omg it took longer than i wanted and i just


If they all had journals I would definitely want to read them all. Also, I didn’t draw Jacob or Evie because I haven’t played or seen how they act (And I also haven’t really seen Arno but I just went with my French instincts)

For the french people: Je suis vraiment désolé pour ce stéréotype sur les Français, à propos de la baguette et du “Sacrebleu!”. Mais ça me fais toujours autant rire.

Basic HUD circles in After Effects

I’ll be showing how to make simple HUD (heads-up display) circles (aka futuristic circle things) in After Effects (and without using keyframes) like these:

This tutorial is designed for people with little experience with After Effects, so theres a lot of extra explanations

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anonymous asked:

I read your tags on that byeler post and holy shit i love u this made my day like this day just started but i wont read anything better, pls do tell more

OH MY GOD THANK YOU???!!!!! that whole thing took me like 45 minutes to write oh my god, its so nice to be noticed for once haha (also ur day just started? I’m so glad I made ur whole day lmao. It’s currently nighttime where I am.) Anyway, tumblr deleted like half of my tags from that post cuz I guess I wrote too many? idk man, it was horrible, whenever I tag posts I always check it on my blog to see if it worked correctly cuz tunglr.cob is always messing things up and BOI WHEN I SAW THAT I WAS FUCKING LIVID OH MY GOD U HAVE NO IDEA. Ok so I’m going to try and recreate my tags below from memory, in bulleted form. they won’t be exact but I’ll try my best (here’s the post now go read my tags if u haven’t seen them lol) 

If you ask mike, it was only lasted a few days, and the rest of the gang looks into the camera like they’re on the office

At first, mike is pretty nervous about the topic, like he’s super worried (mike: do u h8 me bc I like bois 2???)

(Literally everyone at once: are you serious?? Have you seen will, That boy is gay as fuck.) (will didn’t say the second part he was not ready for that, ya boi was shook)

Mike is “low-key” relieved (and by low-key I mean extremely high key that boy literally collapsed on the couch from relief)

(Dustin: Mike seriously?? We’re ur best friends how could we possibly hate u??)

Even if any of them did have qualms, they wouldn’t show it. They were all outcasts, and they stuck together no matter what

Lets be real tho, they probably didn’t they are all best friends and love each other unconditionally

Mike hasn’t told anyone that he has a crush on will (eleven: Crush?? Mike ur literally in love with him.) he actually begs eleven not to tell them (Mike: Please, you can’t say anything to them, I’m not ready yet.)

Eleven agrees, but internally she’s all like: Mike, they already know, ur so fucking obvious, Lmao.

Except will tho, will low-key (read: high key) loves mike too, but neither of them have realized it yet because they’re both oblivious idiots

Everyone sees that they’re in love except for them and its so infuriating

Eleven has to endure mikes “pining phase” for MONTHS b4 she basically forces them into a room together (alone) to confess

She has to for her own sanity (but also because she wants her bffs to be happy.)

But seriously if mike didn’t say anything soon she would have to kill him and then herself (yikes, he was actually that bad lol)

Will went through a pining phase too (his started about a year b4 mike and eleven broke things off) although instead of pestering Lucas, Dustin, or Max about it he literally has 3 (three) spiral notebooks (college ruled, not that wide ruled bullshit) full of doodles of Mike with hearts around his head (and a fourth one in progress)

He was supposed to be using them for schoolwork, but he gets distracted a lot in class

No one (NO ONE) Is allowed to see those notebooks except for will himself

(Max, probably: Hey will can I borrow you’re notes, I lost mine? Will, slamming notebook #4 shut: NO! Max: *is visibly shook*)

poor Joyce has no idea why he keeps going through so many notebooks?

Anyway, the whole gang is together for a sleep over in mike’s basement (where else would they be?) and eleven takes mike aside and tells him that he has to tell will 2nite or she will fucking scream (she’s totally not kidding)

Mike: but what if he doesn’t like me back?? He’ll probably hate me if I tell him that…… 

Eleven: mike ur so stupid omg he fucking likes u back ok trust me

(She caught a glimpse of notebook #2 a while back when she and mike were nearing the end of their relationship, and she never told anyone.To this day, will doesn’t know that she saw it)

Mike: *skeptically* ok but even if that’s true I cant just say it in front of everyone

Eleven scoffs, drags mikes by the wrist over to will, drags will by the arm and basically throws them both into the bathroom and locks them in with her powers


Eleven: nope :) (how does she do that this is a verbal conversation) not until you tell him.

Will, a very confused boy: huh? Tell me what? Mike what the fuck is going on?!?! What is she talking about??

Mike eventually confesses everything to will (except the pining phase, that was fucking embarrassing)

(Eleven tells him about it later, and mike tries to deny it, but will thinks its so cute???? Like so cute he wants to puke hearts??? But that might just be the butterflies in his stomach)

Mike tries to be smooth when he’s confessing to will but he’s a stuttering fucking mess

Will is so shooketh he doesn’t know what to do with himself so he just grabs mikes hand and says “me too” (he’ll deny it later, but he was on the verge of tears pretty much the whole time)

Mike smiles like the big goofy idiot he is, and eleven, seemingly satisfied opens the door

The gang claps and cheers, and mike and will are confused. Then they look down at their hands, with their fingers still intertwined and are more confused

Lucas: took you long enough

Mike and will: ????????????????

Dustin grabs them by the shoulders and pulls them into a group hugThey stay like that for at least 10 minutes, mike and will hugging each other in the middle, and everyone else crowding around them

Mike pecks will on the cheek and then whispers into his ear quietly: “I love you so fucking much, Will.”

