so will just click through source it

everyone is cool with mentally ill people around them until we start displaying symptoms they cant sympathize with

youre sad all the time? poor darling ):

youre irrationally angry,defensive, and paranoid? you say and believe things that just dont make sense? you seem to be a completely different person from day to day? well now youre just being difficult


please stop reblogging this post… i made this i think over two years ago now and i was ignorant to a couple important things:

  1. there’s NO objective measurement of how much mental illness affects any given person’s life, nor are people particularly tolerant toward any consistent expression of misery. be kinder than i was when i made this post.
  2. race is the biggest, but not the only, variable in how different people’s emotions are perceived differently by those around them. ableism doesn’t just “intersect with” racism, the institution of psychiatry is built on racism. look into how certain diagnoses such as schizophrenia were adapted to criminalize and institutionalize black people who started voicing malcontent towards white supremacy. black people dont get “poor baby”d.
  3. mental illness is not a get out of jail free card to behave inappropriately, angrily, abusively toward those around you. i made this post after snapping at someone for asking me to calm down and saw that someone who had witnessed it made a snippy facebook status about me. frankly, it was fair of her to do so. i was upset about it and am still embarrassed but i had acted inappropriately and then justified it to myself with “oh, it’s just a symptom of my mental illness.” that might very well be, but i still owed apologies and an apology comes with the promise that you’ll work to improve yourself.

i’m adding this to the source in the hopes that someone will click through and see this. the original post no longer reflects my position and hasn’t for a long time.

tip one: reposting vs. reblogging

Reblogging leaves credit to the original poster, and is the correct way to share something that you enjoy. Reposting is when you save, screenshot or copy something and create a new post it. So what if there’s a really great post you found somewhere outside of tumblr that you want to share here, or vice versa? Reposting is okay if, and only if, you have the authors express permission and clearly credit them in your post. People work hard, don’t steal their stuff! 

tip two: captions

Do not delete original captions. It makes it much harder to find the original author. In cases like mentioned above where someone has reposted something properly, deleting the caption deletes the credit completely. 

Also, never add a meaningless comment to a post to promote your blog. Why is this not cool? Well, for one it’s trying to gain followers based on someone else’s work instead of your own, but it’s also against community guidelines. Skip these types of captions and focus on gaining traffic through your own original posts.

tip three: reblogging things without a caption/that have been reposted

If you smell something fishy don’t spread the post around! If there’s a caption-less post that seems like it should have one (or it has a long string of promotional captions), click back to the original source and reblog from them. If there’s something that just seems too perfect, check out their blog and see if their original content matches up, or just seems like a collection of random photos from other people’s instagrams. If so, don’t reblog!

tip four: tags

When you shouldn’t tag something: If it’s hate, please don’t tag the fandom in it! It’s fine if you didn’t like a book/movie/show, but fans want to scroll through that tag and see positive posts about it, not hate. Another one is if it’s not relevant; for original posts. It’s great to add a lot of tags to get it out there, but if someone is looking through the math tag, they want help with math and not to see a picture of your cat (however cute he may be).

When you should alway tag things: For people’s blacklist. Things like sexual or violent/disturbing pictures should always be tagged with nsfw. Spoilers should also be tagged! You don’t wanna be the one that tells some one that SPOILER darth vader is luke’s father.

tip five: be kind, always

The internet makes it easy to say things without consequences, but just because you don’t say it to someone’s face doesn’t mean it can’t hurt them. Anon hate, rude comments, and picking fights over trivial things is never okay. Be respectful and kind. The internet already has enough negativity, don’t add to it. 

Green - Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Isaac Lahey, Stiles Stilinski, Reader.


Originally posted by lux-teen0

You were spread out on the couch with your legs on your best friend’s lap. “Lahey, off the phone. This is us time.” You tossed a throw pillow at him.

“No need to throw things.” He put his phone down and laughed.

“It is a throw pillow…so…” You grin.

“God, you and Stilinski were made for each other.”

“I know. Thank you.” You flipped your hair playfully.

“That was supposed to be an insult.” You both laugh.

Your phone started vibrating like crazy so you picked it up.

“Hey you told me no phone.” Isaac pouts.

“It’s just Stiles it’s fine.” You unlocked your phone and read all the texts.




Are you busy?

Well obviously you are or you’d answer

anyway I need to talk to you ASAP



I’ll quit harassing you when you look at your phone


“Hold on.” You sigh and stand up, calling Stiles.

He answers immediately, “Hi babe.”

“What’s wrong?” You walk out of the living room.

“Nothing I just wanted to talk.”

“You texted me like that just to talk? I thought something was wrong.”

“No. I had a weird feeling and I had to hear your voice. So what are you so occupied with?”

“Oh, I have Isaac over. We have a no phone policy so I had it on vibrate.”

“Oh…you’re with Isaac.”

“Yeah, I told you he was coming over. Actually I told you he was here earlier.”

“Yeah, earlier. I didn’t think you’d spend the day with him.”

“Stiles, he’s my best friend. You’re always so touchy with this stuff.”

“Gee…I wonder why.” You hear him sigh quietly.

“I have no problem with you going over to Lydia’s or Lydia hanging out with you. You were in love with her, Stiles. I’ve never even thought about Isaac in a romantic way.”

“I don’t know what goes through your head.”

“Oh my God, Stiles.”

Isaac pokes his head into the room. “Hey, I was supposed to meet Derek about ten minutes ago. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You wave at him. “Yeah. Bye, Isaac.” He waves and goes out the front door.

“I’m coming over.” Stiles grunts.

“I don’t want to see you.” You whine.

