someone did my make up yay

anonymous asked:


“did they hurt you?” 

you slammed the door to your apartment, breaking down to tears as soon as you closed the door. 

you slid down the wall, knowing your boyfriend wouldn’t be home right now to see you like this. you knew you were about to have a panic attack. 

you had the absolute worst day at uni, mostly because you were harassed by a group of boys you had unfortunately went to high school with. they bullied you in high school and you didn’t think they knew you went to that uni, you definitely didn’t know they went there either.

they caught you off guard, surrounding you. having bad anxiety didn’t help either. 

as your breathing got heavier, you knew you should call shawn since he always knows how to calm you down. you didn’t want to call him since he was probably busy at the studio, or so you thought.

“y/n, baby, what happened? what’s wrong?” 

with your blurry vision you could barely make out his tall figure rushing towards you and crouching down to your level. 

he cupped your cheeks, doing the breathing exercises you’re supposed to do when this happens. 

“hey, you’re okay. breathe with me y/n. on the count of three.” 

eventually your breathing calmed and shawn pulled you into his chest. 

“what happened?” 

you explained the whole story from when it started back in grade 11, to what happened today. 

“oh my god babe,” he sighed, kissing the top of your head multiple times. “did they hurt you? if they did, i’ll kill them. you know i will.”

you lightly chuckled, wiping the tears from your eyes. 

“not physically, but emotionally. thankfully someone got me out before they could do anything though.” 

he stood up, holding his hands out for you. 

“you’re switching to online classes from now on.” he says, kissing your temple as you head up the stairs to bed. “just so i can make sure you’re safe.”

IKWYDLS {Newt x Reader AU} 

Requested: YAS.

Author: Joi A. Wade

Summary: Newt and the gang have returned from summer vacation, ready to finish their last year of High School. But, when a well kept secret breaks loose, things start turning for the worst.

I just don’t see what went wrong. I thought everything between us was going fine…but I guess dirty secrets can’t be kept for long.


I couldn’t wait to see (Y/N) after two and a half months of being away from each other. The only communication we had was texting and bloody Facetime, which didn’t really help on how much I missed her. My summer wasn’t the same without her, sure I had fun in Aruba, but being a million miles away from my love…just didn’t feel right.

Well, now it’s Wednesday, I’m back home and at school, and I can finally reunite with my fellow companions for our last year of high school. I even missed those shuck-faces.

 Entering through the doors, I was greeted with that same smell the school reeked of. Bleach and complete klunk. But, not even the smell was going to ruin this day for me. I was going to hug and kiss (Y/N) after so long, and that’s all that mattered.

“Hey, well, if it isn’t the shuckiest, shuck-face around W.I.C.K.E.D High.” I felt a hand clamp on my back, accompanied with a sarcastic tone in the person’s voice.

“Good to see you, too, Minho. How was your summer?”

“Fantastic! You have NO idea how many sweet asses there are in Miami, it was heaven on Earth, my friend. How was Aruba?” Minho grinned, “See any hot, Caribbean girls down there?”

I rolled my eyes, is that really all he cares about? Well, it IS Minho for Christ sake.

“Have you forgotten that I am happily with my lovely girlfriend?” I playfully glare at him.

Suddenly, his playful demeanor changed quickly and his body language looked uncomfortable for some reason.  

“O-Oh yeah. I forgot about (Y/N).” Minho shook his head, arms crossed.

I looked at him questionably, wondering why he said her name like it was some kind of curse, with a look of displeasure plastered on his face. Clearing my throat, I got his attention again.

“Is there something you’d like to tell me?” I crossed my arms, getting ready to bloody curse the shuck out of him for having such a bad attitude toward (Y/N).

Minho sighed, scratching the back of his neck, as if he were having a debate inside of his head about something.

“Look…Newt.There’s something you should know about (Y/N) and…I don’t think you’re gonna like it.”  

It’s already third period and still no sign of Newt anywhere. I would have thought he would have met me by my locker or something, or at least have texted me. Did he miss me like he said he did? Has he forgotten about me? Has he…found out about anything? No. No, he couldn’t have. No one saw me, I was very careful about what I was doing…I hope.

“Hey, Newt! Nice to see you back in one piece,” I rushed up to my friend, seeing that he was finished talking with Gally and Teresa…why would he be talking to them…at the same time?

I saw him clench his fist, slowly turning to face me. His body language screamed DANGER, but his facial expression screamed HI, FRIEND.