Will Is basically a tomato at this point, a happy tomato, but a fucking tomato nonetheless. (Mike had never seen him so red)

He buries his face into mikes chest, and whispers back: “I love you, too, Mike” (mike blushes almost as red as will)

The others pretended not to notice this little exchange, but oh god did they notice, and it was the cutest fucking thing they’ve ever seen

After awhile they break apart, because its getting hot in mike’s basement

mike and will are left standing outside the bathroom door, still hugging each other. (Neither of them wanted to let go just yet)

Will holds on to mike like his life depends on it, and eventually he hears “Jesus will I can’t fucking breathe”

Will lets go immediately, and mike puts an arm around his shoulder and leads him to the couch

Every one is waiting for them, and no one can stop smiling (especially mike and will, god, those 2 are so fucking in love with each other its not even funny)

this took me way longer than I thought it would omg. I added a few things that weren’t in the original tags that got deleted but they fit in pretty nicely? idk lol I thought it made it that much cuter haha. This was originally supposed to be just a response to the post but I got a little carried away. Tbh I probably put more effort into writing this than I put into my actual homework that I get actual fucking grades on lmao (help). Speaking of which, I have homework that I have to go do now, hahaha. hope u like it lololol

siriusisntdead  asked:

💖 i love this idea omg

thank you bailey !! also sorry this is way longer than 500 words lmaoo I couldn’t stop myself

Marcus swiped his cloth over the surface of the counter; he knew he was a wizard and could use a charm to clear up the spilled foam dotted over the surface, but he felt that took away the novelty of working in a bar. He’d visited his fair share of Muggle bars, and he wanted to treat The Three Broomsticks the same way. Just as they were approaching closing time, mopping up the discarded glasses and scrunched up napkins while the stragglers drunkenly rambled on about their favourite Quidditch player was Marcus’ favourite time. He felt like he was in his zone; so when the door squeaked open twenty minutes from closing, Marcus couldn’t help the groan that fell from his lips.

But he also couldn’t help the inquisitive tilt his head made when he realised who it was that walked through the door. “Wood?” He asked, resting his hands on the counter as he watched Oliver saunter over to the counter. Slightly drunk or overly-content, Marcus couldn’t tell.

“Marcus,” Oliver acknowledged, nodding his head as he took a seat right in front of the boy behind the bar. “Firewhisky, please, I’m celebrating.”

Marcus rolled his eyes, huffing as he went to pour the drink for Oliver. “We are closing in literally twenty minutes. If I didn’t know you I definitely would kick you out. Anyway, what are you celebrating?”

“Charming, you’re the best bartender I’ve ever come across,” Oliver smiled, accent thick and sarcasm oozing like honey from his utterance.

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Temporary Fix-Part 3

Fratboy/Friends With Benefits Luke Imagine

Summary: In order to stay away from you like his frat brothers want he is going to have to break you. But staying away might be harder than he ever could have imagined. Though perhaps the only person who ever believed in him can’t believe any more.

A/N: I decided to split what was going to be this whole thing into two separate parts, so the smut will all be in the next part (sorry) so request for it if you want it sooner! However get ready for a roller coaster of emotion in this one omg. Thanks to everyone who requested for this part. I’m sorry it took longer than planned, but I put a lot of time and effort into this so I hope you like it! Happy reading:)

Approx. 3.3k words

|Part One| |Part Two|


“I just don’t understand.” You sighed, a glass of red wine in your hand as you confessed your feelings to your roommate. “I woke up and he was gone with no explanation and he hasn’t been answering my calls ever since. He even ditched the classes we have together. It was all going so well and I blew it.” You huffed taking a sip of your drink as Lola looked at you with empathy.

“Well you did scream that you loved him during climax. That could have done it.” Lola chuckled and you shot her a glare. “What can you do Y/N, men are rats. He took what he wanted and now he’s trying to ditch you.”

“That’s the thing though! I was so sure we were genuinely clicking. I mean we haven’t been apart and then suddenly this…it’s just weird and I’m not buying it.”

“Hun, he’s Luke Hemmings. Did you really think he would be the one?”

You stared into the glass filled with hypnotic burgundy liquid, your eyebrows knit into a hard line as you thought. “He made me feel like he could’ve been.” You finally spoke, tears invading the back of your eyes.

Lola sighed, taking a swig from her own drink before speaking. “I wasn’t going to tell you this because I really think you need to get over this asshole, but if you feel so strongly about him then I might as well help you out.”

“Okay?” You looked at her inquisitively as she pulled her phone out and began scrolling. She held the phone out to you where Calum Hood’s twitter page was open. He was in the same fraternity as Luke and had tweeted a picture of him and Luke with their arms around each other, holding beers in one hand and a ping pong ball in the other captioned:

@calumhood: anyone who plays me and @lukehemmings in beer pong is going down. #champsofthehouse

“They’re having a party tonight?” You asked, hurt that Luke was out partying without bothering to ask if you wanted to come, or at the very least return one of your many messages.

“Yeah. And Calum DM’d me about an hour ago asking if I wanted to come. Of course I said no because you, me, and Leonardo DiCaprio are having a night in.” She started, but noticing the hopefulness in your eyes she reconsidered. “But maybe we should go out instead and show these boys what they’re missing.” She laughed and you giggled, throwing your arms around her in gratitude. “I know the perfect outfit for you. You’ll look so hot, Luke won’t be able to look at anyone ever again.”


The party was the same as usual. Today’s top hits remixed into something almost unrecognisable blared from the speakers as sweaty bodies moved through the large rooms. This time, Lola didn’t leave your side as the two of you searched for Luke. She had picked out a cute black cocktail dress for you, accented with red to match your crimson shoes and lips. You looked amazing, and you could tell that there were a few eyes on you tonight. Suddenly, Lola gasped and pulled you through the crowd, her grip on your arm like iron.

“Calum!” She waved to the dark skinned boy, clad in a gray muscle shirt and black snapback.

“Lola, hey.” He gave her a small hug before his gaze landed on you, his whole posture stiffening, as if you were the last person on the planet he expected to see here tonight.