“Y/N, I’m coming over and you’re going to answer the door.” He hangs up and you sigh. He was such a jealous person it was hard to even talk to Scott alone sometimes.

Stiles arrived and didn’t even knock, he just walked right in.

“Thanks for knocking.”

He walks over and tilts your neck around and you swat his hand away. “Are you checking me for hickeys? God, you don’t trust me at all!”

“I trust you. I don’t trust Isaac.”

“Stiles, he’s my best friend! He’s been my friend longer than you’ve been my boyfriend. We’ve never had any kind of relations. I think we hugged once when his dad died, but that’s it. He’s been my best friend since elementary school. Get over yourself.”

He scoffs, “I see how he looks at you!”

“Stiles, he’s like my brother! If you’re imagining other guys looking at your girlfriend the way you should be maybe there’s something wrong here.”

“You know..maybe there is something wrong.” He crosses his arms.

“You’re sickening. You get jealous of someone I’ve known for over a decade, then you actually come and check me for hickeys? You hang out with Malia, your ex. You hang out with Lydia too, and you hear nothing from me. I trust you!

He sighs. “Maybe we should take a break.” He mutters.

“Yeah. Maybe. I think you should go.” You stare at the floor.

“Fine.” He storms out the door and slams it behind him.

You sigh and shake your head. You thought he was the love of your life…he just got so jealous sometimes.

You just broke up with your boyfriend. You skip a shower and go straight to bed, your tears inducing sleep.

You’re awoken by a faint clicking. You sigh and check your phone. It’s 4 a.m. You get up at try to find the source of the clicking. You look outside and find Stiles trying to get your window open.

You slide it open. “Really? Go home.”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. I get so jealous…I hear what guys say about you and it goes to my head. I know you and Isaac are just friends but I can’t help but feel jealous.”

You sigh, noticing his puffy eyes. “Get in here.”

He crawls through your window and hugs you tightly. “I love you. I’m so sorry, baby.” He kisses behind your ear.

“I just get so upset that you don’t understand.” You sigh as you both pull away.

“I talked to Isaac. I was upfront with him and we talked about it for awhile. I get it now.” Stiles smiles.

You sit on your bed. “Thank you for coming. I thought I for sure lost you.”

“Let me make it up to you?” He raises an eyebrow.

You nod and the two of you climb under the covers. You cuddle, facing each other. He pecks your nose. “I’m so in love with you that even if you were cheating on me I wouldn’t care.”

You roll your eyes. “You’re my favorite person ever. I’d never cheat on you.”

“Were you crying?” He pushes your hair away from your face. You nod and his face falls. He kisses you gently. “I love you, Y/N. I’ll never say another word about Isaac.”

“You get me. It’s just hard to balance the two of you.“

He pulls you close and you giggle. “Let’s promise not to fight anymore because that sucked.” You nod and the two of you hook pinkies.

Here is the first commission post of mine, for the wonderful @dartheames and her warden Neria!

Warden x Leliana, fluff.

Home is where the heart is

The floorboards creaked, even though her feet were bare, and light; Nerias gift clutched to her chest as she danced in a square, her lilting voice counting 1-2-3. Fire warmed the floor, the crackling fireplace and the smell of pine let her breathe - slow & in control, as her presence made the floorboards shift and shape with every move of her nimble feet.

Snow fell outside in a slow pace, the unhurried snowflakes building impressive homes on the branches outside their window; completely ignoring the laws of physics as the drives grew taller and taller, sometimes even wider than the branch they rested on. One of her crows landed on the branch closest- as it was trained to do- causing it to tap against the window.

“Deimos!” Leliana paused her waltz mid-step and walked over to open the window, snow fluttering inside as she did. Melted water gathered around her toes, her hands fixed on opening the tube around the crows feet that held a damp piece of papyrus. She drew a breath as she recognized Nerias writing and read out loud, “My love, my light. Home soon.”

Leliana, ball of cotton in her throat, sat down on the nearest chair and clutched Nerias gift tighter to her chest. “Home soon.” She repeated, out of breath from relief; the endless nights spent conjuring paths to take if her love, her Neri, didn’t make it home as planned. She fiddled absentmindedly with the wrapping of the gift, staring blindly into the fire before her. Staring so much so, that when the door behind her silently clicked open and weary feet made it to her back, she didn’t notice.

Neria made her way through the room as quiet as she could, interrupted just as she came to stand right behind Leliana, who craned her neck, searching for the source of the sound of her arrival.

Her lips parted, as if to speak, but was interrupted as Nerias lips softly kissed the skin of Leliana’s neck; humming as she lingered there.

“My love,” Leliana choked out, turning to greet Neria. “You are here.”

“I am.” Neria said, trailing her fingers along the alabaster skin of Leliana’s cheek. “I’m sorry it took so long.” She lingered in silence as their eyes met and told stories with the smallest of movements, travelling over their weathered features; searching each other’s face just to see that it actually is; and it is here, at home.

“Oh, and,” she rummaged through her rucksack, brows furrowed until she brought up a soft package, wrapped in crimson satin. “I have something for you.”

A giggle, soft music for the otherwise silent room, escaped Lelianas mouth as she accepted the gift with a wide grin - simultaneously handing Neria the one she had clutched to her chest just moments before.

“I have something for you, too. But we will open them later, yes?” Leliana rose from the chair to face Neria, grasping her hands and sighing in contentment. “Are you not tired? I can prep-”

“No, not tired. Maybe, a little tired, but not that kind of tired. I’ve missed you. Please, open your gift.”

“Is it the soft shoes?”

