One of the most satisfying things about witnessing Harry’s success is knowing that he’s a genuinely good person. Like we’ve seen time and time again how lovely and kind and humble he is, and how no matter how huge he gets he appreciates every positive thing that comes his way. For as long as he’s been in the public eye, he seems to have always understood the transcience of fame and commercial success and so has never taken any of the overwhelming support for him for granted. Even a few days ago when he was doing one of his radio interviews, he kept thanking the host for playing his song and having him on the show, and the interviewer let out a chuckle like ‘are you kidding me???’ and said “No, thank YOU.” Because he’s Harry’s Styles so of course being interviewed and praised should be something that he’s pretty used to by now. But after all these years, Harry still makes sure to stay kind and grateful and thoughtful about how he interacts with people around him and what he puts back into the world. Like there is something so wonderful about knowing that Harry is both tremendously talented and fiercely good-natured and that he’s someone you can just root for wholeheartedly. In case it isn’t clear, I’m so proud of him and I’m so proud to support him in any way I can because he is loving and deserving and so much the kind of person I aspire to be someday.
Every single one of my Group Project With Terrible Group Members anxieties was on fire within 30 seconds of this episode
Me, quietly, under my breath: Clearly Deku is trying to do the work it’s his partner who’s not helping tell the teacher Deku deserves an A its not his fault hes in a shitty group.
For real this is almost a tongue-in-cheek commentary on schools handling bullying. Turns to the person clearly only being victimized who’s done nothing wrong. “Now I think you BOTH need to work on your get-along skills hmmm?”
They sure like to name episodes as “[Character name]: Origin”
I really like how Shonen Logic:tm: works where characters can be smashed through buildings and be fine, but Bakugou whapping Deku in the nose with his stupid gauntlet leaves Deku wincing on the ground.
and by “really like” i mean “im really fucking hurt. Deku looked so hurt he didnt deserve that”
Look at him. Look at him he didnt deserve that. Someone please kick Bakugou’s ass.
Status update: the rest of the episode is All Might kicking Bakugou’s ass. Nice. Prick.
Bakugou: [yells] Deku: [yelling] stop yelling!
All Might proceeds to shut Bakugou up. Nice All Might good job listening.
I’m so happy for All Might. He’s having the best time being a villain. You know he’s giggling like a five year old on the inside you know it. He gets to just break shit and be evil. I love it.
[Obligatory Sans Undertale joke]
OKAY SO ALL MIGHT’S NOT FUCKING AROUND ALRIGHTY THIS IS FINE.
HI WELCOME TO U.A. THE TOP SCHOOL IN THE WORLD OUR CURRICULUM IS BEATING THE ABSOLUTE FUCKING PULP OUT OF YOUR CHILDREN ANY QUESTIONS?
That’s not even hyperbole Bakugou got his breakfast beaten right out of him RIP Bakugou yikes
NGL the changing angle made it look for a moment like All Might impaled Deku with that fence and like….little dark, All Might.
“You will be my successor Midoriya when I pass the torch on oh shit fuck right you needed those internal organs. Ive lived without mine so long I forgot they were there. My bad. ……Should I move the fence?”
Bakugou: “I’m going to beat All Might with my own two fists!” All Might: -punches Bakugou’s breakfast right out of him- Bakugou: “Never mind!!!! Turns out I suck!!! Test canceled!!! I quit!!!”
Deku: -slugs Bakugou- listen u shit I’m not throwing away my A for this.
“We still have to fight All Might!!” Okay Vomit-Mouth.
Poor Deku, for the whole alley scene. Bakugou’s just fucking screaming at him 2.5 inches away and Bakugou won’t wipe his damn mouth like damn at least pop a breath mint or something if youre gonna harrass Deku point-blank like that it’s gross.
I LOVE ALL MIGHT’S RUN HE LOOKS LIKE A DOOFY VIDEO GAME CHARACTER
Deku: “Finally, with Bakugou’s gauntlet I can use a quirk without breaking my own arm.” Deku: -breaks his arm from the recoil- Deku: “Oh fucking come on”
I love Bakugou just blast-zooming through the air while he and Deku talk it’s like those long-ass Naruto scenes where they hop 2945 feet between branches. Except poor Deku’s gotta like, actually run. Offer him a ride Bakugou you animal.
Deku: “That gate’s fucking kawaii and I’m kinda insulted considering how I’ve been nearly killed to death like four times in this thing but okay whatever.”
ALL MIGHT THEYRE CHILDREN GODDAMN
I BEAT A MOTHER FUCKER WITH ANOTHER MOTHER FUCKER
Bakugou: -uses his quirk to fucking launch Deku toward the goal like a sack of potatoes- me, thinking back to the physical tests of season 1: Haha call back.
ALL MIGHT THEY ARE C H I L D R EN
Bakugou: “what!!?? YOU THOUGHT DEKU WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO COULD BREAK ALL HIS ARMS AND SCREAM!!? I CAN BREAK MY ARMS EVEN FUCKING BETTER THAN HE CAN”
ALL MIGHT THIS IS NOT HOW MERCY WORKS
this is physically painful to watch im like upset
theyre kids theyre just kids leave them a l o n e
also Bakugou trying to bite All Might’s hand as a last ditch effort is just….real sad? It hurts? This all hurts?
Im glad Deku punched All Might he was being a real jackass today.
