very special type of professional. So what’s been happening since er… last time we talked?”

Letting a puff of breath from between her lips, y/n replies, “well, I’ve spent the entire time dedicated to finding out who’s after me. I just got back a couple days ago, actually.”


“I found them.”


“They’re all dead now.”

Michael blinks in surprise, “Oh. Well, I really shouldn’t have expected any less from you.”

Y/n makes a face, “you know I don’t like getting into the whole killing business. I’m perfectly happy with the conning and robbing and underground markets. But after playing cat and mouse for six months I decided this wasn’t going to end until one of us was dead. So, I found out it was my old drug boss who was after me; apparently thought I knew too much to be allowed to live. But he underestimated me. It took me a while, but I took care of him and his entire inner circle, including the one who killed her. I avenged my best friend and got rid of my problems.”

A smile cannot help but spread across his face, “you’re fucking ruthless.”

“Like you’re any better.”

Before long they’re standing in a sterile-looking hallway while Michael fiddles with the door to his flat. He swings the door forward and lets y/n walk in before following and closing the door behind him softly.

“Nice place,” she comments, looking around.

“Business has been pretty good. Besides, my last place got a little smoked out.” Michael replies, throwing his keys on the coffee table and following her into the kitchen. She hoists herself onto the counter and faces him, swinging her legs like a toddler waiting for her doctor’s check-up. He leans back against the island right across from her, holding her gaze.

“Why are you here, y/n?”

She stretches her legs out and wraps them around his waist, tugging him toward her. He allows her to close the gap between them, his arms automatically running along her back down to her leather boots. She sneaks a hand under the back of his shirt and wraps the other around his neck. Neither would admit it, but all this felt too familiar — they fit together perfectly, like one murderous, criminal puzzle. Their noses are millimeters apart, both of them waiting to see how the other reacts.

“For you, of course,” y/n murmurs, daring to brush her lips ever so faintly across his, “darling.”

Michael shuts his eyes as the traces of a smile play across his lips. He untangles her legs from around him and pushes himself away, retreating to the living room. A soft thud announces that y/n followed suit. 

“Cut the crap and tell me,” Michael demands, looking out of the large window making up two walls of the room. New York life bustled below, looking like ants from the 23rd floor.

“I need your help,” y/n says, and after Michael shoots her raised eyebrows, she sighs, “it’s nothing really, so don’t get too excited. Just a bit of recon. I’m sure you could use with a little extra spending cash.”

“How much we talking?”

“Well after taking in the other two in your crew, little more than a mill, each.” Y/n shrugs, “I haven’t been able to plan a decent recon in a while since I’ve had other issues, and my piggy bank’s getting a little too low for my liking.”

“Sounds like you’re coming back with a pretty big cake targeted. You got a plan?”

Y/n shoots him a look as she strides over to join him at the window, “do you really think I would’ve shown up if I didn’t have everything already set? I just need more pairs of hands, though you would know mine are pretty efficient.” She winks.

Michael rolls his eyes, “let’s hear it then.”

“So we have a deal?”


“Get your team in here, then I’ll kiss and tell.”

It doesn’t take long for Michael’s crew to show up after he texts them about a potential multi-million gig. 

A knock sounds from the door, and Michael disappears and reappears with Calum and Luke in tow. 

“Alright, so what this talk about- what the fuck?” Luke stops dead in his tracks as he spots y/n on the couch, tv remote in one hand and a glass of red in the other.

“Nice to see you too, Lukey,” y/n drones, snapping the reality show off and placing the remote on the table.

“What’s she doing here?” Calum asks Michael, his brow furrowing. 

Michael ignores them and instead focuses on the footsteps approaching from the front hall, “there you are Ash! Wondering where you’d gone.”

“Who’s this?” Y/n asks, eyeing the curly blonde who just appeared up and down.

“Ashton Irwin, top-grade hacker. Joined us ‘bout a year ago.”

Y/n smiles and nods in greeting, “well, he certainly brings your crew’s average up.”

Luke rolls his eyes and Calum pretends to yack.

“So what’s this grand plan?” Calum asks.

“A vault is being transported from midtown New York to Brooklyn tomorrow afternoon. We, my dear boys, are going to steal it. I’ve already scoped out everything: security, logistics, blah blah blah. Nothing’s advanced since I left, so if Luke’s still as good of a shot as when I left him and you still know how to handle a muscle car, this should be a walk in the park.” she nods at Ashton, “I’m sure there’s going to be some coding on the vault, so you could be handy.”