“You could say so, maybe, but no,” Neria silenced as Leliana unwinded her package with delight of the prospect of soft shoes. “You can wear them underneath shoes, too. They slide well across the floor.” Neria laughed as Leliana froze, unwinding the woolen socks that she found within her package.

“No.” Leliana said, incredulously.

“What, no?”

“Open my gift.” Leliana handed Neria her gift, also wrapped in satin cloth. She leaned on the chair, the back of it, as she rested her knees on the seating, eyes sparkling. Neria, eyebrow raised and chin tucked, stole a kiss as she accepted the package. Within was a pair of woolen socks; almost identical to the ones she had gifted except for the colors; hers a soft green and Lelianas bright pink. Neria choked on a laugh, her hand trembling as she threaded it through Lelianas hair.

“I..” Neria spoke. “I can’t describe it, really. That such a small gift-”

“Can describe such a large feeling?”


“I can’t explain it either,” Leliana chewed on her lip. “Perhaps,”

“Hmm?” Neria said, lost in thought, fiddling with the edges of her socks, of her world.

“Perhaps we just… Forget the message?”

“The message?”

“The grand exterior of what it means. That the gift is so small and so big. It’s just socks. Maybe we take them for what it is.”

“And what does that mean?”

“Let’s slide across the floor until we grow tired of it.”


Request:  “PART 5 for the Grant Ward!! It’s so good”

Description: You wake up after being unconscious for some time after being rescued from the botched mission that led to both yours and Grant’s torture.

Continuation of Part 1, Part 2Part 3, & Part 4

Rating: E (Mild Language)

Characters: Grant Ward, Reader, Leo Fitz, Jemma Simmons, Daisy Johnson (Still Skye at this point in the story), Melinda May (Mentioned), Phil Coulson (Mentioned)

Relationships: Grant Ward & Reader, Leo Fitz & Reader, Jemma Simmons & Reader, Daisy Johnson & Reader

Warnings: I am so sorry if I get anything wrong medically. The worst I’ve ever had happen to me was passing a kidney stone. Twice. And there was no need for any major medical equipment involved.

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anonymous asked:

I saw that you're very careful when it comes to people posting your stuff which makes sense but you mind even if someones reposts it, giving you credit and all that?

I don’t know what you mean by ‘careful’, but I believe that people should always give credit when using an artist’s imagery (in the same way that I would always credit an author for any words i would use), just because someone’s spent time on it and obviously owns it. I’m not okay with people completely re posting my work on their blogs and simply crediting me in the caption, because the click-through and source links will no longer go to me (so someone else will get all the credit for images i have spent time on) and people more often than not seem to delete those captions anyway. Anyone re posting my work (on instagram or reblogging) with credit is absolutely fine of course, i love seeing this! (Sorry this was long winded but i feel like this needed a proper answer)

Norman Reedus - Secrets Are Revealed

Originally posted by reedusgif

You and Norman are in a relationship and you are both really happy, there is one thing, though, no one knows that you two are together. The other cast members and your fans have no idea, so when the two of you are caught having a PDA, you kind of have to explain yourselves to the fans at Comic-Con. You are overwhelmed by the amount of support you get from the fans, then at the end of the panel, once everything is out in the open, Norman does something you never expected.

Norman x Reader

Requested by Anon

Warnings: Swearing, sexual references, and fluff!

Chapter 1

It was a boiling hot day in Georgia and you were on set, you were an actor on The Walking Dead and you loved it, sure the weather was extreme but, if it wasn’t for this show you would’ve never met the man you would fall in love with. You would’ve never met Norman Reedus.

None of the fans knew that the two of you were together, hell, none of the cast knew, you just weren’t ready to tell them yet. It was hard, keeping your relationship a secret, but you both knew that it was for the best. You would tell everyone when the time was right.

The cast just thought that you were best friends because that’s how you acted on set, they didn’t suspect anything, not as far as you knew anyway.

You were currently sat in his trailer lounging on his couch with his arms wrapped around you as you watched a show on TV with the AC turned right up so you could both cool down, you both jumped when someone knocked on the door and you heard the familiar voice of Andrew Lincoln, “Norman? You’re needed on set,” you and Norman quickly pulled apart and sat normally so Andrew wouldn’t suspect anything, Andrew walked into the trailer and he smiled at you when he saw you, “Oh, hey Y/N, I didn’t know you were in here.”

“Hey Andy, I was just spending some time with this guy, and plus the AC in here is way better than it is in my trailer,” you said with a grin, you prayed that he didn’t suspect anything.

“Fair enough,” he said with a chuckle.

“Is that all I’m good for? The AC in my trailer?” Norman asked playfully.

“Yup, it’s all you’re good for,” you replied jokingly, “Anyway, I will let you two get to set to film your scene, I’ll see you boys later,” you said as you stood up walked out of Norman’s trailer to go to your own.

You sat in there for about an hour or two alone, you just sat on your phone and scrolled through your Tumblr to see what people had been up to, you smiled when you came across a piece of fan art of you and Norman, the artist had made it look like you were posing for a photo, it was amazing. You decided to click on the source of the image and sent the artist a lovely message saying that you really loved the picture and that you were going to show Norman next time you saw him, you even gave them a follow and started scrolling through their blog, they were very talented, you got so caught up looking the pictures that you didn’t even hear Norman enter your trailer.

You felt someone poking you in the side and looked up from your phone to see Norman looking at you with a cocked eyebrow.  “Watcha doin’?” he asked you in an amused tone.

“Just looking through this blog, she draws us, all of us, she’s very talented, take a look,” you said, he sat down next to you and gave an impressed nod when you showed him the first picture of the two of you that you had found and then a few more of the two of you and a couple of the other cast members.