“Y/N, what are you doing here.” He spoke, his voice carrying a worried edge that proved your theory.

“I’m here with Lola. Not with Luke, if that wasn’t obvious.” You scoffed. “Where is he anyway?”

“He, uh, he’s not feeling to good. I think the alcohol was getting to his-”

“Hey Cal!” Michael Clifford, another fraternity brother, interrupted as he bounded down the staircase holding the hand of a beautiful dark skinned girl. “Tell Luke to get out of his room, I need to use it next!” He smirked, throwing his arm around his pick of the night.

“Not feeling well huh?” You raised your eyebrows as Calum gave Michael a ‘shut the fuck up’ stare. “I guess I’ll go check on him then.” You moved passed the two boys, but Calum followed you, stumbling over his words as he tried to distract you from searching for Luke. You only rolled your eye as you made your way into Luke’s room, turning the handle and entering the dimly lit room.

The first thing you say was long brown hair cascading down a nude back that bounced up and down. Second, your eyes fell on the broad blonde boy beneath her who looked like he was having the time of his life. His hands were on her waist, guiding her hips, the same way he had done the first time you hooked up here in this very room.

“Luke?” You meant for your voice to sound strong, but it came out as barely a whisper. But it was enough to catch Luke’s attention, his dilated blue eyes meeting yours and widening as he realized he’d been caught.

“Y/N, I, uh, I can-”

“Let me guess, you can explain? Yeah so can I.” You whispered, your voice hardening with every syllable. You couldn’t bare to be in the same room as him right now, so you turned on your heel and ran out of the room, holding back the tears that you knew were coming.

Luke slid out from underneath the brunette girl, quickly sliding on some sweatpants and chasing after you, ignoring the girl’s whining protests.

“Y/N! Y/N wait!” He called, pushing people out of the way as he ran after you. He caught up with you at the top of the stairs, grabbing your wrist and turning you around. Your face was streaked with mascara and his heart broke as he took in your crumbled state.

“What! What could you possibly have to say!?” You yelled, not caring who heard you.

“It wasn’t like that!”

“Bullshit, it was exactly like that!” You hissed, yanking your hand from his grip. “You’re exactly like that. You’re exactly the douchebag, asshole, frat guy I knew you were.” You paused, wiping a stray tear from your cheek as he stared at you, his face void of any emotion as you yelled at him. “You’re pathetic Luke and I can’t believe I ever let myself give you the time of day.”

Luke could feel every eye on him as you yelled at him, but the set of eyes that were particularly burning into him was that of the fraternity president. He stared at him with a look that screamed “finish it” and so with a heavy heart, Luke spoke the words that he knew would condemn him to life without you.

“But baby, it was only temporary. You were nothing special.”

A small gasp left your mouth at his words and Luke swore he could feel his heart breaking.

“I don’t ever want to see you again.” You seethed and in one swift movement, Lola had wrapped her arm around you and was pulling you out of the hellish fraternity house.

Luke watched in agony as you left, driven away by his pride and cowardice, the only girl he had ever had any sort of real feelings for. Jesse dapped him on the back. “Good work mate. Couldn’t have done it better myself.” He said with a sly smirk.

“Whatever man.” Luke shrugged his shoulder away before snatching up his hoodie and walking away, out the back door of the house and into the cold night air, snagging a bottle of bourbon fem the countertop on his way out. He needed to clear his head and right now a long, lonely walk with a large bottle was the only thing that would help him forget your tear stained face. You were the one and he had thrown it away for a group of dudes that smelled like pizza and beer. As Luke walked around the deserted campus, he couldn’t help but think he had just made a huge mistake.


In the days that followed, life seemed to go on as it had before Luke had ever entered your life. You spent your friday nights studying and watching old reruns of your favorite shows instead of out at the biggest parties on campus. On weekdays you walked to and from class, displaying little energy in between. Luke rarely showed up to class and when he did you made sure to stay as far away from him as possible. Although, his very presence in the same room as you had your heart aching and your mind racing as you tried your best to ignore him. Honestly, you didn’t know why you were still so beat up about the whole thing. The two of you hadn’t even been officially together, so it’s not like he had really cheated on you. But to you, it felt like he had. He had betrayed your trust and even if you weren’t official, you were something. He was an almost. An almost something, you thought. And you two had almost worked until he had thrown it all away. Maybe that was his plan all along. Perhaps you really had meant nothing to him. Perhaps you really were meant to be temporary. Still, your heart hurt over him and there was nothing you could do to change that. It was the worst though, when he would flirt with the other girls in the class. It stung a little that he did it so obviously right in front of you. It reminded you too much of that fateful night in the fraternity house when you had seen him with that other girl. But you tried your best not to let it get to you. You had to accept that whatever it was you had had with him was now over and it was time for you to focus your attention elsewhere.

It was quite rainy out when you left your dorm room to walk to your literature class and unfortunately this was one of the other classes you had with Luke, meaning you had to put on a brave face and risk seeing him today.
He was sitting in his usual seat, two in from the aisle, and had you been on speaking terms, it was the spot you would have sat right next to. But you wanted to position yourself as far away from the blonde frat boy as you could, so you took a seat in the very front row of the classroom. You didn’t want to tempt yourself to even look at him. The seminar was boring today, as your teacher Professor Ramirez lectured on the newest classroom material which just so happened to ironically be Romeo and Juliet. Classic. You were hardly listening to the teacher as he droned on about iambic pentameter and the importance of critical analysis. It wasn’t until you heard the familiar accented voice gracing your ears that you began to pay attention.

“Uh, can you repeat the question?” Luke asked and you almost grinned in delight. Luke didn’t know anything about literature and you couldn’t wait to hear him botch this question in front of the entire class.

“I said, Mr. Hemmings, what element of Romeo and Juliet can we most learn from today?” Professor Ramirez asked again.