“Hang on,” Michael chimes in, “how have you already scoped everything? You said you just got back a couple days ago.”

Y/n sighs impatiently, “you’re kidding me, right Mikey? In case you’ve forgotten, I am the best recon artist you have ever and probably will ever know. I may have been gone for a while but believe me, I don’t get rusty. Besides, we’re dealing with an armored truck- much more vulnerable and simple than an actual bank.” she eyes each boy individually, “have we ever failed a mission in which I was the brains?”

Michael sighs as they all shake their heads reluctantly, except for Ashton, who’s looking at her with an awe-struck look that makes Michael want to punch him.

She smiles, “well now that we’ve got that sorted, lets get down to business.”


“Who is that?” Ashton asks him, Luke, and Calum stand on the street corner and watch Michael help y/n into a taxi.

“That is y/f/n y/l/n,” Luke replies, eyeing y/n disappear down the avenue and Michael watch the retreating cab, “Mike’s ex. They met when they were like, 18 and became quite the evil masterminds. I mean, every illegal thing you can think of they’ve probably done, and neither of them have ever gotten caught.”

Calum chuckles, “yeah, they’re both the best, but she’s the best of the best. She’s so smart it’s scary, and she can get into people’s heads and read them like a book. She knows what they’re gonna do before they even know.”

Ashton chimes, “and she’s hot as hell.”

Luke laughs, “yeah, that’s true, but she’s psycho. Apparently Mike slept with her best friend and a hitman took her out that same night thinking it was y/n and y/n swore he’d pay for it. Don’t ask him about it though, he gets really touchy; he’s never even told Cal and me the whole story. We think he’s still into her.”

The three let the conversation die as Michael saunters back to them, ruffling his hair. 

“So what’d you think of the plan?” he asks.

Cal shrugs, “brilliant and fool-proof, as always. But..”

“But what?”

“Are you sure we can trust her?” Luke asks, “I mean, you guys aren’t on the best of terms..”

“Well,” Michael sighs, “the last time I saw her she was burning my house to the ground. But I think we’re both over it. She avenged her friend and I think after over two years she finally realized it wasn’t completely my fault. Besides, I can usually catch on when she has ulterior motives, but I think she’s telling the truth: she’s been gone for awhile and needs money. And she may be good, but it’s a multi-person job and we’re the best in the business.”

Ashton nods, “so we’re meeting at the bridge tomorrow?”

Michael grins and nods, “hope you’re ready to get a little richer, boys.”


It isn’t until y/n pulls into a dingy gas station that she lets her guard drop. She pulls up to one of the pumps and looks in the back seat at the stacks of cash occupying most of the space. 

She grins and pulls a crisp $100 bill from one of the stacks and steps out of the car, attaching the pump and making her way into the store. “God bless the rich and the stupid,” she sings to herself.

As if on cue her phone rings. ID: Michael.

“That was quick. I only just emptied and ditched the vault.” She croons as she hands the cash to the clerk, motioning to the only occupied pump outside and placing a pack of M&M’s on the counter.

“Calum is in jail. Again.” Michael’s voice is quiet, but the slight quaking reveals his anger. 

“Not my problem,” y/n replies, smiling at the clerk as he gives her her change, “but good luck getting him out. Word on the street says this is his final strike, so he won’t be walking out for the next what, fifty years at least? Sixty? Such a shame.”

“You sociopathic bitch!” Michael snarls, “you set us up!”

“What? Little ol’ me?” y/n asks, “I would never! I think Calum just needs to pay better attention to his tires. Oh, and congratulate Luke on his shooting; it was more than impressive today.”

“You carried this too far, y/n. He’s my best friend, and even if I can find a way to get him out, it could take years. And he’ll never be able to walk the streets again, ever! You’ve ruined everything!”

“Now you get a little glimpse of what I went through two years ago!” y/n snaps, unlatching the gas pump and slamming it back in the holster angrily, “I lost the only two people I trusted in one night and in more ways than one. Not only was my best friend murdered while sleeping with my boyfriend, I found out someone wanted my head on a platter. And what did you do about that? You told me to hurry up and get lost, that losing my best friend was something I should be thankful for.” She gets back into her car and pulls out of the station, “yeah, I did set you up. I wanted you to know what it feels to be betrayed and to have your best friend taken from you. But the difference here is you can get him back. Sure it may take time and things won’t be the same and he’ll never be able to walk free, but at least he can walk!”