Recovery Girl, for the 19375th time: “The absolute fucking shit I put up with because of you people”
Falling asleep alone but waking up with him. He doesn’t like staying out late for work, but definitely makes up for it with warm cuddles
This man cannot cook but will try his very best to impress you with plenty of home cooked meals and other little labors of love
Sometimes when he’s drunk he really can’t keep all the horrible things he’s seen, and all his fears from spilling out. He’s always afraid you’ll leave because of he’s such a unreliable wreck. Just hold him tight. He’s a sensitive guy and needs love and support.
Big on PDA, no mater the time or the place if he gets the urge to kiss and cling to you it’s going to happen
Acts really confident and serious during lewd acts but will fall apart if you give him attention
Seb’s a detective. He almost always a pair of handcuffs on hand. No need to say anything else.
Dating Joseph would involve:
He is such a dork and will try to be really formal and polite the first few months you are dating. A bit old fashioned and always a gentleman.
Working at the KPD is overwhelming but with your support he feels like he can do anything
So passionate it’s rather infectious. Seeing him get excited about a movie/book/whatever seems to rub off on you even if you have zero knowledge/investment in what he’s obsessing over
Loves receiving PDA. Hoh boy its wild how reactive he is to every little touch. He’s a bit loud though, so maybe save it for home and not at the station.
He’s so soft spoken and gentle but he is fucking strong. It’s almost frightening when you see him work with an axe to cut wood. Wouldn’t want to be on the wrong end of that.
Soft cinnamon roll in the streets, total freak in the sheets
Dating Ruvik would involve:
First and foremost is his work. If you really are serious about being with him, be ready to lend a helping hand in the lab
PDA is a no go at first. He’s not too self conscious about his burns but still doesn’t like being touched or exposed for prolonged periods of time. gradually he’ll come to enjoy holding hands and hugs, but it’ll take some trust.
Ruvik is petty as fuck and will hold grudges. Expect small acts of revenge (nothing lethal or really harmful) in the strangest of places.
His version of ‘talking dirty’ is using very detached and scientific observations to describe the situation he has you in and what he plans to do you. Don’t expect your actual name to be used. You are just another test subject after all.
While he doesn’t seem to care and appears cold at times, he is trying so hard to be a better man. While they are few and far between, he will make grand gestures to try and show how he really feels.
Dating Laura would involve:
Sneeking out in the middle of the night to see her at the Victoriano mansion
She is so soft and beautiful but she is such a fighter. She has a strong spirit and will do anything to protect what she believes in and you are constantly amazed by her sheer resolve
She will always blush really hard if you compliment her, without fail. She says she doesn’t like all the flattery but really she holds everything you say close to her heart
She will sing until you fall asleep, and loves writing small songs about you
She isn’t super confident with PDA, so you’ll have to make the first move. With some reasurement that you love being seen with her she’ll get much more daring with handholding/kissing in public
The last gift you receive before the fire from her is a small locket with a picture of the both of you inside.
Dating Stefano would involve:
Art. 24/7. You’ll never not be hearing about his art or other artists that he admires.
Stefano is rather private about how his art is made and doesn’t divulge many details, but loves the fact that you constantly ask how he does it.
Will never ask you to model for him. Don’t take it personally. He just wants to keep you all to himself. The world doesn’t deserve to see the true face of his muse.
Not super into PDA but he does leave plenty of marks in the bedroom. No public displays are needed for other people to know that you’re taken.
Stefano might take a few pictures now and then when you don’t realize he’s watching.
Despite his smug and superior attitude, he does have a good heart (most of the time) and always is someone you can depend on
Might like having you depend on him just a little too much…
Dating Tatiana would involve:
Team mom will do everything in her power to make you feel safe and loved
Not the best at expressing affection out loud and usually comes off as sarcastic but man is she a sap for writing poetry for you
She tries to maintain a small ‘garden’ in her office so she can give you bouquets when pretty flowers are in season
Middle of the road when it comes to PDA. Either no physical contact whatsoever or she goes full force.
She’s a dom. Sorry I don’t get to make the rules
She loves spoiling you with gifts
Dating Reborn Laura would involve:
General disclaimer, watch out for those nails
You were sure the thing was going to maul you the first time you encountered it, but soon the resemblance between the creature and your deceased lover makes sense
It’s hard to tell if this Laura remembers you or not, but you aren’t dead yet so that’s got to count for something
No need to fear the other creatures of STEM when your significant other is top of the food chain
Dating Haunted Joseph would involve:
It’s never clear if he wants to kiss you or eat you
So many bite and scratch marks.
Despite his aggressive nature, Joseph seems to have brief moments of lucidity in which he frantically apologizes for what he’s done to you.
Possessive and nasty as fuck. It’s not beneath him to openly take out his aggression on other Haunted so that any and all monsters will keep away from you and him.
Returning his affections will calm him… temporarily
Dating The Keeper would involve:
B i g boy
Expect to be carried in his arms or over his shoulder everywhere
Honestly the best at hugs and cuddles
The tentacles that sprout from the inside of his safe are a bit frightening but they seem to help The Keeper sense his surroundings and gradually become less scary.