“She is very talented, I really like the ones of us,” he said as he pulled you into a side hug.

“Me too,” you replied as you snuggled into his chest and continued scrolling through the blog. You giggled when the blog owner messaged you back a massive paragraph thanking you and telling you much she loved you and that you were her favorite. You sent her a message back saying thank you and that you loved her too, you loved interacting with fans, even if it was only over social media.

“You want to go for something to eat? I fancy some food from that diner a few blocks away,” Norman said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Of course, you know how much I love their food,” you said as you got up from the couch and walked out of the trailer with Norman on your tail.

Since it was a nice day the two of you decided to walk there, it was only a fifteen-minute walk so why not? The streets were surprisingly empty for a hot summers day, but that gave Norman the excuse he needed to hold your hand as you walked down the desolate streets. Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed that he was looking around, “Norman? Everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I was just looking around to see if I could see anyone, there is no one so that’s good ‘cause that means I can do this,” he said, you furrowed your brows at him and opened your mouth to say something but he quickly silenced you with a quick, short and sweet peck to the lips.

“Getting a bit risqué doing that in public aren’t you?” you said with a smirk.

“There’s no one around, it’s fine, now come on, I’m starving,” he said as he led you round the corner and down the street to the diner. He opened the door and let you go in  first, such a gentleman.

Fifteen minutes later and you were sat in a booth across from Norman eating your food, your phones pinged and you both lifted them from the table and unlocked them.

The picture that came up stopped your heart and made your breath hitch in your throat, “Oh shit,” Norman said in an exasperated voice.

Your eyes connected with Norman’s, you both looked like deer’s caught in the headlights, “They know,” as those words left your mouth you felt like your entire world had shifted, everyone knew about you and Norman thanks to some ass-hole who took a picture of the two of you kissing and uploaded it to the internet. You had no idea what was going to happen now.

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anonymous asked:

Hi :) Just wanted to give you a heads up - the post of the pretty pink flowers room you recently reblogged from faeralyn (source mustardskies) redirected me to a malware page when I clicked on the pictures twice (once to bring them up larger and then again to scroll through). Might just be my computer but I thought I'd let you know just in case!

Oh thank you so much for letting me know! Sorry this happened. Be careful everyone. I’ll take it down.

So you’re going to university?

Here are some tips I wish someone had told me:

  • Access support services if you need them. If you are in the UK, apply for DSA (Disabled Student’s Allowance) if you qualify. It will only help you. If you want accomodations but don’t want anyone to know, say. You can receive lecture notes while retaining confidentiality.
  • Talk to your lecturers. They are people too and will appreciate you coming to talk to them. If you have a question about an essay or want to improve, ask them how. You will only get better.
  • Ask if you can send an essay plan prior to writing an essay. You will get valuable feedback which might help when writing.
  • Always write an essay plan. You might think you don’t need one and you haven’t used one before but when you’re 3000 words into a 5000 word essay and you’ve run out of steam, it is vital.
  • Learn how to proof-read. Read internet articles and go to workshops. Ask a study skills team if there is one. Ask your lecturer for advice. Proof-reading is not just reading through an essay, it’s more switched on than that.
  • Google Scholar is a great starting point for finding research journals. A lot of courses don’t like journals that are more than ten years old, unless they’re a primary source, so use advanced settings to only have articles from the last ten years.
  • When you find an article that you like, click ‘cited by’. That way, you will find similar articles that will provide more support for your argument.
  • Learn about your referencing system. Write down how to cite textbooks, journals etc., on a post-it and stick it to your wall to remind yourself.
  • Answer the question. I can’t stress this enough. Don’t just write everything you know about a subject. Write the question on the top of every page and stick it to your wall in front of you.
  • Be critical. Essays are not description, you often have to be critical. Keep this in mind.
  • Stick to the word limit and don’t waffle. If you have the additional 10% word count, use it, but only if you need to. Most essays have this but check.
  • Talk to your peers but don’t compare yourself. If someone has finished an essay that you haven’t even started, don’t worry. They might be working at a different pace than you, it doesn’t mean that you are doing worse.
  • Write a schedule. You might not stick to it but sometimes it can help to tick days off, so that you feel you’re getting somewhere. Write down the deadlines so that you can clearly see them.
  • Sometimes abstracts are enough. If you are using a journal to support an argument, you only need to look at the abstract. That can sometimes contain enough information.
  • However, for your main texts, make sure you look at the main article. Some are long, so focus upon the abstract, results and discussion. The discussion will contain weaknesses in the study which you can use in your essay.
  • If you are collecting data, don’t be afraid to ask your friends. Ask others on the course. You won’t get anywhere if you don’t ask. If your data doesn’t work, don’t be afraid to change topic.
  • Make sure you are enjoying your course. University is a lot of socialising but you are there to get a degree. Don’t spend three years + studying something that you don’t like. You might get told that, at 18, you have to have it figured out but you don’t. Many, many people drop out or change course and their lives work out just fine. Yours will too.

Just some things I learnt whilst at university. These are mainly focussed upon the academic part but yeah, I wish I’d known some of this when I started!