“Hello, Thomas. How was your summer?” He spoke through clenched teeth, eyes softly glaring at me. Okay, two things weren’t right already about this conversation.

One, his whole tense attitude towards me, even though his voice was soft and inviting. Two, the fact that he addressed me as ‘Thomas’ instead of his usual nickname for me.

“It was fine…”

“Oh was it now? Did you…spend it with someone special?” He took a step closer to me, making me stiffen up. He must have noticed the change in my face, because his smile turned sinister, his scowl deepening.

“W-What…what do you mean?”

Newt chuckled darkly leaning against the lockers next to him. This was only increasing my anxiety even more, and the anticipation of a punch coming my way pretty soon. As quick as it was to come, his grin disappeared; he was now showing the emotion of rage. He knows.

“I know what you did, Tommy.”

He knows.

{ Oki Doki! This is the longest imagine I’ve written so far! Yay! SHould I make a part 2?? I just might! I hope you enjoyed <3 }

Something I realized recently

When I’m talking to someone, I’ll often rephrase my words three, four, five times before sending a message. Just to make sure my meaning is completely clear. And if I feel like it wasn’t, I’ll clarify after. 

I’ve always thought this was just a thing I did to avoid misunderstanding and accidentally hurting peoples feelings, but I just came to the very abrupt realization that it’s… actually because that’s what I had to do growing up. If I said something wrong, that could even slightly be constructed into something negative, my mother would lash out. Now that’s manifested into hypercorrection when talking to people and flat out refusing to make contact if I feel there will be no perfectly positive outcome. I haven’t been able to reach out to my friends for support because I’m afraid they’ll feel that I’m being selfish and turn it against me. I can’t even bring myself to message my mom about my health insurance. Even the prospect of minor and temporary negativity scares me to death when I’m interacting with people.

Quitting Smoking

I really expected to be irritable and obsessive, usual symptoms that come up when someone quits cigarettes. But honestly? I feel great!!
Thanks to Prozac (the second worst thing I ever did to my body), I am left with fatigue and unimaginable acid reflux/nausea. Since developing those symptoms, cigarettes make it 100x worse. Every cigarette left me feeling weak, tired, and ready to puke
(Except for when I am super super stressed/anxious)
Recently my chest started having weird pressure and slight pain when I smoked, maybe it was this small sickness I am fighting over or allergies, but it was really concerning and thankfully, was a wake up call for what may come in 2 decades if I continued to smoke. So I had to stop and it was easier than I thought?

Now my teeth look/feel better. My hair looks better. I feel better. MY STOMACH FEELS BETTER. And these are all after quitting days ago. My skin is sensitive and needs at least a month to adjust to any change (allergy season, the heat, my new moisturizer, quitting, DRINKING MORE WATER like wtf this is good for you stop breaking out like???) but I feel like my face doesn’t look like it’s dragging down as much.

These little changes are changes I have to keep in mind. They keep me so motivated. I have to admit that I had a couple of cigs since my quit date, but that was days ago and I feel really confident that I won’t have one again soon! Hopefully ever!

Are You Dating Me.. Or Him? [Michael Clifford Imagine]

Your boyfriend’s friendship with another band member makes you jealous.

You were currently sitting in the living room of the house that your boyfriend, Michael, shared with the rest of his band. He invited you over for a night of movies and fun with them since he’d be leaving soon for tour and other things.

It was actually fun at first. The boys are  hilarious and they took you in like you were one of them, which you loved. The night was going perfectly until halfway through one of the movies, Michael moved from his spot on the couch next to you to sit in the chair across the room with Luke.

You couldn’t really concentrate on the movie anymore because the now vacant spot next to you made you uncomfortable. You liked having Michael to snuggle up to so you could feel his warmth, hear his heartbeat when you leaned on his chest and feel his body’s vibration when he laughed. You wanted his arms to be around you, and not Luke like they currently were.

During the rest of the movie you kept glancing over at Michael and Luke. Michael was sitting on Luke’s lap and their arms were wrapped around each other as they watched the movie. You had to admit, it was really cute, but you wanted to be the one looking cute cuddled up with Michael. He is your boyfriend.

The movie finished and Calum got up to look through their collection of movies. He called out different titles as Luke and Michael yelled out ‘no’ until he said one that made Michael say 'yes’. Spiderman, of course. Calum switched the movies then laid back in his spot on the floor, getting tangled in the sheets he’d put down there with Ashton. You then realized that everyone had someone to cuddle with except you.

“I wish I had someone to cuddle with.” you said outloud. This made the boys laugh.