Cant really kiss but will bend down to softly press his head against yours to show affection
Look you will probably die if you attempt lewds. If you are so determined to bang the Keeper just take it slow for your own sake
Dating Obscura would involve:
Loves cuddles but she doesn’t really realize that the size difference might be a bit hard on her human
Touching her ‘face’ makes her purr, just avoid smudging her lens!
Loves bringing back gifts and random things she finds in STEM. Some of these things are more pleasant than others…
Stefano is protective of his sweet Obscura. Don’t piss him off.
Obscura especially loves ‘surprise hugs’. Try not to have a heart attack when she drops from the ceiling to engage in some PDA
Alright listen up guys because I am really pissed off right now and I have something that needs to be said.
Everyone’s always talking about how fucking horrible it is to have art stolen and reposted and that if you repost art you are a shitty person and the scum of the earth. Now, while I agree that reposting art is a pretty shitty thing to do, there is something else that people tend to overlook a lot that is just as bad, if not ten times worse.
Writers are constantly thrown under the bus. People fawn over fanart and commission people for prints and worship fanartists and get so fucking pissed when their favorite artists’ work is reposted. But writers don’t get that kind of attention. Writers slave for weeks and months and years to write long and intricate stories that will get 1,000 views IF THEY’RE LUCKY.They’ll get a few comments IF THEY’RE LUCKY. No one wants to pay for fanfiction. Only a select few writers are worshipped for their fics that are known throughout the entire fandom. Writers are so under-appreciated, and unfortunately, that means that their problems get swept under the rug as well.
Writers have their work stolen too. I know three people including myself who have been plagiarized within the past year or so. People copy fanfiction. They copy/paste fics from one site to another or sometimes they copy someone’s fanfic idea exactly and only change the dialogue and descriptions slightly so that it looks vaguely different. Let me tell you something. One of my best friends was plagiarized recently, and she has also had art reposted before. She said having her writing plagiarized hurts a lot worse than having art reposted.
A lot of times, when art is reposted, it’s an honest mistake by the person who reposted it. They didn’t know they were supposed to ask permission before reposting. A lot of times, people are very apologetic when reposting art and take it down if it is asked of them. I’m not saying that this is the case in EVERY situation, but the majority of the time, it is.
With plagiarism, THERE ARE NO FUCKING HONEST MISTAKES. TO PLAGIARIZE SOMEONE, YOU HAVE TO ACTUALLY TAKE THE TIME TO COPY/PASTE SOMEONE ELSE’S WORK AND CHANGE IT SLIGHTLY IN HOPES THAT YOU WON’T GET CAUGHT, AND PASS IT OFF AS YOUR OWN ORIGINAL WORK. THAT IS NOT FUCKING OKAY. YOU DON’T TO THAT TO SOMEONE, DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW MUCH OF A SHITTY PERSON THAT MAKES YOU!?
Plagiarism is a lot harder to deal with than reposted art is. It’s easy to prove that you are the artist of your drawing if it gets stolen because most likely you will have other art pieces with the same style, and you’ll have a watermark on it. Those things prove that the art belongs to you, and if someone isn’t cooperative in taking the reposted art down, it’s easy to report it or have a swarm of people sending comments to take it down.
With plagiarism, it is a lot harder to get that sorted out. Writing styles are so different even when it comes to one author. It is very rare that you can tell who an author is just by reading their writing. I’ve read some fics that are so good and in character, you’d think the author of the original book wrote it. Most people reading a plagiarized fanfic won’t even know that it’s been stolen. I’ve actually been accused of having plagiarized my own story before, just because someone had read the copied fic before they read my original fic!! Whats worse, a lot of plagiarists will defend themselves to the death and try to make themselves look like the victim!!!
And it’s harder to find plagiarized fics, especially for me, because I don’t check the tags on ao3 and every other fanfic site to see if my work has been stolen. I don’t have the time to go through every fanfic in every tag for every shp that I’ve ever written for every day to make sure that my work wasn’t copied!!!
Do you even understand how stressful it is, how upsetting, to have your writing stolen!? To have spent days and weeks on writing something, only to have someone else post a fic that’s almost exactly the same!? Especially if it ends up getting more views or comments or kudos than yours!? It’s one of the most horrible experiences that I’d ever been through!
When I was plagiarized, I didn’t want to write anything for weeks. I was so afraid that it would happen again. To this day, I am still afraid that it will happen. I am so, so afraid. I don’t know what I would do if I found out that one of my series was being copied. My fic that was plagiarized was a oneshot. If I had an entire series stolen, I may never write a fanfic again.
Please don’t act like this isn’t a big deal, or something that doesn’t happen often, because it does, and it hurts a lot. Please give fic writers the credit they deserve and please, for the love of God and all that is good in this world, DO NOT EVER STEAL SOMEONE ELSE’S WRITING. AND IF YOU SEE A FIC THAT YOU THINK IS BEING PLAGIARIZED, GET ALL THE FACTS FIRST. FIND OUT WHICH FIC WAS POSTED FIRST. TELL THE ORIGINAL POSTER THAT THEIR WORK IS BEING COPIED. HELP THEM REPORT IT. DON’T JUST LET IT SLIDE.