"So that was what this whole thing was about? Getting even?”

“No. It was about making you understand. And giving you a wake up call that you can’t just think that things like this will disappear with time.”

“This isn’t over. You’re insane, you know that? Completely fucking insane.”

Y/n smiles as she heads down the empty highway, away from the commotion in the city, “you’re probably right. But not for the reasons you think.”

“Oh, so it gets worse?”

“Yeah, because even after everything you put me through, I still give a damn about you.”


“I’m in love with you, Michael Clifford.”

And before he can think of something to say, she cuts the call and leaves him on the phone. He knows this isn’t the last time he’ll hear from her, and he can’t decide whether he should dread or welcome the day they meet again.



{ out of luck and cash, you and your boyfriend Ashton start selling narcotics to pay the rent }



“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Ashton. I think he’s- wait, don’t close the door. I just need to talk-”

“I don’t want to talk about him anymore. It’s been almost a year, I’ve moved on from him and that life. I made sure I cut every tie cleanly and without a trace, just like he did with me.”

“I know, I know. You probably don’t even want to see me anymore. But something came up yesterday.”

“I don’t think I’m going to care much, Cal.”

“Just hear me out. I was at your guys’ old place for a reason I don’t want to get into, and I was taking a look around and found this stashed behind the bookshelf you decided to leave with the house.”

“That’s Ashton’s journal.”

“I know.”

“He would never, ever leave that behind.”

"I know. That’s the weird part. I felt kinda weird doing it, but I read the whole thing. There’s even a loose letter stuffed in there he wrote to you. It looks like he planned on leaving it out with his journal for you to find after he left and decided against it for whatever reason. I think you should take a look at it.”

“That’s probably not a good idea.”

“I really disagree with that.”


“Just read it. You’ll see.”



Y/n just got me this journal for Christmas. She said I should start keeping one ‘cause it’ll help clear the jumble of thoughts in my head when necessary. At least she says that’s what it does for her.

I’ll give it a shot then. She’s usually right about everything, and it’s not like I have anything better to do.



Spent New Year’s at some dingy pub with y/n and a few mates because money is tight, as usual. Y/n said she didn’t mind not going somewhere nicer but it still frustrates me that I can’t give the very best to my girl. We’re still in the same disgusting flat downtown that has no AC and a faulty lock on the front door, but that’s all we can afford barely. We both work ourselves raw and save in every way possible, but we still can’t make ends meet. There has to be some sort of secret to this that we don’t know.



Utility bills can burn in hell.



Our gas got turned off today, so we can’t even heat up the cans of soup we get from the discount shop. My manager had a luncheon over at the auto shop today though, so I brought home a bunch of really good Italian food; the first meal we’ve had in months that wasn’t out of an expired box or can. Y/n was so happy she set the table with candles and put out the only nice table settings we had. It wasn’t much, but seeing that smile on her face made it seem like I’d given her the world in a doggy bag. And it’s a good thing she put the candles out because our electricity also got cut. I fucking hate this dump.

I promised y/n I would find a way to get us a better life if it killed me, and she said she didn’t mind where we are as long as we’re together.

She’s my rock. I love her so much. 



Got fired today.


1/12/12… later

I told y/n and she didn’t get mad or yell at me or cry or anything, but I kinda wish she did. Instead she just sucked in a deep breath before nodding and saying “okay, it’s gonna be okay. We can figure this out, Ash. We always do.” She gave me a hug and went to our room to call her manager at the bakery to see if she could pick up any more shifts until I can find another job. She’s keeping it together, but when she was in the shower I think I heard her crying.

I don’t understand why she stays with me and puts up with all this. She deserves so much better than me. 



So I was out on the corner of Freedland and Argo St. today looking at the job ads and this kid comes up and asks me if I want Vicodin. I obviously didn’t, but I asked him how much, and he said $15 a pill. ONE PILL GOES FIFTEEN DOLLARS? And this kid pulled like six bottles out of his pockets! That’s more money in those bottles than y/n and I make in a month, and he says he goes through that much in a week. That bastard’s making $4,000 a month. 