“Well.” Luke began. “I think we have plenty to learn from them. They found love and they held onto it, and isn’t that what we’re supposed to do? I mean, love like that doesn’t come around every day and when it does I think you need to grab it and never let it go. In fact, I think what led to their eventual demise was Romeo’s own stupidity. He let his pride get in the way of truly loving the one person who had done everything to be with him. He could have ignored what society told him to do, should have put down his sword and ran back to Juliet but instead he was prideful and he fucked everything up for both of them. The real lesson here is to cherish the people that love you and to put them before yourself. Love is rare and Romeo didn’t deserve Juliet, yet she loved him still. He should have done everything he could to make her happy.” He finished and the classroom was quiet. You couldn’t believe what you had just heard. Could he be talking about you? Or was he playing you once again? Trying to make you fall for him so that he could keep on torturing you? Your heart couldn’t take all the games. You had to get out of here. In one swift move you grabbed your backpack and ran out of them room. You saw Luke struggle to get up as well but you didn’t care, you just kept going. Tears brimmed your eyes as the fresh air hit you. You heard footsteps running behind you, but you didn’t dare look back as you sprinted across the campus.

“Y/N!” You heard Luke calling after you. “Y/N wait!” He caught up to you in a matter of moments, his long legs out running yours. His hand was on your shoulder as he turned you around to face him.

“What!” You screamed in his face, throwing your arms up. “What more could you possibly want from me?!”

“I just need you to hear me out okay?”

“No! I don’t want to hear anything you have to say to me.”

“Goddamnit Y/N will you stop being dramatic for two seconds and listen to what I have to say?” He yelled, silencing you. He ran a hand through his hair, searching for the right way to start explaining, almost as if he hadn’t thought he was going to get this far.

“Okay explain. Explain why you suddenly dropped me out of nowhere and embarrassed me in front of all those people. Explain why you led me on for so long just to turn around and break my heart. Explain why you were with that other girl that night instead of me!  Admit it Luke, you used me. You used me and then ditched me, just like everyone said you would ”

“I did no such thing!” He yelled in protest.

“Then what is it? What could possibly explain what you did?”

“It’s just, it’s complicated okay?”

“You know what else is complicated? Us. You made a mess of me and the stupidest part is that I knew you would! You manipulated me for your own gain and you made me feel like maybe we had a chance. But I guess that’s how life works. Sometimes you give everything to someone who doesn’t even want it. This could never have worked, even if you had wanted it to.” Your voice was weak from yelling and the tears in the corner of your eyes threatened to spill at any moment as you stared at Luke. You expected him to laugh at you like he had that night at the party, but instead he took two steps closer to you, almost closing the gap between you, his sapphire eyes hypnotic as he stared down at you.

“No, you listen to me. I know that I hurt you and I promise there’s a reason I said what I said, as untrue and fucked up as it was. But you have to understand, everyone I’ve ever been close to I’ve managed to detach myself in some horrible way or another and frankly even thinking about the idea of you and me as a couple all I see are problems for us. And not the small, oh he forgot to pick up some milk from the grocery store problems, no. I’m talking about panic in the streets and complete and utter world chaos problems. I’m talking riots and disasters that can’t even begin to be comprehended and let’s be honest we would be setting ourselves up for an avalanche of emotional chaos that neither of us will know how to handle in the slightest and I’m sorry but you know what? I’m in.” He heaved, looking at you with such intensity that you had to look away. “You hear me Y/N? I’m in for all of it. I want you so bad that even beginning to think about being without you makes me crazy. You’re worth all the pandemonium because you know what? I love you. I love you Y/N.” He took your face in his palms as he studied your face and waited for your reaction.

Your head was spinning at his words and even though they were exactly what you wanted you couldn’t get the picture of him with another girl out of your head. Couldn’t stop hearing his voice telling you that you were not special to him. A tear rolled down your cheek as you opened your mouth to speak.

“Please Luke, stop with the games.”

“What?” He rasped, confusion written all over his face.

“I had fun with you Luke, I did.” You started, moving his hands from your cheeks.

“That’s good! We can still have fun.” He tried, sensing your detachment.

“I believed in you Luke. Somehow I believed that you would change for me even after all the shit you’ve done to prove me wrong I still thought we could be different. God, I put myself out there for you! I never go to parties or stay out drinking or sneak guys into my dorm, but guess what? I did all of that for you! And for what? To be tossed aside the moment you sensed danger.” You cried, desperately trying to compose yourself. You would not break down in front of him. Not again.

“No, no, no I didn’t come here to argue with you.”

“No you came to cut and run. I know your type Luke.” You scoffed, turning to walk away but he grabbed your arm and turned you back around to face him.

“Y/N please! I just…I need you to believe in me again.” His voice was desperate. He needed you to stay, needed you to say you’d give him another chance. He couldn’t let you walk away from him again.

“You used me.”

“I didn’t use you, you have to know that. Please you have to believe me!” He begged.

“And why should I? All you’ve done is lie to me and the worst part is that I knew you would and I still allowed myself to be with you. But you know what Luke? You’ve sold your soul so many times no one’s buying anymore. Not even me.”

“That’s bullshit you love me.” His eyes were icy as he stared at you and you wanted so badly to believe him. But this time you had to protect yourself and you couldn’t let yourself get hurt. Not again and not by him.

“How could I love someone I don’t even know?” You whispered, your words stopping his protests. You gave him a sympathetic look as he stared at you, his entire demeanor broken.

“Goodbye Luke.” You spoke with solidarity as you turned from him, walking across the campus and back to your dorm, hiding the tears that freely flowed down your face now. You hadn’t broken in front of him, so why did you still feel like you had just lost everything?


Part Four


Why Can’t We be Like That?