TREAT PLAGIARISM THE SAME WAY YOU WOULD TREAT REPOSTED ART, BECAUSE BOTH OF THEM ARE EQUALLY UNACCEPTABLE AND WRITERS DON’T DESERVE TO BE SLIGHTED LIKE THIS WHILE THEIR ARTIST FRIENDS ARE PROTECTED
People who deserve so much fucking better in 13 reasons why
Hannah: if only someone fucking listened, the way she was treated was horrendous and I wished someone could have seen her pain
JEFF: DESERVES THE FUCKIN WORLD, he only wanted to play some baseball, do kinda ok in school and help his nerdy lil friend actually live his life. Honestly had a heart of gold
Jessica: she was raped for crying out loud and was dealing with so much at the time. Honestly deserved better
Justin: comes from a shitty home and is constantly treated like crap. He actually sees that what he did was wrong and you can see that he feels like shit about it. So much potential for character development.
Zach: poor lil baby. Yh he did something shitty but you can tell he’s a good person and is trying to redeem himself.
Alex: he clearly felt bad for what he did and recognised his mistakes. Hope he doesn’t die
Clay: he LOVED her ffs. Was put through a shit load of trauma and heartache bless him and is now trying to help someone else…. honestly has a heart of gold
HEY Y’ALL !!!! I’ve been putting this off for so long but I’m finally making a follow forever because I love my mutuals more than ever and I also just hit 1.5k!! So to celebrate love and good things and all that, I just wanna dedicate a post to all the wonderful people I’ve met on this hecking site !!!
*whispers* both Anders and Fenris had really, really fucked up things happen to them and are both completely valid in their opinions, reactions, and conversations. They are also valid in their antagonism to each other because fuck if it isn’t hard looking in a mirror. They both deserve love and understanding and support and all the blankets and cuddles, and in a kinder world might just have been better friends. I say better because they were friends, as much as they could be. You don’t invite someone you hate to a game of diamondback in your home with other friends if you didn’t like them, and on that same note you wouldn’t accept the invitation either.
According to people that were at the con. Alisha said that Dom knew that book fans would react badly to Jace Maia. He was scared because of the fans because he likes JaceMaia. im glad he isnt on twitter that much. I dont want him to get hate 💔 And Alisha said she does not care at all what book fans think about JaceMaia. And Alisha and Dom are good friends & because of their trust in each other, they were really comfortable doing the scene together. They both deserve the world.
anon you have to give me receipts when you say things like this because i haven’t heard any of this apart from the last part of the message 👀👀👀
1. People leave. All of them. Even if you think they’ll stick with you forever, they won’t. I won’t be pathetic and say things like they’ll rip your lungs and leave you breathless on bathroom floor. Some of them will, some will quietly disappear and you won’t even notice. But there is ONE person that’ll be there always, only one and that’s you. So try to make yourself happy.
2. Work on making experiences and memories instead on focusing on things. They will last more than that brand new iPhone.
3. Some things are fucking scary and you’ll be scared shitless but sometimes you just have to do it. Don’t think, just do it.
4. I’ve already mentioned people will leave, but when they’re here, love them with all your heart. Love them like you’ve never been hurt and be nice to them and make them feel good. Do it for yourself. But remember to put yourself first and if they make you feel like shit, leave.
5. Find people that inspire you and make you feel loved and like you can conquer the world. Surround yourself with creative, smart, caring, funny and good people. You deserve that.
6. You have to learn to accept yourself. I know it’s hard and that you’d rather be someone else. Someone prettier. smarter, more popular, richer, skinnier, better. But you can only be you. Good news; you can be prettier, smarter, more popular, richer, skinnier, better you if you work hard on yourself and never give up. And accept yourself as a bunch of flaws and learn to love yourself for it. Get to know yourself better. ‘If a lion knows his strength, no man can control him’.
7. It took me long to realize this but everyone, literally everyone has some problems, some things they hate about themselves, something or someone they can’t get over. You’re not the only one.
8. Every day go on an adventure. It doesn’t matter if you skip a class, sneak in the random building nearby, try to hold in laughing so people who live there won’t hear you and hang out on the roof or take a night ride in car of your friend who just passed a driving test. Break a routine. Live.
9. You can’t help people if they don’t want someone to help them. It will hurt to see someone you love suffering and knowing you aren’t able to help. It will hurt like hell, but you can’t do anything.
10. Laugh. Laugh until your stomach hurts and you cry and you pee in your pants a little and look like a mess. But who cares? It’s the best feeling ever.
11. You’ll have to decide what are you going to do with your life and choose college and job. Choose to do what you love, because that’s the only way you’ll be good at it. Remember you are choosing will you, 10 years from now, get up on a Monday morning feeling like you’re going to hell or looking forward to begin with your day.
12. You can do literally everything. You can become President, lose weight, get your life together or do whatever the fuck you want to do (not neccesserly in that order). All you need to do is to stop yourself from stopping yourself (if you get what i’m saying), and have some motivation and dedication. When you wake up say to yourself I OWN THIS.
13. Every day write down what have made you happy that day, or what are you grateful for. At first it may be hard, but just keep doing it.
14. Surround yourself with art. Go to museums, galleries, concerts, look up when you’re walking down the street to see architecture. Draw, write, sing, play any instrument. Beautiful thing about art is that it has infinite ways to be understood.