I would never sell drugs though. Those things ruin lives and I will never, ever be apart of that.



Sorry I haven’t written in a while, but I’m working two jobs — day shifts at the movie theater and nights at the 24-hour market — and I’m always exhausted. Y/n’s working double at the bakery, so we don’t get to spend much time together. And when we do, we’re usually too tired to even talk.

Still not bringing in enough for the bills.



Got an eviction notice yesterday. We have three weeks to pay off our debts otherwise we have to leave. Y/n’s getting a tremor in her hand from all the stress and I hate myself for it.



I went back to that street corner and found the Vicodin guy again. I asked him who he works for, and he brought me to some back alley through a side door of a flat. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it was nicer than I expected — fully furnished, television, AC…

The kid brought me to the living room where a guy with an eyebrow piercing and electric green hair was sitting with a girl, grinding something into white powder. I felt really out of place when the kid (called Luke) told the green-haired guy (Michael) I was interested in dealing. He looked at me for a second and then asked me a bunch of questions about my personal life and stuff. I told him about my eviction issue and after another minute of scrutiny that felt like 10 years, he said I could start as a runner. Apparently that means I’m a delivery boy and get to keep 30% of what I get. He then made me swear to secrecy and warned me about how he handles backstabbers etc., so basically if I double cross him I can kiss most of my internal organs goodbye.

I start tomorrow. I haven’t told y/n.



Our landlord came to collect our dues today, and boy was he surprised when I pulled out a check to cover everything! Y/n was astounded, but I just told her I’d gotten promotions at both my jobs. She was so happy she cried and I took her out her favorite restaurant to celebrate.

I feel bad lying to her, but how do I tell her I’ve pulled in more than $2,000 in the last 3 weeks delivering weed and coke around the city?



It’s so nice having money. We don’t exactly bring in enough to be comfortable, but at least we aren’t drowning in loans. Y/n seems a lot happier. Her hair is shinier and last night when she was cleaning up the kitchen I heard her humming.

Also, Michael told me he wanted to promote me to dealing. Like, out on the streets making transactions and finding new clients, stuff like that. He said I’d make double what I am now, if not more. I told him I had to think about this one..

But it sure is nice having hot showers again.



It’s been a while since I’ve written, and wow are things different. First off, I’m one of the top dealers in the area now: I’m one of Michael’s “prized salesmen” as he refers to me, and Luke and I are becoming good friends as well. He even came over to our place and had dinner the other night and y/n adores him.

Speaking of which, we also got a new flat. We’re in the better part of the city now and I’m closer to Mike’s so I can be on-call if we need an extra opinion on a big deal or extra hands in cooking. It’s weird, I’ve been around this stuff for months now and I’ve still never tried any of it.

Except for the occasional blunt, but weed doesn’t count.

Anyways, things are looking pretty good now! Our new place is lovely compared to our last setup: fully furnished, a nice view of the Avenue, and a working lock on the front door. Y/n only works in the mornings now and went back to school to get her last few credits to become a teacher. We’re so much happier now and take drives (yeah we got a car too!) around our new part of town every evening and the sex is so good holy shit.

I haven’t told her the truth about my new job. It kills me to lie to her, but I can’t find a way to tell her that won’t make her pack up and leave. Besides, it’s a dangerous business so the less she knows, the safer she is.



Y/n found a bag of crystal and a PCP in my jacket pocket the other day. I had no other choice but to tell her the truth. At first she thought I was making it up at first and that I actually was taking all that stuff, but then I explained it all from the eviction notice to today. She was dumbstruck and just said she needed to go for a walk. That was two days ago. She won’t pick up my calls or answer my texts and I’m getting worried.



Y/n finally came back! I was getting so anxious and was considering calling the police, but then she walked in safe and sound. Apparently she’d been staying at a friend’s to clear her head and think things through (she swore she didn’t tell anything to her friend), and she’s okay with it! I mean, she yelled at me about lying to her for a whole year, but she even understood why I did that too. I couldn’t believe it! And not only that, she said she wants to help. My jaw almost hit the floor; my y/n, my innocent, beautiful, pure y/n wants in on our drug business? I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I’m taking her to Mike’s with me tomorrow. It’s not like I can say no now.



Again, it’s been ages since I’ve written, and so much has happened.