If You Want To Be A Nerdfighter, You Are One

In 6th grade, I saw a poster on my social studies teacher’s wall. It was a Crash Course World History poster. I wasn’t sure what it was, but through my journeys through YouTube, I found Crash Course. I knew what it was, so I verified it as a credible source, and started watching. It was great! Even my sister enjoyed watching it, which is really saying something. Eventually, I saw a mug which I thought I just had to have. I started to type DFTBA in my browser (not even knowing what the phrase meant). Before I even got to the “A,” safari suggested DFTBA by Hank Green. I clicked on it, and found the magnificent album “This Machine Pwns n00bs.” I saw some other songs, including the ever-popular “We Are All Batpeople.” I wanted to listen to the whole song, so I searched it up on YouTube. I found “We Are All Batpeople,” lo and behold, above the name “Vlogbrothers.” I thought: Ok, they’ve got a personal channel, that’s cool, I guess. I seldom watched it. Every once in a while, I watched it. Then I started watching it more. I wondered, how do I become a Nerdfighter?“ That’s when I heard John say: "If you want to be a Nerdfighter, you are one.” From that moment on I was part of Nerdfighteria.

Thanks for reading this, DFTBA!

(via Wolfgang B)

anonymous asked:

How about the whole gang shopping on Black Friday and Cyber Monday?

Since it is that time of year!

◉ Yoosung

  • He’s a totally different person when it comes to sales
  • Shocks everyone
  • Will jump through the crowd to grab that gaming mouse or limited edition LOLOL headset
  • Snatching stuff before an old lady can get to it he doesn’t care 
  • He’s a broke college student he can’t afford to be nice rn
  • Impresses the other RFA members with his massive gift haul at the end of the day !

◉ Jumin

  • Doesn’t care about sales
  • Why would he?
  • He’s terrible with technology so no way would he participate in cyber Monday
  • But he goes to some shops with the RFA just to observe what goes on
  •  Comes across a tiny porcelain cat that looks just like Elizabeth 3rd
    • “I must have this for my desk at the office”
  • Is shocked at the price!
    • “Excuse me, do you have any more of these?”
  • Buys them all
  • Gives them as Christmas gifts
  • Saeyoung is ecstatic
  • Zen…not so much. Same for Jaehee…
  • It was a good Black Friday for Jumin

◉ Zen

  • Would go just to make sure you are protected
  • But doesn’t mind looking at some deals while you’re all there
  • Would be shopping mainly for himself
  • New outfits and sunglasses!
  • Face creams that he normally spends a ton on are half off and he’s freaking out
  • Gets really mad if anyone bumps into you and after that happens he’ll keep insisting you both leave

◉ Jaehee

  • Excited about discount planners and organizational supplies
  • She stocks up for the next year
  • Super prepared
  • She knows the aisles and has studied the Sales Flyer
  • But then she walked by that espresso machine she’d been eyeing, half off!
  • Grabs it and runs to the register
  • She’d so proud of her find
  • Of course Jumin had to spoil it when he saw
    • “Excellent. Now that you’ll have a source for quality caffeine I won’t have to feel bad about making you work overnight.”

◉ Saeyoung

  • He’s a cyber Monday guy
  • Of course
  • Why go out when he can shop at the click of a mouse
  • He’d still go out with the RFA group though just for the fun of it
  • Would be rolling around in the crowd pretending to be on a secret mission
  • Would probably give you a walkie talkie that he’d ‘report’ to you through
    • “Agent pepper reporting to Honey Buddha, Honey Buddha do you copy? Target spotted. Massage oil set 75% off. Over”
    • “Saeyoung I can hear you. You’re literally right next to me underneath the display table.”

◉ V

  • Doesn’t like to go out in large crowds because of his sight
  • Would probably stay home and just wait for Monday
  • Would end up buying wayy too much stuff
  • The mail person is always tired this time of year because he orders so many things
  • But V is so nice, he can’t be mad
  • V always offers him a cup of tea or coffee when he brings the deliveries, and even though he has to decline, they do end up talking for a bit
  • He obviously doesn’t need to worry about sales
  • But it’s the spirit and the thought behind the idea that gets him into the shopping

◉ Saeran

  • Not diggin’ it
  • He’d get dragged to go out with the RFA members, though
  • Arms crossed the whole time
  • Pouting
  • See’s a beautiful necklace he wants to get you
    • “Oh!” *sparkle eyes
  • Him and another person reach for it at the same time
  • But when they see his scowl they immediately let him have it
  • Has them wrap it and he sticks it in his jacket before anyone can see
  • But Saeyoung had been watching him
  • He’s like rolling around in the background
    • “So cute so cute so cuuute!”

All The Way Through by @sevenfists is literally so amazing. I felt so many emotions while reading and I highly highly HIGHLY reccommend y'all read it cause it is legit sooooo good. I destroyed my sleep schedule for the past two days cause I couldn’t stop reading it, it was that good.

I linked the fic really weirdly but it’s in the source so click it and read this masterpiece.

Title: I Want to Hold Your Hand

Summary: Upcoming Youtuber Lucas Perkins, otherwise known as lightperks, has no intention of hiding his growing admiration for Phil Lester. He blatantly flirts with him at YouTube events and continuously praises Phil in his videos. Phil thinks it’s sweet and hilarious but Dan isn’t happy at all and he doesn’t plan on letting Phil know how he feels about him anytime soon.

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Wow I’m really bad at being sincere

For the last few months I’ve hit a really low pit of depression, and I was just never able to express or tell anyone what was upsetting me shout out to my mental breakdowns at work tbh. I just kind of let it sit there. My only source of happiness was watching YouTube videos. Or more specifically, Holy Trinity videos and Dan and Phil videos.

I got these done as a constant reminder that their work has gotten me through so many bad days and that a good laugh and vibe is just a click away.

Also to be clear the martini glass is the chapter header thing from You Deserve a Drink. And by that I mean the book. 