15. Read good books, classics. They may not seem interesting at first, but i promise you’ll learn a lot. I have nothing against John Green, but fault is not in our stars. Fault is in ourselves, and we create our own destiny
16. Take photos of everything. Few years later you’ll be glad you did.
17. Love yourself unconditionally. Do things that make you happy or are good for you. Never let other people define your worth. Live up to YOUR expectations and opinions, not others. The most valuable thing i realized this year is that i’m worth it. I deserve the best. No one has to save me, i love myself enough to be my own savior. I’m unstoppable and beautiful. And no one can make me feel anything less.
OH GOOD HEAVENS LOOKS LIKE IT IS TIME FOR ME TO MAKE THIS POST AGAIN:
If you think that the Galactic Empire is a 1:1 equivalent to Nazi Germany, and that liking Imperial characters is equivalent to being a fascist IRL and means someone deserves all the internet outrage you can muster –
you are carving out LITERALLY 50% of the branding of one of the most popular entertainment franchises in the world, and saying THIS IS FOR IRL FASCISTS ONLY NORMAL PEOPLE DON’T INTERACT
POP QUIZ WHAT IS MORE OBJECTIVELY HARMFUL:
thinking grand moff tarkin is rad
leaving 50% of the canon of one of the largest franchises in the world as a fandom wasteland for fascists to set up shop
Not to mention – Disney has been really inclusive with regards to Imperial characters in a way that makes me think they are purposefully trying to mark the Empire as not something they want IRL fascists to relate to so let’s just… appreciate that
POP QUIZ #2 WHICH FANDOM LOOKS SAFER AND MORE FUN:
star wars fandom where the Rebels are ours and the Empire belongs to actual, IRL fascists
star wars fandom where the Rebels are ours and the Empire is ALSO ours and actual IRL fascists have the 0% share in star wars fandom that they deserve
People who civilly ship expensive headphones (Rich x Michael) and Boyf riends (Jeremy x Michael). Ya’ll are the best, I’m handing you an imaginary emmy. YOU DESERVE IT. Anyone who can ship more than 1 thing that may conflict another ship and not act like its the end of the world, I’m giving you all awards. You make my dash beautiful
hey hey I hit 3k *little pause for the ‘what?’, ‘omg’, ‘really’* yea that happened. today I bring you a little follow forever *little pause for the ‘ugh how original’* I know, I know, I don’t need you to tell me. but yea, I was contacted by this company called ‘asleepyphilly’ (that’s me if you can’t tell ,, I’m just trying to make this more exciting) and they told me that it would be nice to show my love for my mutuals so that’s what I’m doing, thank you ‘asleepyphilly’ for the unoriginal amazing idea.
I am incredibly sorry for the delay. I’ve been so busy with my life recently (shocker) and I will also be busy my spring break next week so I don’t think I’ll have time to write the finale to WNCIL :( But this time I will keep you guys updated so I don’t disappoint. Enjoy.
Coming back from Mr.Jackson’s room, I hid the piece of paper, that could potentially ruin the relationships around me, under my set of clothes laid out for our gig tonight. It was folded small enough to not be seen underneath my green t-shirt, but as soon as I laid the shirt down on top of it, I heard the knob to the door start to turn. My head whipped around to find the boys and Y/N, her smile still sat on her face as she laughed at something Luke said. I straightened up and leaned my back against the table our stuff was set on, my hands clutching the white painted wood. I flicked my head at them, a signal of ‘what’s up’, and watched as the boys all started to grab their stuff and start getting ready to warm up a little before soundcheck.
“Let’s get ready buddy, soundcheck’s in about 2 hours!” Ashton yelled, throwing my some hairspray to make my hair look more appealing than it was right now. Since the meeting, my hands have just been running through it, the anxiousness hitting me hard.
Y/N came and stood by me, grabbing the bottle and a comb from behind me and smiled softly at me. She sprayed a little bit of hairspray on the comb and lightly fluffed it through my thick hair. She almost at to stand on her tip toes, but she was and has always been the perfect height for me. All the negative and anxious feelings that built up inside of me seemed to vanish when I looked into the light of her eyes. She was too busy focusing on my hair, when all I could do was smile. She noticed my focus, and blushed before pulling the comb away to look at her masterpiece.
Her hand reached up behind my neck at the baby hairs I had, and slightly tugged on them. The boys had now left the room to find their instruments, leaving the two of us together. My hands found their way to her waist, my fingers rubbing at the cotton shirt material.
“My handsome Calum…” My smile only grew bigger. Y/N had always been that way with me. She knew how insecure I could get sometimes with Ashton being the buff guy in the band, Michael being the bad boy looking type, and Luke being the fan favorite. There were days when I would just want to hide away from the world because no one ever cared for me. I felt overlooked and under appreciated, but Y/N helped bring that confidence back into myself, reminding me pretty much everyday of how handsome, built, and talented I was. I leaned in and captured her lips with my own and molded them. She instantly melted into me, bringing her other hand to drape over my neck and shoulder. Her chest lunged and pressed up against me, only deepening the very needed kiss. I felt her moan into my mouth, causing me to leave a trail of light kisses from her jaw line to the edge of her collarbone, something I know drives her crazy.
“Calum…” she whispered, “I’m s-sorry I finished the song w-without you…” This caused me to teethe at the skin of her neck, leaving red streaks.
As a second moan escaped her lips, we heard 3 big bangs on the door, followed by a shrieking girl voice.