First off, y/n and I are now 100% involved in the business, and boy are we fucking good at it. When I took her to meet Mike he was a little hesitant on taking her on (I don’t blame him, she seems too good to take on this type of job) but boy did she prove us wrong. It took her only 3 months to overtake me as Mike’s favorite asset. She knows how to work the system and the people in it like a science. And since we work together we’ve become known as the “deadly duo” around town. It’s so weird! It’s like we were destined for this line of work. Is that even possible? To be destined to work in a drug ring? Luke said it was because it’s just another form of business, but y/n and I aren’t too sure.

Anyways, we’re not even part of Mike’s ring anymore. After awhile it was clear that Mike had control of the entire region when it came to selling, thanks to the help of me and y/n. He’s got hundreds at his beck and call now, and an endless amount of clients. So after a bit of discussion, we told Mike we were moving out of town and starting our own business. He was definitely disappointed, but we’ve all become good friends so he sent us off with good wishes, to me and y/n’s relief. We still stay in touch and ask second opinions from eachother.

So, y/n and I packed up our bags and moved to LA. Los Angeles! It’s so much different from Detroit, and even after a couple months, we feel a little out of place here. But we’ve set up shop and are steadily making our mark in this big city. Michael has a friend over here who knows the system well and he hooked us up, so he’s been a real help in settling us in. Mind you, he’s a weird one. His name’s Calum Hood and he’s his own branch of psycho genius. When we first met I asked if he was Filipino or something and I swear to Christ I thought he was going to shoot me and y/n right there. But now that we’ve gotten to know him more he’s a really great guy, as long as you don’t set him off, which can be hard to do.

Oh, and we bought an actual house! It’s near Hollywood and it has the most incredible view of the city. Y/n and I sit on our bedroom balcony and watch the sunset almost every night and just forget about the business for a bit. It’s one of my favorite things, and whenever I’m stressed about a deal or something, seeing her laugh while she’s leaning against me, looking over a view almost as beautiful as her, it remind me why I’m doing this in the first place, and it’s worth it. Every last bit of it.


It is so fucking hard to remember to write in this thing regularly, I have no clue how y/n does it. But this morning I came down to the kitchen and saw her sitting at the table with a cup of coffee and her journal, so I decided to join her. She’s playing footsie with me as we speak and her toes are cold!

Okay, so my business has turned international… Calum called me up a couple months back and asked if I wanted to take up a deal with some guys in Mexico. I was hesitant at first because it added international borders into the equation but I took it, and now I’ve got deals all over the place: Japan, Germany, Australia, Brazil… It’s getting really dangerous because the people I deal with have violent means of negotiation, and I’m really starting to worry that they’re gonna start bringing issues here.

That’s another issue — y/n doesn’t know about any of the international business. When we’re not working on our LA sector, I’m on 3AM calls with the Italian ring and trying really, really hard to keep all of this separate from our home here. There’s no way I would tell y/n. She would dive in head-first, and if anything happened to her…

Y/n’s looking at me weird. Guess I’m pulling a face while writing this.

She’s really pretty in the morning.



I really regret going global. It’s getting out of hand.



I fucked up big time and managed to piss off an entire Chinese mafia. They’re coming after me, so I have to disappear otherwise they’re going to show up on our doorstep with god knows what on their agenda. I can’t take y/n with me. I can’t ask her to put herself in danger like that. She deserves the world kissing her feet, not stabbing her back. I can’t even tell her about leaving, so if they do come after her she won’t have much value to them so hopefully they won’t hurt her. 

This could all go so wrong.



I told Calum about the whole situation, and he agrees that dropping out for a while is the best option. He’s going to be the only person I stay in direct contact with, just so I have eyes and ears on the inside, but I don’t plan on even calling him much. He’s just too close to home and it’s too risky. He said he’d tell Mike because we know he can be trusted, and it’ll be good to have someone out east helping out too. I’m leaving tomorrow while y/n is out with Cal. He promised to watch out for her until it’s safe for me to come home.

I think it would hurt less to carve my heart out with a butter knife.



My y/n,

So I assume you read this whole book, and I am so sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t provide you with everything you deserve; I’m sorry I dragged us into this mess of a lifestyle; I’m sorry I’ve lied to you so many times;  I’m sorry I abandoned you. If you hate me by now, I don’t blame you. 