Coming Home Time


Coming Home Time — One Shot

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I have a theory. It goes like this: When normal people break up, they lose touch—or not, if they stay friends (though that means they were never meant for each other in the first place)—and with time forget about each other or at least their time together, but when famous people—people that are constantly in the press—break up, they don’t even get the chance to forget about each other. For normal people it is fairly easy to create new bonds, new memories, fall in love again. For people like me—not so much.

There are three ways how the love life of a celebrity can go: Either you get lucky and find your one or you don’t and to fill the holes in your heart you wander from person to person, from one broken heart to another. And then there’s people like me who get so consumed by the new love of their former significant other that they can’t move on, can’t stuff their empty hearts with new relationships like they’re painkillers.

Being a celebrity and in love sucks. But being a celebrity and having a broken heart sucks even more.

I’ve been forced to witness and follow Selena’s process of falling in love again. And it hasn’t been easy for me. Even before she found a new love it hasn’t been easy for me, because I loved her. I still do, and it’s been almost impossible to shoo her out of my mind, when I spent nearly five years by her side and know every little detail about her. Everything somehow reminds me of her, like, for example, my bedroom. It’s the place we shared our most intimate moments together. By that, I don’t just mean sex, I mean we literally poured our hearts out in this room for the other one to drink it in. It’s where we exposed ourselves, stripped ourselves bare for the other one to love. The fact that I spend most of my time cooped up there now isn’t helping.

Naturally, Selena and Zac have been making quite the headlines lately, and the ones I despise most are the ones including my name.

Gomez leaves Bieber in the past and moves on to new and older hottie Zac Efron!

Gomez seems to have finally forgotten all about Bieber!

Selena Gomez and Zac Efron are like old Jelena. Only better.

Why do they feel the need to include my name? Why do they have to rub it in so much? I can’t even pretend to be fine, to play fine. As I am working on my new album, there aren’t any scheduled interviews I can attend to gain some of my manliness back by playing the big, tuff, not even bothered ex-boyfriend. Instead, I stay coaxed up in our room full of memories, writing pathetic songs about her and our relationship.

As I put down my pen to relax my fingers after finishing yet another heartbreak ballad about Selena, I fish my phone out of my pocket and deactivate aeroplane modus. The first notification that pops up knocks the breath out of me.

Selena Gomez and Zac Efron getting married?!

I quickly tap on it for it to take me to the article. My hands are shaking, and I would love to embrace myself for what I’m about to read, but I have no clue as to how.

Hey there, Zaclena shippers!

Hope you had a nice day, and if not, I’m sure I’m about to brighten it with the delightful news I have up my sleeves. Apparently Selena Gomez and Zac Efron are set to get married?! Don’t go jumping around screaming just yet, because nothing has been confirmed up to this point. Our sources say Gomez hasn’t completely made up her mind somehow (like, come on!), but she hasn’t said ‘no’ either. I mean, they have only been dating for seven months, and a marriage is kind of forever, so I say, “Take your time deciding, Sel!”

We wish Zaclena the best, nevertheless!

Click the link below to see our album of super cute Zaclena pictures.

My hand twitches and I have to use every ounce of power within me to refrain from chucking my phone against the wall. Blood rushed through my veins, my pulse racing in my ears. I haven’t noticed I started crying until the first tears drop on my phone screen. How do other celebrities do this? Watch their most important person decide to spend their life with someone that isn’t you? She hasn’t said yes yet, though, which means something’s holding her back.

I’m out of my bed and in my car faster than I can process, as I’m suddenly backing out of our driveway. Emmy Rossum stands in her driveway and looks at me like I’m a madman. Maybe I am.

I wave at her.

As I’m driving down the street, though, realisation hits me, and I ask myself just what I’m planning to do once I arrive. I can’t just show up at her doorstep more than a year after our break up. What am I even supposed to say? How is any of this going to help me?

The only sentence that keeps running through my head and keeps me going is, “Gomez hasn’t completely made up her mind somehow.” This, meaning she isn’t completely sure she wants to marry him. Something’s holding her back and that something could be my only chance. But it could also mean a tons of other things. And worst of all, there’s this one possibility, too: This article could be fake. I haven’t even considered checking other sites. Though it’s too late for that now, since I’m already in front of her gates. I punch in the passcode, and surprisingly, she hasn’t changed it yet. It’s still Gracie’s birthday.

I drive my car through her driveway—something that feels so familiar to me it hurts—and park it in front of her house. I sit here, my hands resting on the steering wheel. My tears are dried and salty on my cheeks, my stomach dropping lower and lower with every breath I take.

It feels as if I’ve been sitting here for hours, but as I take a look at the control board, it tells me that only twenty minutes have passed. Time really is something—giving you the illusion of something more or nothing at all.

I rub my hands across my face, desperately trying to somehow get rid of the dried tear stains, and then I get out of the safety of my car. My legs feel like rocks and pudding at the same time, as I climb the stairs to her front door. I don’t know why I feel so nervous about this. After all, I’ve got nothing left to lose. So with a last intake of breath, I knock. And wait. And after a minute of knocking, all that’s left of hope leaves me completely. I am just about to get back to my car when suddenly the door is being opened and before me stands beautiful Selena and I’m breathless all over again and every memory comes rushing back to me and I want to pull her into my arms and take her with me and not let her go like I did the mistake of doing. But I don’t do any of that as I continue standing motionless, staring at her perfect face, at her surprised eyes, her slightly downward curled mouth, at the slope of her nose that I used to love tracing. I feel my heart growing heavier as every emotion that I bottled up over the last couple months come right back, crushing me, and suddenly I’m pleading. “Please don’t marry him.” There are tears in my eyes again. “Please.” I must look really pathetic, standing here in her doorway, my eyes bloodshot and teary, begging for her love. But I don’t care about my manliness nor my dignity anymore. All I care about is having this woman back in my arms. My throat tightens on me and there aren’t any words coming out of my mouth anymore. Just random sounds.