“Sorry, y/n. Michael’s mine for the night.” Luke said before playfully sticking his tongue out at you, making you give him the finger. He looked surprised after you did it so you smiled to let him know you didn’t actually hate him. You were just a little jealous at the moment.

“Y/n. Be nice.” Michael said.

“I’ll be nice when I have someone to cuddle with. I feel awkward and lonely and my so-called boyfriend doesn’t care.” you told him.

Ashton got up from his spot on the floor with Calum and sat next to you, lifting his right arm as he gave you a big grin.

“Yay!” you said before snuggling up to him.
“Now I feel awkward and lonely.” Calum said. You laughed.

“There’s room for one more.” you told him. He hopped up off the floor and sat on the couch on the other side of you. Calum laid his head on your shoulder and wrapped both arms around you as you stayed in your position, hugging Ashton’s torso with his arm stretched around your body.  His hand now sat on your lower back because Calum was laying on your side where it previously was. You smiled to yourself because now you had two people to cuddle with. That means twice the warmth and twice the feeling of vibration from their laughter. Who needs Michael when you have Ashton and Calum?

You could finally focus on the movie and you were glad because you loved the Spiderman movies. You didn’t look at Michael and Luke not once after that. In fact, you had forgotten they were cuddling on the other side of the room.

“Y/n.. you don’t want me to come over there?” Michael said in a whiney voice. You glanced at him before shaking your head.

“No, I’m okay.” you told him. You hadn’t noticed but Michael had been staring at you for a long time. He wasn’t into the movie at all knowing that two of his best friends were on the couch cuddling with his girl.

“Keep your hands off my girl, you two! I’m watching you!” Michael yelled to Ashton and Calum. They laughed before snuggling closer to you just to make him mad, and this made you laugh.

You would say you felt bad about this, but you didn’t. Michael did the same thing to you and didn’t budge when you mentioned it. Now it was his turn to be jealous.

hesmiledandsaidhi  asked:

Hey i saw people were tagging you in my post! Seacrest said jungwirth was seeing someone else, & that pending the results of a paternity test, louis is ready to take responsibility as a father. It was treated seriously & painted L in a positive light

Thank you! 

Yes, I think I was tagged because I mentioned just today that I was listening to the station online. I must have gotten up from my desk or something and I missed that segment, unfortunately. : /   Do you happen to recall around what time that was?

Oh and I received an anon message from someone else who heard it as well, so yay! I’ll paste their message here below:

anonymous asked:

Ryan Seacrest did talk about it with his sidekick. Don’t know her name, but they didn’t make a joke out it. They talked about it like it was an actual possibility. The only humorous thing Ryan said was that the baby would be taken care of no matter who the baby turns out to be. I think they also mentioned In Touch as the source. (rec’d 9.4.15)


(I wrote this in 2011. Mortifying events still occur. They’re part of being a writer.)

You never know how events will turn out. Sometimes 1000 people come, and sometimes no one does. There’s a book called Mortification in which published authors share book event stories that were, well, mortifying. Everyone has them. They are often painful at the time, but become great stories to share with other authors and laugh about later. They are valiant battle scars, like rejections.

Feel free to laugh at my pain, and know that I don’t share to complain. I know how lucky I am to be published at all and have the opportunity to have a book signing no one comes to!

Seven years ago, my very first out-of-my-homestate book event. I went to a regional trade show where booksellers from surrounding states came to learn about the latest releases. There was an evening signing, where my publisher supplied boxes of the goose girl to give away. Yes, that’s right, GIVE AWAY, and they were hardcovers, not even ARCs. Hopefully the booksellers would read this book and then want to order it for their store! Some booksellers came to my table and requested a copy. “Who do you want me to sign this to?” I asked. “Just a signature,” they said. The experienced novelist to my right whispered to me, “When they want a signature only, it means they’re going to resell it.” I didn’t know if that was true, but I became very aware that 90% of them wanted signature only. Long before the hour-long signing was over, my line was over. I smiled cordially but was really panicking. My first book! My baby! And I can’t even GIVE it away!

What did we learn? At book conferences, booksellers get lots of free books. They have to haul/ship them all home. It’s nothing personal, but they just can’t take them all.

Six years ago I am invited to speak at a large conference in another state. I arrive at the venue: an auditorium that seats 2000 people. Exactly 15 people come, most of whom are from my publisher, the rest are conference attendees I met and begged to come in case no one did. I give my talk. I want to die.