Part I // Part II / Part III

Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst (i’m so sorry)

Word Count: 4153


Your love was a secret. A love shadowed by his fake relationship with a fellow idol in order to protect his career and fame. You thought that loving him was enough, but when insecurities finally find its way out, you couldn’t endure the pain any longer. Maybe, it was better for both of you to be apart after all.

//FINALLY THE LAST PART OF THE SHORT TAE ANGST! I’m sorry this took longer than usual but I just couldn’t get my feelings right these days and I had a hard time (considering i’m still a newbie writer and didn’t want to disappoint) but omg i’m sorry this turned out quite differently than planned, I was really feeling the writer mood today and somehow it ended up this way and although i liked it i’m not sure if you will but I still do hope you do^^ So once again this is Part III of Why Can’t We be Like That ^^//

It was crazy how fate played with the two of you like you were pawns in a chess game.

Everything was going so well for a whole week. Hanbin has stayed by your side and kept you company as a close friend would do, and somehow helped you get Taehyung off your head for a few hours in a day. However, in one night, all those times were quickly forgotten when you locked eyes with the only person who made your heart beat faster than anything in this world.

You had gone out with Hanbin on a friendly dinner, insisting on treating him out in compensation for all the nights you have ranted out on him which probably caused him more stress than he deserved. You had told him about what happened between you and Taehyung, and how he had chosen his work over you. Although you didn’t mention his name or job, considering you still cared for him a lot even though there are high possibilities that he might’ve already moved on with his life.

Hanbin also told you about his life, about how he had dropped out of college because of stupid decisions and how his friends had supported him all throughout his hardships. He also shared a lot of funny stories that made you spit out your drink for more than three times, and made you laugh so loudly the other people looked at you strangely.  

It was going so well, that you almost forgot the tears you’ve spilled for the man who stole your heart like he was born for it. Almost.

The moment you met the familiar orbs that made your heart beat wildly against your ribcage, you felt like air was snatched out of your lungs in an instant. Warmth ignited in your chest and it spread like wildfire, causing it to tighten painfully. It’s been so long since you’ve seen those eyes, and you thought you’d only ever get to see them again through television screens. You froze in your spot, and you were unable to look away, entranced by his stunning and glazed eyes that held emotions that shifted faster than the speed of light.

However, the only emotion that you recognized was hurt.

You felt a lump in your throat as you noticed how he clenched his fists tightly, forcing yourself to look away. Hanbin noticed your change in stance, and briefly looked behind him, finding a man wearing all black and a face mask to hide his face, glaring at him so intently it almost felt like he was planning to kill him. Hanbin looked back at you, and noticed how you had bit your lip nervously and how your eyes glazed over as if just a single word was going to make you break down into tears, and the pieces finally fit. That man on the other side of the street, was none other than your ex boyfriend.

Feeling suffocated by Taehyung’s gaze, you stood up abruptly and grabbed your bag, holding back tears that threatened to break free.

“I-I’ve got to go… I have—I forgot I had things to do… I’m sor–” You started but Hanbin just stood up as well and gave you a knowing smile.

“It’s fine.. I’ll bring you home.” He said sympathetically, and you mentally thanked him, knowing full well that if you went home alone, then Taehyung would definitely try to talk to you. And that was something you dreaded to no end.

The two of you walked out of the small cafe, and you refused to meet Taehyung’s stare as Hanbin hailed a cab for you two. Knowing he was there just a few meters away drove you crazy with both sadness and fear. Fear of the buried feelings resurfacing again, and the feeling of sadness for the reminder that there was no way for you two to get back.

Relief flooded over your system when you and Hanbin entered the cab, but you couldn’t help but look out for one last time to meet the eyes of the man who completed you and at the same time shattered your heart to pieces just by his presence. Pain and regret was etched onto his face, and you could already feel the wetness starting to pool on the corner of your eyes as the vehicle drove past him and his form, making emptiness wrap around your wildly beating heart.

The moment you finally let the tears break free was after Hanbin had left you alone in your apartment. You fell down to your knees, clenching the front of your sweatshirt tightly until your knuckles turned white. Hot tears fell down like endless waterfalls, and your lungs felt like it was being punched repeatedly. The intensity of the feeling was exactly the same as the moment Taehyung had exited the same apartment when you two had broken up, and it made you realize that no matter what you did to get him out of your mind, you’d never be able to completely erase him.  

You screamed in frustration, cursing the heavens for the punishment you didn’t deserve. You cursed at fate for playing with you and your feelings, you cursed at Taehyung for having such a complicated career

And you cursed at yourself for falling in love with someone who was as unreachable as him.

You buried your head in your hands and sobbed loudly, voice cracking up as you chanted Taehyung’s name. You could barely breathe, and the thoughts of Taehyung that were occupying your mind didn’t help at all. As much as you wanted to move on, you knew it would probably take you years before you finally healed, and that thought alone made your stomach clench in despair.

“Taehyung… fuck you.. I hate you—I-It’s all your fault… It hurts so fucking much.. Taehyung—why did you have t-to be an idol? Why did I even f-fall for you– W-why did you even care for me–” You cried out irrationally, pulling on your hair harshly.  

Why–Why did this happen for fuck’s sake?!” You yelled out angrily, feeling so much rage and pain brew up in your chest as the image of him with such pained eyes flashed behind your eyelids. You were confused and mad.  

How dare he look at me so painfully when he’s the one who chose his stupid dream over me—

You gasped, eyes widening at the disturbing thoughts you had, and for the first time in years, you felt genuinely disgusted of yourself.

You just called his dream, in which he sacrificed so much for, stupid.

You couldn’t believe it. You thought you were better than that, like how Taehyung thought you were. You thought you weren’t like those clingy and selfish girlfriends who only cared about themselves. You thought that you opened your mind enough to understand Taehyung’s circumstances and never judge them.

But it seems like you were wrong after all. You weren’t as kind hearted as Taehyung made you believe. You were like a two-faced witch that fed off the sweet words and compliments of Kim Taehyung.