“Calum! C’mon! The boys are already out here!” A loud, annoyed sigh came out of my mouth, as my forehead landed on Y/N’s shoulder. I could feel her body tense up beneath me, and her skin started getting warm. I rubbed my hand on her lower back to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about, but in reality, she had everything to worry about.
“It’s okay Cal…go get ready for soundcheck, I’ll be on the sides in a little bit.” I lifted my head, my eyes landing on her understanding smile.
“We’re not finished though.” I smirked, trying to lighten up the ruined mood. Y/N only chuckled at my stupidity, and nodded. I lightly kissed her forehead, and then sprung off the table heading for the door. As I turned the knob, I looked back one last time to see her with arms crossed, watching me.
“Don’t forget, I love you.” We both smiled widely, and she said I love you back.
I turned back towards the table, only to see that Calum’s clothes were still in the room, and now on the floor. I knelt down and carefully picked up his clothes, but suddenly a white piece of paper fell out under his shirt. I set the clothes on the table, a curious look laid upon my face, my eyebrows scrunching together.
It was slightly crumpled, and had tiny font, to the point where I had to bring the paper closer to my face than usual. I saw it was addressed to Calum, but the sentences that I saw in fragments nearly destroyed the butterflies he left in me only a minute ago.
“…solo career…break away from 5 Seconds of Summer…front singer of Hey Violet…great career move…” and so much more was written in this document. My hand fell over my mouth, shocked and disgusted that Calum had this paper basically signing his life away to Hey Violet, to Nia, from 5SOS…from me. I felt utterly sick reading the contract, reading all the perks he could have if he left his band, how much he would be paid, the places he’d travel, the ‘more’ opportunities he could have as a solo artist. But none of that would matter if he didn’t have Luke, Ashton, or Michael. I wasn’t mad so much at the fact that he’d be leaving me, but the fact that he’d be leaving the 3 main people who worked so hard along side him to have their dream of playing arenas for adoring fans a reality. He didn’t stick with them because he knew they could potentially become famous, but because he wanted to conquer the world with them by his side. But ever since Nia came along, she’s tried corrupting Calum, and trying to make him fall for the fame and money, like he promised never to do. And it was almost as if my biggest nightmare, had become a reality.
Soundcheck was just now finishing up, Hey Violet and the boys both emerging backstage since they were both out there. Everybody was all smiles and laughs talking about the funny fan questions, reactions, and signs that they saw from their adoring audience. However, I was sitting on the corner of the couch on my phone, my back pocket burning where the Calum’s contract was. The other 3 boys sat around me, nudging me to see what was wrong, but my eyes only laid on Calum who was laughing it up with Mr.Jackson and Nia, of course. His back was turned to me, as I felt tears start to form in my eyes.
“Wait…Y/N what’s wrong…” Luke whispered lightly in my ear, the other boys leaning in to listen. I shook my head, pulling out my phone and clicking on the picture of the contract I took, showing it to all of them. They’re not only his best friends, but his bandmates and business partners, they deserve a right to know even if it’s not from him.
Luke’s hands balled up into fists, Michael’s face was almost as red as his hair, and Ashton only began to get as watery eyed as I did as they read the dreaded contract. They all looked at him with stares as deadly as daggers, but his back was still turned, oblivious.
“Do you actually have this? Because if you don’t, this is a really sick prank Y/N.” Ashton said sternly. I shook my head defensively, pulling out the folded piece of paper quickly before stuffing it into my back pocket again.
“Why would I fucking lie about this Ashton? He’s been hiding it from us!” I scream whispered.
“When did you find it? Where did you find it?” Michael asked.
“Today, under his shirt for the set. He was trying to hide it away so nobody would know that he’s fucking leaving.”
“C’mon, Calum may be stupid sometimes but I don’t think he’d be willing to give up the band like that. He wanted this more than any of us, he wanted the band to grow together and get to where we are now as a group, best friends, brothers. He wouldn’t dare leave us.” Luke defended.
“Then why did he hide it from us? Why didn’t he just flat out say no and not take the contract then? Why did he take it in the first place, and then sneak it past us, thinking we wouldn’t ever find out about it? Luke, this isn’t just your best friend, but mine also. Calum is everything to me. I know him as well as you guys, and even I know,” I sighed, before the next sentence came out, “the benefits are just too great. Calum is so straight-forward, if he really didn’t want to take the offer, he wouldn’t have even taken the contract.”
As my voice died out, we heard behind us the convo of Calum, Mr.Jackson and Nia. Mr.Jackson had left momentarily before hustling back out to the small ‘living room’ we were all hanging out in. There was a huge guitar-bass like case in his right hand, and he set it down at Calum’s both, both him and Nia smiling proudly.
“Open it son. It’s a gift from all of us here.” Mr.Jackson smiled.
Calum carefully bent down and opened the case, revealing a new jet black glossy finished bass, clean and obviously expensive. Calum held it in his hands as if it was a new born baby, gocking at it’s new fine beauty. He was speechless, and beside me I heard all 3 of the boys groan to themselves.
“M-Mr.Jackson…w-why, why did you give me this?” “Let’s just say, someone put in a good word for you,” he winked at Nia beside him, “and said you deserve it, and I agree wholeheartedly.”
“This…this is incredible, thank you so much!” His smile stretched up to his under eyes, the heartfelt crinkly smile that I adored so much was on his face for all the wrong reasons, and he was slowly becoming the Calum I didn’t know.