Selena stands there, looking at me as if I’ve grown crazy, and I suppose that is what I must be, but I don’t care. I don’t care. I don’t care that my sobs are beginning to sound like hiccups, that my hands are shaking and that there might quite possibly be a dozens of paparazzi outside her gates, snapping and capturing every movement of ours.

“Justin,” she sighs, her eyes dropping. They’re glistening, and I ask myself what she’s crying for. Is it because she feels sorry for me or is it rather because I might’ve ruined their relationship by appearing on her doorstep like that? And of course there is this tiny voice of hope, wondering if it is because maybe she still has feelings for me, but I don’t let that voice get louder. I force myself to mute it by focusing on her breathing that’s even, unlike mine that sounds as if I’m being strangled. (It feels like I am.)

To my surprise she doesn’t grow angry or starts screaming. Instead she grabs my hands and pulls me into her house. Her hand is still so small, so warm and lays perfectly in mine as she guides me to her couch and sits me down.

Everything looks the same; she’s still got the same blanket thrown over the foot of the couch, the same throw pillows resting in each corner. The table is the same, the chairs are the same. Everything’s the same except the pictures in those same frames in which photographs of me used to be. The anger boils again as the sadness sinks in. When Selena and I started dating, we agreed to never get jealous, since working with and meeting new people comes with the job. Somehow I managed to pull through all these years. But this is different. This is breaking my heart. I can feel it, as it shatters, as the pieces rip through me, cutting me open.

I yank my hand out of hers and cover my face with both of them as I start crying again. She touches my shoulder, and I flinch.

“Talk to me, Justin,” she whispers.

I don’t say anything.

“Jay,” she sighs. It’s barely audible, but I catch it.

I raise my head in a fast motion, and this time it’s Selena that flinches. “No,” I say harshly, not being able to contain my hurt and anger, “you don’t get to call me that anymore. You lost that privilege when you agreed to marry him.” My hands are clenched into tight fists on my thighs.

She squeezes her eyes shut, her lips a firm line as her face grows hard. “So, what?!” she asks, and there is nothing friendly in her tone, “You here to be angry with me and insult me, because I’m getting married?! Did you really come here just to shout at me?” Her voice is booming through the empty house, and if I hadn’t have to stand my ground and protect what little pride there might be left, I’d scoot away from her, for she is scary when she’s on killing mode. “You know, you can leave here right now, if that’s all you came for.” I can tell she’s holding back with the way she’s clenching her jaw so hard that it almost looks painful.

I shake my head repeatedly, and fear it might snap right off and they’d really get married after all.

“You can’t marry him,” I whisper, cringing at how little I sound.

“And just why can’t I?” There’s less angriness in her tone, but I can still hear it.

I break again at the thought of her walking down the aisle to someone that isn’t me. I never would’ve thought this to be so hard, never thought I’d be in this situation, for I thought she and I would grow old together, not her and someone that isn’t me. There’s too much emotion flowing through me at once, as I continue to cry. I wish I wouldn’t. I wish I were more confident and tell her exactly what I want her to hear. I do it with everything else, why couldn’t I now?

“Please,” I plead. “Don’t do this to me.”

And just like that, she’s angry again. “Justin, you can’t just come in here, a year after we’ve broken up and do this! You can’t just waltz right into my life and demand something like this. What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

My eyes narrow as I bite my lip to keep it from trembling. “I’m trying to finally do something right in my life. That’s what the hell I’m doing.” I sound surprisingly sure as I say that. I look at her, searching for any indication that she might change her mind, that somehow in these last five minutes I have miraculously convinced her to not marry Zac. Though her face stays angry, and I wonder, if that’s just the actress in her. Maybe she’s thinking about it, maybe there is still a chance for us.

All of my hope gets crushed and stomped on as she calmly says, “I think you should leave now, Justin.”

The next couple of days presume just like this last year has. I stay locked up in my room that is starting to resemble more a cave than a bedroom, write songs about her, watch TV and sleep. People come and go, wondering what’s wrong, wanting to help, though I continue staying wrapped up in my blankets, ignoring everyone. Dozens and dozens of papers lay scattered on my floor, on my bed, half finished songs scribbled on them.

Sometimes I wish I could go back in time, tell my younger self not to sign the contract, to keep his heart locked up and safe, because in five years of time the least it will be ripped out of him.

Go back in time,
do yourself a favour,
and save yourself,
lock your heart up tightly.

A knock interrupts the process of my newest song, but I only shake my head and keep on humming to myself. The person knocks again. Stubbornly, I shut my eyes, praying he or she will leave. Instead another knock. “Go away,” I grumble. Another knock. “Go. Away.” My tone is harsh, so different than what it used to be.

There’s a sigh, and I freeze. My heart suddenly pounds faster. I would recognise that sound anywhere—a fact that somehow scares me. My mind is spinning with memories I have of this little frustrated sound.

I see us, together, on my bed, the very bed I’m currently occupying. I hear her, groaning and sighing, because she’s too nervous to get the buttons of my dress shirt open. Her hands are shaking against my chest. “Sel,” I hear myself whisper. “We don’t have to do this, if you’re not ready.”

Her shaky laugh rings in my ear. “Believe me, I want this,” she murmurs quietly, “but the fact that I can’t seem to open your damn shirt makes me even more nervous.”

I smile at her, taking her shaking hands in mine, and give them a squeeze. Then I guide them towards my buttons and help her undo them, my eyes not leaving hers.