And if it were that way then it’s definitely better for you to stay away from him.

It was at that moment that you had willed your tears to stop flowing. You deserved this pain after all, and it was him whom you never deserved in the first place. You limply leaned back on the bed, feeling lifeless and cold as you stared at the beige colored ceiling, and you could barely remember the last time you stared at it, considering that you had stared into a pair of beautiful brown eyes for the past year every night.  

You didn’t know if it was the deafening silence, or the calming color of the ceiling, but you felt yourself slowly succumb to a deep sleep, your eyes fluttering close as your breathing started to calm down, but not before a bitter smile grazed your lips as images of a smiling Taehyung played like an endless video in your head.

You woke up to the sound of banging on your door. The sound was loud and urgent enough to make you jerk up awake, head spinning at the sudden movement. Your heart pounded fast against your ribcage as you checked the time.

Who the fuck would be visiting you at 3:24 am?

A train of dangerous thoughts passed your head, and you felt your nerves starting to tense up as the banging started to get louder. Despite your drowsy state, you forced yourself to stand up, grabbing an empty bottle and tip toeing to the door as quietly as you can. You leaned against the wall next to the door which was a bit shaking from the force of the knocks, and held the bottle next to your head with trembling hands. You placed your hand against the knob, swallowing hard before you flung the door open and swung the bottle to whoever was behind the door with closed eyes.

You gasped loudly, eyes snapping open when you felt a large hand wrap around your wrist to stop your attack. You were about to let out a bloodcurdling scream, when a familiar rectangular smile made you freeze in shock. Standing in front of you, was none other than Kim Taehyung.  

“Why the fuck are you here?” You unconsciously spat out, venom dripping from your voice as your emotions came back like a strong tidal wave. You yanked on your arm, but Taehyung held a vice grip and instead, pushed you inside and locked the door behind him.  

Your eyes widened at his bold actions. You were about to yell at him to stop, when he nonchalantly dropped his head on your shoulder, nuzzling your neck affectionately, like how he used to when you two were still together.

You felt your heart beat twice faster than normal, and you could feel heat rush to your cheeks at his gesture.  

“I missed you so much Jagiya” he slurred, his body reeking with the scent of sweat and alcohol. Then it hit you. He was drunk.

With all the strength you have, you pushed on his chest hard enough to make him stumble back. He leaned on the nearest wall in support.

“You’re drunk Taehyung. Just go back to your dorm the others must be worried–” You grumbled, refusing to meet his half lidded eyes, but before you could finish, Taehyung had pulled your wrist and wrapped his strong arms around your upper body, making you unable to move. He buried his head back into your neck, and you squirmed beneath his arms, trying hard to untangle his limbs but failing. Electricity ran up your whole body as you felt his arms tighten against you.

“L-Let me go Taehyung!” You cried out helplessly, trying to push away his body with all your strength, only for it to tighten its hold. You could feel the heat from his body seep through your thin clothing, the feeling unbelievably addicting. And no matter how much you denied it, the feeling sent pleasant shivers down your spine. God, you missed him.

You felt Taehyung shake his head against your neck as he let out a long shaky sigh.

“No…” He grumbled stubbornly, his voice an octave deeper, making your insides twist. You slammed your eyes shut, biting your lip in self control. You can’t give in now, or ever. Not when you’ve realized that the kind hearted Y/N whom he loved very much, was all a facade to hide the woman who was only filled with dark desires and emptiness. You didn’t want him to find out and end up hating you, and instead you wanted the two of you to part ways knowing that both of you didn’t lack, no matter how much of an illusion that is. Knowing that both of you did your best, but would never work out. You wanted to part ways with no regrets, but Taehyung was making this too hard.  

Having him wrap his arms around you like how he did when you two were still together. It reminded you of everything you wanted to forget, and it scared you.  

You didn’t want a reminder of what you two were. You didn’t want a reminder of how perfect he made you feel. You didn’t want a reminder of why you loved him. You didn’t need a reminder of every little thing that makes you want to run back to his arms.

You were terrified of falling for him hard again, when you obviously haven’t moved on.

“Taehyung” You said lowly, voice threatening and serious. You felt Taehyung flinch at your tone, and you knew it was working. Just one more push from you, and you could’ve broken free from his hold that was slowly faltering, and yet you couldn’t dare move your limbs and instead opted for another mutter of his name, this time firmer. You clenched your jaw, as you felt him slowly pull away, but just as you thought that he’d finally let go, he gripped the back of your shirt tightly, still connecting your bodies together.

He hung his head low, and you could slightly make out him biting his lips in the dark.

“I won’t let you go to that man” he mumbled. Your eyes widened in confusion, and seeing your oblivion, Taehyung couldn’t help but curse under his breath.

“Is he the reason why you want me to leave?” Taehyung gritted out, staring at you intently as you looked at him in confusion. The spinning in his head was unbearable, but he wanted answers from you. He wanted to know if you really wanted to leave him, he wanted to know if the man with you was better than he was, he wanted to know if that man loved you more than he did, and he wanted to know if you liked him back.

He needed answers now, or he would go crazy with the jealousy that was slowly eating him up.

You gaped at him, confusion etched on your face at his sudden question. The pain on his face was evident, but you had absolutely no idea on what he was talking about.

“W-What are you even talking about?” You croaked out hoarsely. Taehyung huffed in annoyance, his frustration at its peak.

“Don’t play fucking dumb with me Y/N, we all know that the fucking jerk with you at the café likes you” You blinked, processing his words.  

Jerk at the cafe?  

Your eyes widened, as you finally realized who he was talking about.

“You mean Hanbin? Fucking Hanbin?” You spat out incredulously, wide eyes staring at him in disbelief. The way his grip on your waist had tightened, and how his jaw clenched didn’t go unnoticed by you, and it confirmed your suspicion. You felt fury boil at the pit of your stomach at the amount of disrespect he gave Hanbin.  