My world came crashing down, though, as Nia reached up to Calum’s cheek and placed a tender kiss on it. My heart broke seeing the two together, acting like a more real couple than him and I had this whole tour. Tears broke out of my eyes as they cascaded down my cheeks, my hands and face becoming hot, as I ran back to the dressing room. All eyes focused back on me, a concerned/sad look on everyone else’s face but only a smirk to be found on Nia’s.
As I shut the door behind me, I ran toward the back of the room near the table with all the boys necessities on it and rested my hands on it, letting out a loud sob that I had been desperately trying to hold in. My vision was instantly blurry, soaking the table beneath me. I heard the door creak open, not caring who was there, my almost hopeless state completely taking up my attention.
“Was that fun to watch?” The snarky voice echoed throughout the door. I shuttered as my tears stopped, but still kept my back to her.
“You tell me.” I sniffled.
I heard her chuckle and she walked into the room slowly.
“Why are you doing this to me. I haven’t done anything, to deserve the downright hateful things you have done to me.” I turned around to face her, trying hard to show off that I wasn’t phased or intimidated by her.
“You, little ms.princess, weren’t even suppose to be on this tour in the first place! It was suppose to be Luke’s mom! You haven’t even been doing anything to help Calum out, I’ve stepped in multiple times just to save his freaking job!” I was taken back, and gasped.
“So giving him that contract to become a solo artist is you being helpful? You’re not only trying to control his life, but you’re trying to ruin mine, and my best friend’s!” She could only smirk at my reply.
“You just don’t like the fact that I,won.”
“Is Calum the prize? Is the press and money the prize? No thanks, Nia. You’re very good at a game that I’m tired of playing! So, I guess you’re getting your wish. I’m done here. He’s all yours.” I swiftly grabbed my purse off the table and turned for the door, to see Calum already standing there, arms open for me.
“Baby…c’mon please talk to me.” He pleaded as I walked past him out of the room. “None of this means anything if I don’t have you here by my side experiencing it with me, please, I wasn’t trying to break up apart!”
I stopped in my tracks, my heart sinking at his lies. I angrily pulled out the contract from my pocket, quickly opened it up, and threw it down towards his feet.
“That! That is what’s breaking us apart, Calum! The lies, the sneaking around, the new feelings you’ve developed for Nia! I’m out of here.” I could hear his sniffles as he picked up the crumpled up paper as I stumbled out of the backstage door. But I soon heard his footsteps, coming after me.
CLIFFHANGER! Again, this imagine is based off of HSM2, so any language that’s familiar to you guys in here is from the movie. The next part will be the actual ‘gotta go my own way scene’ just a heads up. And I know this part went by kinda quickly, but I hope you enjoyed it none the less.
Okay, let's say MC can cook. Not like a professional chef but also above average. How much would the RFA be #blessed with that good shit?
This request made me realize that I need to get me a man in my life who can cook for me since I can only cook ramen noodles. But it was a super cute and fun request! Thank you and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^
Yoosung is a pretty decent cook himself but he’s a busy boy and usually doesn’t have time to cook
He’s a college student so he’s use to cheap, crappy food so you feel bad for him and decide to help him out
The first time you cook for him he is almost in tears because your cooking is so good
You tell him that it’s really not that good but he insists that it is, saying that your cooking could rival his own mother’s cooking
Yoosung’s absolute favorite thing to do with you is cook together since you both are average cooks he believes that puttting your combined skills together will make some heavenly food
When you make him packed lunches for his classes, all of his friends say how jealous they are that he has a girlfriend who cooks for him and Yoosung loves the attention
He likes to have little cook-offs against you to see who cooks better, you typically win
Yoosung is just so happy that you’re good at cooking, it’s just one more reason that he loves you!
Zen is so hyped when he finds out that you’re a good cook
He usually doesn’t have time to cook for himself because of rehearsals and basically drinks beer instead of eating food
But you gotta keep this man’s perfect physique so you start to prepare meals for him
At first, Zen is apprehensive because you say that you’re making him healthy meals so he’s afraid that it’ll taste nasty
But your meals end up being amazing and Zen can’t get enough
He eats so much of your cooking that he actually gained a couple of pounds
Zen can’t help himself though, your cooking gives him life so he starts to work-out more to make up for it
You’ll almost always see photos of the meals you cook for Zen on his social media pages because of course he has to brag to all of his fans that you cook him amazing meals
He tries to learn some cooking tips from you, he becomes an average chef so he usually lets you handle the cooking
Zen can’t get enough of your cooking, he feels like he now can’t live without it!
Jaehee feels so lucky to have a girlfriend who can cook for her
She’s use to eating gross boxed lunches from the convenience store and seeing all of the work she does, you know that she deserves proper meals
The first time Jaehee tastes your cooking she has a moment of pure happiness
She’s never had someone else for her like you have, she says that she truly believes that you cooked your meal with love for her
You inspire Jaehee to try cooking herself and she turns out to be a really good cook
But with her hectic work schedule she usually just lets you cook the meals for the two of you
Her favorite thing in the world is when you put little surprise foods in her lunches, she has no idea why but it just makes her so happy
She almost cried when you baked her chocolate chip cookies once, she said that you are the definition of a perfect chef
Jaehee knows that she exaggerates a bit when it comes to complimenting your cooking but she can’t help it, she really thinks that it’s the best!
