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Sometimes writing fanfiction is so hard, you don’t have any ideas and you just stare at your screen for 2 hours. Then you give up and spent your whole day on tumblr.

And sometimes writing fanfiction is so easy, it just flows out of your fingers and even if you don’t know where you’re going, you keep typing and you keep having great ideas.

But most of the time, you have great ideas, but no words to describe it. Like you know where you’re going, but you don’t know how to get there.

Writing is hard, man.

Liam: dude, I can’t find zayn he’s been lost for an hour now idk what to do

Louis: don’t worry, man give me a sec *rips liam’s shirt open* *screams* dAMN LIMA HAVE yOU BEEN WORKING OUT?!?!

Zayn: *appears out of nowhere* hOW ABOUT YOU FIND YOUr oWN MAN AND STOP MESSING WITH MINE?

Louis: there he is

imagine this: Calum taking your daughter to her ballet class and him trying to help your daughter get dressed in her little leotard and matching pink skirt and he’d struggle putting her hair into a bun which makes your daughter almost late to class but cal does create some sort of bun consisting of scrunched-up hair and loads of hair ties then he finally makes it to the studio whilst carrying her Disney princess duffle bag as they walk hand-in-hand and when your daughter is in the studio he’d watch through the little window, smiling at his little girl as she dances her heart out and all the mothers swoon at him cus 1. he’s Calum Hood who wouldn’t and 2. They adore how he’s so enticed with his little girl cus not a lot of dads are able to attend their daughter’s ballet class but here he is (what a fucking sweetheart) then he’d take out his phone and take pictures of her but then the teacher tells him “no pictures” because it distracts the children so he’d try to secretly snap a pic or two and he’d sneak a wave at your daughter, smiling to himself cause he loves his baby oh so much and he later asks you if he can take your daughter to class again cus he can’t contain himself from seeing his little girl who resembles a beauty like you and he just wants to spend time with his daughter before she grows to become a young woman aww FUCK ME UGH DADDY CAL CAN FATHER MY CHILDREN

A Man's Worth

Not – How did he die?  But – How did he live?
Not – Where did he gain?  But – What did he give?
These are the units to measure the worth
Of a man as a man, regardless of birth.

Not – What was his station?  But – Had he a heart?
And – How did he play his God-given part?
Was he ever ready with a word of good cheer,
To bring back a smile, to banish a tear?

Not – What was his shrine?  Nor – What was his creed?
But – Had he befriended those really in need?
Not – What did the sketch in the news paper say?
But – How many were sorry when he passed away?

RIP Sec. Jesse Robredo.