Hanbin, who was with you when he wasn’t fucking there.

You scowled and harshly pushed his arms away from your form, backing away as you gave him the dirtiest look you could muster.

“How dare you talk about him like that!” You barked angrily, your nails digging into your skin painfully. Something in Taehyung snapped at the way you took Hanbin’s side, and he was now yelling right back at you.

“How is he so fucking special? How is he better than me? Can he kiss you like I do? Does he give you as much gifts as I do? Does he make you feel the way I do? Does he love you as much as I fucking do huh Y/N?! No he fucking can’t. I’m the only one who can.” He yelled angrily, taking a step closer at every question he threw, doing nothing but fuel your anger that was now on its peak. Your knees felt like lead, and your emotions was starting to swallow you whole.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and you did something you never thought you’d have enough guts to do.  

You slapped him.

Taehyung froze in his stead, too stunned to move a muscle as his cheeks stung at the force. Your hand trembled in mid air, your tears now falling freely down your face as you let out choked sobs.

“Y-You’re right Taehyung… You’re fucking right. Are you happy now?!” You cried out bitterly, voice cracking as you slowly let your arm fall down your side, your knuckles turning white as you gripped into your shirt as if your life depended on it.

“Nobody else is ever better than you. Nobody else can make me feel the same way as you do. Nobody can kiss me like you do. Nobody can fucking love me like you do, but fucking hell Taehyung there are a lot of girls who are better for you than me!

"It’s me Taehyung, it’s fucking me. I’m not good enough for you. There are girls who are better than me. Girls who are prettier than me. Girls who are much more understanding and caring than me! Can’t you see Taehyung? I’m just a jealous bitch. I’m a selfish and insecure bitch who will never deserve you..” You screamed out in self pity, eyes refusing to meet Taehyung’s as you revealed all your demons to him. Your knees buckled beneath you and you let yourself fall helplessly on the ground, feeling as though your heart was being ripped to pieces. Taehyung remained silent, and you never thought that just his silence would hurt you this much.

The thought that he must be contemplating on what to do killed you silently, part of you wanting for everything to end quickly, and part of you fearing the decision he would make.

You pray to heavens that he would understand and make it easier for the two of you. You pray that he would just leave and forget this ever happened in the first place, because if he does that, you’ll be able to move on with your life. You’d be able to give up on him.  

After all you were only poison to his life. A hindrance from achieving his dreams. Something that had to be removed. You had to disappear from his life for him to live his life to the fullest without being dragged down.

But at the same time it scared you, because if he chose to stay, you weren’t sure you will be able to resist.

The moment he opened his mouth, you held your breath, heart pounding like loud drums that disturbed your whole being. You prepared yourself for the rejection. You prepared yourself for the pain that will soon come.

However, what you didn’t expect was when Taehyung fell down to the floor with you, his face buried into his hands, letting out sniffs that didn’t fail to break your heart. Your stomach did flips as you watched him sob into his hands, the sound devastating to your ears.

“T-Taehyung..? What are you—”

“I thought I lost you” he whispered in between sobs.

“I-I thought you had moved on, and I was so fucking scared. I was so fucking scared of being left alone. I was so scared of the thought of completely losing you to another man.  I thought I-I was alone. I didn’t know what to fucking do… I wanted to beat that guy up for even looking at you, and yet you tell me to just leave you? To just end us because you think you’re too selfish to deserve me?!” He yelled in disbelief, his voice hoarse and throat burning from the too many bottles of alcohol he drank. You were taken aback at his sudden outrage, your heart stopping as you take in the way his chest heave in exasperation.  

His eyes shone with tears in the dark, and you couldn’t help but stare. The way he bit his lip in order to hold back his sobs, the way his brows furrowed and the way his sculptured jaw tensed was all too fascinating for you to ignore. You were lost in oblivion at what a man as perfect as he could have seen in you for him to be able to say such desperate words.  

For you to be so lucky to have him, it filled you with paranoia of what might happen in the future if you were to open your arms for him, because as they all say, nothing lasts forever.  

However, were you really willing to take the risk?

If you were find out to be dating him, especially at the peak of his career, would the people accept you as you are? Would Taehyung be forgiven for faking a relationship with a member of one of the most famous girl groups in the industry? Would the company be happy with your decision and support you? Will Taehyung be able to continue to chase after his dreams, but this time, with you by his side?

The feeling that occurred to you was ominous, because you knew that the answer would always be no.

No matter what you did, it would never work out. It was to lose this or that, and the answer was obvious.

So instead of continuing to lash out on him once more, you decided to end this as peacefully as possible. With shaking hands you gently lifted Taehyung’s head to face your own and gave him a sad smile, the action making Taehyung’s heart clench painfully, as if he knew what was to come.

Taehyung expected for you to scream back at him. Hell Taehyung wanted you to scream back. That way he could’ve argued back until you gave in to him, like all the other times. Taehyung wanted to think that you were only upset at him and come back if he apologized.

But the way you spoke as if honey coated your chords gave him the feeling that there was no turning back for you. That there was no chance for you to ever change your mind.

Your next words felt like stabs to both of your hearts, creating wounds that can only be healed by the two of you.

“Taehyung, I know that you know what I mean. We can’t be together. You will destroy your future, and I… I might destroy myself. Yes, I know you love me and I love you too as well. I love you so much it physically hurts to just see you, but that’s exactly the reason why I’m ending this.  

"It’s because I love you and I don’t want you to risk everything for me… We fell in love at the wrong time, and no matter how cliché that sounds, it’s true. Plus, if we were really meant to be, somehow we’d eventually find each other again right?” You gave a bitter chuckle at the end, trying to lighten up the mood, although it was practically impossible to. Taehyung stared at every single feature of your face, memorizing it as if he was terrified of being able to forget a single detail. You bit your lip and lightly stroked his cheeks with your thumb and Taehyung leaned into your touch, savoring the feeling.