But I want you to know that out of all the shit I’ve experienced, leaving like this is the hardest, most painful thing I’ve ever done. You are my world, baby doll. There’s very few things that could make me leave you like this, and the possibility of you getting hurt because of me is one of them.

I messed up darling. Big time. And now I have to fix things so they don’t even get the chance to get anywhere near you. I hope I’ll be back soon and I’ll explain everything if when I get home.

I’m going to make it home. I’m going to make it back to you. We’re going to grow old together and start a family and watch the sunrise and be safe. 

I love you, I love you, I love you. Wait for me. I love you. 



“Hello, this is Calum.”


“y/n. So I assume you read the journal?”

“Cover to cover, and it changes everything.”

“I’m sorry y/n, I wish I could’ve hinted sooner, but I promised Ashton I would keep you out of it, but you were still hurting so much and once I read through it I couldn’t keep it from you-”

“It says you’re the only one in contact with him, so spill.”


“Tell me everything.”


A/N: so there ya have it! Sorry I’ve been so inactive lately but school’s currently kicking my ass. Please please please drop by my [ ask ] and tell me what you thought; hopefully you liked it as much as the first ones! Requests are welcome as well.

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I’m looking through VändettA’s cmvs and I’m watching Kiss the Girl for the first time in ages and omg it’s been so long?? We’re so tiny like I think I’m 16 or something in that one haha and we made so many beginner mistakes, like my favourite is that you can see the script lying around in several scenes pff

Why is OMGChad's Hair So Red?

Okay let me just check my ask box

Jimmy my flippin' TIMBERS, okay okay! Apparently there’s some Chappers out there who’s got hair redder than a baboon’s favourite red balloon. BUT WHO IS THIS GUY?! Time for some ENHANCED INTEROGATION, Straight from the source!

Having no luck in that route, I headed straight to my PokeMindcrack-dex to find the answer to this vexom minx

My god… of course! How could I be so dumbo? OMG-Chadus, one of the rarest and reddest mindcrackers out there! But how did his hair get so not blue? So awkward yellow and opposite green? It could have been anything!

From a classroom experience in school…

To a life-changing day out…

To a tragedy at his first day at work…

Or even a simple mistake in a music shop!

But no, we all know the real reason. It happened far in the past, when CHoD made a deal with the devil. In exchange for stellar LP skillz and the ability to assemble weekly recap videos, Taz was cursed! Cursed to become a flame haired red machine that LPs by day… and serves REDHOT JUSTICE BY NIGHT, for this man, this myth, this monster


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*possible spoilers ahead for people still watching the new season of orange is the new black*

this season was insane, but the thing that actually made me the most angry (after the death of one of my fave characters omg) was tiffany (doggett) forgiving her rapist, making it seem like he made a mistake etc. at first i thought she forgave him to put what happened behind her and try to forget about it, move on kinda thing, but then they kissed, she said she didn’t want officer rapist to quit his fucking job….after he said it’s taking all his will not to fuck (rape) her right there…….. @ writers, why???

Mr. Lester

Summary: Dan really likes being Mr. Lester.

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Phan (Dan Howell and Phil Lester)

Warnings: None that I can see, but if you need something tagged, please let me know

Words: 629

Author’s Note: This is based off a headcanon I saw that went something along the lines of “Imagine Dan saying ‘Hello, Internet. My name is Dan Lester’ and then saying nothing else about it.” I can’t remember where I fount the headcanon, but yeah. Hope you like it!