What did we learn? To take pictures! My only regret is not taking a photo of that huge room with thousands of empty seats and those few people in the two front rows smiling awkwardly. That would have been such a funny keepsake.

Five years ago, I fly to a far away state to do school visits. At the first school, no one seems to be expecting me or have any idea who I am. Eventually they put me in the library with a class of about 20 middle schoolers, who are mildly happy to be out of class and supremely uninterested in the random adult in front of them. The librarian introduces me, “Here’s Sharon Hall. She writes books.” He then goes over to the couch where he reads a magazine during my presentation. A few teachers on break gather nearby, speaking so loudly I have to ask them to please keep it down because the kids couldn’t hear me. Not that they really wanted to.

What did we learn? You don’t really matter, not that much.

Four years ago, I go on book tour. My publisher hires a car to take me from one city to another, where I am to do a presentation and signing at a bookstore. The car must be expensive. I am already feeling guilty. I hope I sell enough books to make it worth it for them! I arrive. There’s a picture of me on a poster in the window. I enter. There are no chairs set up for a talk. The embarrassed bookseller explains no one has come. She puts me in a chair by the door, where I sit for an hour as customers enter and try not to make eye contact with the leprotic author at the door. One woman comes to me to ask where the DVDs of Curious George are. I’m sorry, I don’t know. She sees the sign, realizes I’m a visiting author, and feeling sorry for me, sits in a chair facing me and talks to me about Curious George for 20 minutes. She doesn’t buy a book.

What did we learn? Well, this example was just one of many. 99% of authors have many such stories to tell. 

Three years ago, a holiday book signing at a local bookstore. In comes, oh let’s call him Alfred. “Alfred!” I cry, giving him a hug. He was a dear friend of mine and my husband’s in high school and I hadn’t seen him since. We exchange info. What am I doing? Mothering mostly, and I write books. He’s a middle school teacher and in fact has come to the store expressly to purchase a graphic novel good for middle schoolers. What luck! I normally am shy to promote my own books, but clearly he’ll be delighted with Rapunzel’s Revenge, a graphic novel perfect for middle schoolers, written by two old friends. He looks it over. He puts it back on the shelf. He doesn’t buy it.

What did we learn? Remember those fantasies about how one day you would show everyone you weren’t really a loser after all? They never come true.

Two years ago, a specialty bookstores invites me and Dean as well as another author to speak at an event. There’s a nice crowd of about 70 in the auditorium. The other author speaks first. We sit in the audience so we can see his slide show. He’s a cool author and we’re so pleased to be a part of it! We’re peers with this great, accomplished artist. Cool! But apparently he didn’t know anything about us, because at the end of the talk, he says, “And now I think we’re going upstairs to the gallery for a gallery talk.” He leaves. The audience stands up and follows him. Dean and I sit there, stunned. The organizer gapes, unsure what to do. I know what I’d like to do–RUN AWAY! But one girl and her father remain in the audience, apparently the only ones in the crowd who had expressly come for me and Dean. So we remain and give our presentation to two people. After a few minutes, three more people shuffle in. One of them later accuses me of stealing one of my book ideas from him, although I have never met him in my life.

What did we learn? I’m not sure, but whatever lesson I was supposed to have learned long ago I apparently didn’t, since such things keep happening.

This was just a random sampling of the common humiliations authors experience. What makes them hard is this expectation. Someone set up an event believing that I could make a go of it, and yet I couldn’t. I feel like I failed the bookstore, the school, my publisher, the organizer. But hey, surely I’m beautifully humbled by now, right? Yay! I am Miss Humility!

Insatiable: Teen Wolf (S3, ep23)


Don’t know what to say. They were right. I wasn’t prepared. I knew it was coming and I still wasn’t prepared. (SPOILERS BELOW)

Nogitsune: “Are they saying that Stiles is dying? He is, you know.” NO DON’T SAY THAT

Omg we have another banshee YAY

Eichen House really needs to step up their game I mean it’s so easy for anyone to escape from there

Every Stilinski hug gives me all the feels

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So I woke up with a terrible hangover and I barely remember what I said or did last night– not as if I cared. But I guess I went to bed watching UFC or something cause I dreamt that Hoechlin wanted to rip someones head, it was interesting to say the least tho. Didn’t make me feel anything better so you know, violence doesn’t solve anything. Not even on dreams. And to keep on my lucky day, Marlene sent one of her assistants to my house to take me to set by force. Yay? Thankfully Hanna is sort of alcoholic right now so I never felt more in character.