Taehyung couldn’t help but hold onto your last phrase like a fool. Praying to god that someday, you two would find each other again, without anything to hold you back. You also held onto that same thought, determined to find yourself, and become a woman suitable for Taehyung.

And it was as if your bond became stronger as the silence grew, both your faces dried up with tears, but somehow eyes lit up in newfound strength and inspiration. You both smiled at each other, gazes falling to each other’s lips. Your eyes fluttered close as you both leaned in and the moment you felt your lips connect to his was the moment you knew everything would be alright.

“Will you wait for me?”

“Of course.”

maybewerefiiireproof  asked:

are you sure that's the right hand? the 28 is on his left hand and if that was his left hand on the ig post we would be able to see his thumb...

Wait I just realized that Louis’s 28 tattoo is on his left hand, and the tattoo in the Freddie picture is a right hand. His thumb should be on the side of the 8, but the thumb is on the side with the 2.

I’ve tried looking but can’t find anything super clear. Are there any other pictures of louis’ scar on his finger?

But if it’s the same hand why can’t we see Louis’ thumb?

It’s not the same hand. That’s a right hand. If it were his left, we would see his thumb. And it isn’t a reverse pic cuz the tat would be backwards. I bet that’s in bw so we can’t tell skin tone. It’s Oli’s hand probably 😂

In the “Freddie Son” pick, he’s also got a freckle on his pinky that is missing. You should be able to still see it even with his hand like that.

Louis only has four fingers in that pic

Louis has the scar in his little finger since around their concert in Sweden last year, if I’m remembering well. (Yes, I’m weird, and I noticed that cut and the scar after and it was definitely on their Europe leg of OTRA) 😅

Omg. How did we not notice? I’m disappointed in us. That is clearly a right hand. If it was his left we’d see the thumb. So they took a fucking pic (or a random one?) and just photoshopped the 28? Louis has rough hands- defo not his hand!


Sorry for clumping these all together, but they were all going to get the same answer, so here you go:

Look, I have stared at this goddamn photo for far longer than I ever wanted to and I honestly have no idea what fucking hand this is. 

However I personally think it looks like his left hand given the way that what would be the pinky and ring finger are. 

This is the most recent picture of his hand which clearly has a scar on it. 

Also as that one anon noted the scar showed up around last year and the internet isn’t exactly filled with closeups of Louis’s hands to begin with, so the Soccer Aid photo is all I’ve got and really it’s all I need. Here’s another photo I found of his hands that doesn’t tell us much. I just like the photo.

I honestly never want to analyse Louis fucking Tomlinson’s hands again unless it’s from Harry Styles’ Instagram.


* Maybe, with what little power you have… You can SAVE something else.

anonymous asked:

Hi, any chance you will be doing a fan report of tonight? Hope you had a great concert!

Hi there lovely anon!

This is as much concert report as you’re going to get out of my right now because SHATTERED and early day tomorrow to do it all over again :)))) :

- JFC a shitton of people bought early entry. See my twitter for a picture. Legitimately think about 100 people just in our section. MADNESS. If you want to be anywhere close to the stage in the front sections shell out for Early Entry. I was third row about same place as I was Friday in croke park without an EE ticket.

- people were actually sitting down and waiting in the beginning with YAY

- the boys were like 10-15 minutes late ish, but I think it’s because mcbusted took a bit longer than 5SOS normally do. (Tom Fletcher is AMAZING ON STAGE OMG WE WERE RIGHT BY HIM JFC)


- boys were super cute and asked to see the flag-hearts signs again like twice :D were impressed with the organisation and thanked us. Liam and at least one of the other boys + Cal took pictures (the One Direction Denmark FB group is HUGE) (3 million).

- louis was wondering how long they’d been together as a band now, if it was coming up 4 years and asked Liam, who wasn’t sure and was the all “niall’s the guy to ask about this stuff”, and then Niall said they’d been put together in July, so next month it’s 4 years!

- super cute play fighting with slow-motion reactions between Liam and Louis during Harry’s WMYB solo

- apparently Zayn accidentally called us Sweden at one point?


- a lot of nouis today as well as some narry whispering

- at one point just before Moments everyone but Liam and Niall were back stage!

- someone thew a shoe on stage barely missing zayn and he made a ‘wtf why?’ and thew it back. It was at some point during the Right Now/Through the Dark segment and him, Liam and Louis from the other side had some sort of chat about it.


- when louis finished his band introduction he jokingly said something like “I think you can do better. Do better tomorrow.”

- I got some cute video of Harry during Strong, but not really anything else of significance, sorry.

- Harry and Louis sing BSE in the same side of the stage (opposite the side they sing You and I in) and it’s very pretty watching them sing next to each other, but I have nothing besides that and them being off stage at the same time (harry had been off stage another time before that I think) on the H/L front.

- I was close enough that all the boys must have seen my sign at some point, but I got no visible reaction. (I did sit next to some nice younger (14-15ish YO) fans and chatted to them a little bit about lgbtq+ fans (rainbow gear = good conversation starter)/fandom diversity/sigma of being a 1D fan and why etc. which was nice)

- I THINK I caught Louis’ eye at one point/he noticed me but tbh it’s impossible to be sure in a crowd like that.

- Harry was his lovely bouncy poking-fun-at-fans self and all voices sounded recovered to me, but I’m no expert.

- Liam was lovely and engaging and looked like a giant teddy bear on stage. He also had a white handkerchief in his left pocket, which was fun to look up with @winifredish with regards to the hanky code later at McD. WHICH REMINDS ME: Zayn wore a really broad black cuff on his left wrist. It was super pretty and I wonder where its partner is ;)


IMPORTANT EDIT: the rainbow bondage bear made it to Copenhagen I saw it with my own eyes.