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okay so everyone has heard about the Rolling Stones article, everyone has heard what the boys have to say and, whether bits were left out or not, they have behaved disgustingly. By this I don’t mean the fact that they’ve slept with girls, that’s their business and, to be honest, good on them if they’re getting some. I mean they way they spoke, it is NOT ok to talk about these girls like they are objects and to talk about them in the way they did, there is no excuse for talking about girls like they’re toys and basically saying that they took advantage of the fact that the fans would sleep with them. These girls probably feel really vulnerable and stupid right now, they’re not stupid in any way and yes, they would’ve wanted to do whatever they liked with the boys but this fact does not, and will never, make it okay for them to be spoken about in that way and I really would’ve hoped that the boys know that. Another point to this article seems to be the way we, as fans, are spoken about. This part breaks my heart the most because we’re meant to be a family, we’re called the 5sos fam because we’re meant to be more than just fans, we’re meant to be different and support each other. I think it’s wrong that 90% of the fam have been disregarded as obsessed teenage girls, implying that we are shallow, don’t care about that music and that the boys would rather have a different fanbase (at the point I would like to remind the boys that we got you to this point and we haven’t given up on you so show us some fucking respect because we’ve helped you as much as you’ve helped us). This dislike of female fans brings me onto a much bigger topic of feminism. But how could music and feminism be related??? Let me explain. In this day and age, nearly 2016, bands and boybands are mocked and dismissed for having a fanbase that is a majority of females. This is so ingrained in modern culture that even the bands themselves would rather have males fans than female ones. Why are men still taken more seriously, still more respected and approved of than women? It takes the approval of men for society, for the press, for the band themselves to think they’ve proved themselves and people need to see how wrong that is. Women and girls are still being told that their opinion is not as important as a man’s and that they are shallow and could only possibly like a band featuring guys if they’re good looking. But it’s not true. Every single person in the fam is here for the music, admittedly some more than others but there wouldn’t even be fans if there wasn’t music. People need to wake up and realise that nothing, absolutely nothing, should have to be approved of by a guy to matter and to be a proper thing, who’d have thought that girls actually matter just as much, that their opinions are just as important and should be taken just as seriously. These matters are called equality (gasp) and that means that every single person should be equal, it’s called feminism (double gasp). What people don’t realise is that, feminism is needed even in music because, if it wasn’t needed, we wouldn’t have a journalist and four men in a band, who are respected by millions, who have saved lives and inspired people, disregarding the importance and the quality of their largely female fanbase. Aside from this pressing topic, the whole article reveals/portrays the boys as fame hungry individuals who neither care about the fans they have nor what they have to do to gain more fame. There’s no doubt that the interview obviously hasn’t shown the boys up in a good light, however this also does reflect themselves as real people. It leads me to wonder whether this is the most honest they’ve been in the past few years, we’ve always seen them as caring and lovely, open-minded and respectful but maybe that’s not who they are anymore. It genuinely upsets me that, even after all this time they don’t seem to realise that what they say affects the fans and that, the 5sos fam is mainly young women, their fans are conscientious and they do the right thing. We’ve defended them at every opportunity, spent our time on them and, money aside, we’ve given them our hearts and our trust to create a safe place for us all to be. The fam includes people who are different to other people, those with mental illnesses, physical difficulties and everything in between. A while ago, Michael became our advocate for this when he opened up to us and I would’ve hoped that the article addressed this more than it did because it’s important; rather than saying how much they effectively disliked (for want of a better explanation) the fans they have compared to what they would consider a better group of people, the could’ve talked about the fact that they’ve changed millions of people’s lives. I’ll leave on this, one of my friends said, we’re family, not fans, because family help each other and we stick together, that’s why we’re different, that’s why they’re different. She’s right, I had problems in the past that I’m still dealing with but without the band I’d be in a much worse position, it’s the same for so many people. I struggle to cope with the fact that the same band who have been a part of the butterfly project, something that’s helped me over the past couple of years, is the same band who was in this article. People need to wake up because it’s not  okay what they said and it never will be, no matter how out of context some of those things are inexcusable and, as a family, we need to show them that. To use their own lyrics ironically, carry on, out last the ignorance. And I hope with everything in me that this is going to get better.                                                                                                                                 OMG SLAY ABBY!!! Lol bet you didn’t know there were two of us. I’d just like to add that the way they talk about sex is vile. It’s the twenty fucking first century and there shouldn’t be a stigma around talking about sex. But that doesn’t mean that you can start bragging or degrading the people you’ve slept with. Obviously I’m not naive and I know they sleep with girls and honestly I don’t care. But as someone that’s made mistakes sexually and been made to feel like trash after I think the way they speak about it is disgusting. If I see one more fan say ’ oh but they got to fuck 5sos’. When they agreed (and I hope they both gave consent or else that’s a whole different matter) they didn’t expect to be spoken about publicly in an article. The fact they think just because they are famous they can talk about it like that be proud about it is wrong. The fact that they think they believe we are the naive as to stand by them after they said stuff like that even more shocking. In all honestly the saddest part about is this is clearly who they really are. I feel like the last few years have been a joke and they are all laughing at us. When I joined the fam they were 4 boys who put their music and fans first. It’s a sad day to see such caring boys turn into fame hungry assholes.