“Justin…” Selena sighs again. I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, hoping I can somehow squeeze all the hurt and memories out of me. The tears come faster than I anticipated, suddenly rolling down my cheeks, mocking me. She knocks again, softly. “Justin, please?”

“What do you want?” I’m surprised at how angry I sound. How broken.

“Please, Justin. I just want to talk.”

“Right, because the last time we talked, we had such a lovely conversation, isn’t that so, Selena?” I can’t help my biting tone. I can’t help my blood trembling in my veins, as the anger drives me. “What do you want to talk about, then?” I ask, sarcastically.

A whisper. “Us.”

“There is no us.”

A cry. Oh, God. She’s crying. She’s crying on that other side of my door. Swiftly, I am out of my bed, cursing when my legs get tangled in the blanket, and rush to open the door. There she stands, beautiful Selena, and all oxygen leaves me at her sight. Her face is streaked with tears, free of make-up, her hair a mess that flows across her shoulders, which are shaking from her crying. Still, there is no human on this planet that could ever look more amazing to me than her. I take her in my arms instantly. I shush her softly. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I mumble over and over again. “It’s gonna be alright. Everything’s gonna be alright.”

Selena shakes her head against my shoulder, wiping her tears on my shirt in the process. I can feel the wetness beginning to form there. I do not care. I care about this woman that is nestled in my arms, about what brings her to me in this state. That is what I care about in this moment. “Talk to me, Sel,” I whisper. “What’s going on?”

A cry rumbles through her body again. “How—” she stutters, “How can—How can you be so n-nice to me? How—How can you just wrap me in your arms like this? After all that I have done to you?”

I shrug, running my hand down her back, around her sides. It feels so good, having her here, this close to me, being able to touch her like this. I sigh. “It’s because I love you. That simple.”

She only shakes her head at that again as she continues to cry.

“Come here,” I whisper, letting her go. I take her trembling hand in mine and guide her to my bed. I flick the blanket back, which takes all of the stuff with it, leaving us some space where I sit myself down. I open my arms for her to fold herself on my lap.

Though, Selena just stands there, staring at me. “I’m so sorry,” she says, and swiftly bursts into another cry.

Again, I wrap my hand around hers, pulling her on my lap. “Princess, it’s fine. It doesn’t matter. I just want you better, alright?” My arm is around her shoulder, keeping her against me as her head lays on my own shoulder. My other arm is over her thigh, my hand on her hip. “Selena,” I say, “You’re going to be alright, you hear me? You’re gonna be just fine.”

We stay like this, intertwined, until she gradually calms down.

“What happened?” I ask, quietly.

“He—He left me… After seeing shots of us from the other day.”

And it’s this that gets me angry all over again. It’s this that makes me feel like a complete idiot. Like the universe is out there to get me.

I look down at her, my eyes narrowed in hurt and betrayal. “So now that he’s left you, you come crawling back to me?” My voice is harsh, low. “Because I’m just a rebound, someone to patch you up on your way to finding your happily ever after, right?”

I gently lift her out of my lap, scooting away from her so I don’t have to look at her anymore. Because that look on her face—it just kills me. Tears are already welling up in her eyes again. Something like regret flashes across her face, and all I’m thinking is yes. What else did she think would happen? That I’ll gladly take her back? That I’ll always be here begging for her love and that when there’s no one to love her she’ll still have me, so whatever?

I shake my head, rubbing my hands over face and hair. No, I will not let myself be treated like this. I am worth so much more, not some pathetic rebound for whenever she feels like having someone to hold.

“Justin,” she stutters, her cries cutting through this one simple word. “It’s not what you think. Please, just let me explain.” She’s suddenly kneeling beside me, her hand on my shoulder. Her touch is so soft yet it feels like she’s burning my skin with every second she doesn’t withdraw. I am a mess to her existence.

I let my head fall forward, catching it in my palms. Then, I sit up straighter, gently taking her hand off my shoulder. She flinches and she’s just about to pull back, but I don’t let her. Instead I close my fingers around hers, giving them a small squeeze. Because, yes, after everything, this woman still means the sun and stars to me. And I would never let my sun and stars move on to another universe.

I nod my head for her to continue, for her to explain.

Selena clears her throat. “Zac saw the candids. He wasn’t angry… I mean he was, a little, at first. But then he said—He said that he wouldn’t stand in our way. He said that there is obviously a reason why I didn’t take his ring and he thinks it’s you.” I look up, stare at her as she speaks, stare at her mouth as she tells me what has happened. I want to kiss that mouth. “He said after all this time we still managed to come together and that that was some sign, that we—you and me—were meant for each other and he would never stand in the way of someone else’s happiness.  Also, he said that me with him—we’d never be as happy as you and me, so what’s the point of that anyways?”

Her eyes hold so many questions after she’s finished explaining, her mouth still parted with those questions on her lips, dying to ask, but instead I lean forward and capture her mouth with mine. My free hand comes up to cup her cheek and jaw as I pull her closer to me. Our kiss is nothing but sweet. It is hectic, frantic, desperate. It is everything.

We part, and I sit myself criss-crossed in front of her as she mirrors my form. I look at her, force this picture of her with flushed cheeks, wet, plump lips in front of me into my memories. I study her face, her skin, her hair. I listen to her breath as it leaves her in short puffs. I trace my finger down her neck, feeling her shivers under my fingertips.

This is it, I think.

a/n thanks for reading! i started this piece like almost half a year ago but somehow couldn’t bring myself to finish it. i’m here now, tho. i got it. hope you enjoyed :)