Jumin is happily surprised that when he finds out that you’re a good cook
One day, his chef called in sick so you offered to make dinner for the two of you
He was amazed when he took his first bite of the meal you cooked, he never tasted anything so homemade before
Jumin bluntly said that your cooking wasn’t the professional thing he ever tasted but it was definitely the most tasty thing he’s ever had
He would secretly hope that you would cook for him more often but never explicitly asked you to because he didn’t want to burden you
But you ended up cooking more for him because you wanted to improve your cooking skills plus you wanted to make Jumin happy
His new favorite thing in the world is coming home from work and smelling your cooking from the kitchen
Jumin would make Elizabeth the third’s meal while you made a meal for you and him while the two of you talked about your days
For your birthday, Jumin bought you an apron with cat paw prints all over it to encourage you to keep cooking
Jumin always want you to do whatever makes you happy plus he loves your cooking so he becomes your number one supporter!
Seven doesn’t even know what a proper meal is so you have your work cut out for you when it comes to feeding this boy
You try to hide his Honey Buddha Chip supply so that he starts eating proper meals but he has a secret stash for his secret stash
It gets to the point where you chase Seven around the house while trying to take his bags of chips away
You tell Seven that you’ll incorporate some chips into a meal and he finally agrees to eating a good meal
Except you don’t add any chips but don’t tell him, he ends up loving your cooking
He cries that he’s been betrayed but you flick his forehead and tell him that he actually did like it even though there weren’t any chips
Seven watches you cook and agrees that you are a really good cook, although he says that he makes a much better sandwich than you
When you cook dinner for him one night, he genuinely thanks you for cooking for him since he hasn’t had a homemade meal in forever
Seven tries to learn how to cook himself but almost burned the kitchen down so he’ll leave the cooking to you!
hii! idk if you take requests for stiles, but could you do one where the reader has liked Issac a while but he doesn’t feel the same, so stiles goes to comfort her and ends up accidentally gushing his feelings for her. thank you! <3
warnings: just fluff, more fluff, kisses, and fluff.
They had been sitting in the clustered little cafe around half an hour, but she still hadn’t brought a finger to her mug of cocoa. She sat with her legs folded to her chest, black jeans skinny and tattered, a comfy over sized white sweater drooping around her front. Her hair fell in tangled waves around her face, and her bright eyes bore intently into the marshmallows floating atop the surface of her drink.
“Hey, earth to (Y/N),” Stiles snapped after the fourth time of trying to get her attention.
“Wha-sorry,” she shook her head, blinking away her stars and raising her eyes to Stiles’ bright coppery brown ones.
He leaned forward a little in his big green sofa chair, his blue flannel hung loosely around his shoulders. He took a deep breath, his lips parting as he blinked, “you’re thinking about him, aren’t you?”
“Am not,” she fired back defensively, her cheeks flaring up.
“Oh come on sweet cheeks, you haven’t touched your cocoa in thirty minutes, and that stuff is usually a cure to anything for you,” he chuckled.
“How do you know that?” she stammered, arms folding.
“Because I know you,” he smiled. His little dimples arose on his cute cheeks, his bright eyes crinkling as he watched her response intently.
She sat quiet for a minute, toying with a string on her sweater, “am I good enough?” she asked at last.
Stiles gaped, taken a back, “obviously, what, why?!”
“Well because apparently he doesn’t think so,” she pouted, lower lip jutting out.
“Ugh, Isaac? That guy? Really?” Stiles rolled his eyes.
“Hey, don’t say it like that,” she huffed.
“Well I’m sure you have better taste than in sunshine haired werewolf boys with commitment issues,” Stiles leaned back in his chair, tapping his foot against the polished wooden floorboards.
“Stiles,” she warned.
“Right, sorry, sorry!” he raised his hands in defeat, tilting his chin to the ceiling, where golden lights came trickling down from strings.
“You say it like you know better,” she teased, “do you?”
His eyes flickered back to hers, “maybe.”
Her hands wrapped around her big red mug as she took a sip of her not so hot drink, the chocolate making her feel bubbly and good just like Stiles knew it would.
“Enlighten me,” she smiled.
“Oookay,” Stiles ran his slender fingers absentmindedly through his messy brown hair. “I think there’s someone out there who really cares for you, like a lot, like you’re their whole world,” his voice lowered seriously. “I think he loves how your laugh sounds, and he just wants to hear it all the time, to know you’re happy and that he can give you everything you deserve.”
He finished quietly, his eyes burning holes into the oak table and basically looking anywhere except at hers. He breathed in the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries, his heart doing flips. The cafe was practically empty by this point, and they were the last two to be sat in the cozy back room.
“Mm,” she contemplated, setting down her mug when he finished. “Now where do you think my mystery man is, Mr. Stilinski?” she beamed.
“Probably closer than you think,” he tried weakly.
She stared at him for a good few seconds, eyes flickering up and down her friend with interest, and then she burst out in a fit of giggles.
“What?” stiles chuckled, throat rumbling from the sight of her sinking into her laughter with little wheezes for air.
“Phew, you got me for a second there,” she snorted. “Oh god,” she covered her face like she always did when she ugly laughed, but Stiles just grinned. He loved her ugly laugh.
“What?” he said again.
“Oh nothing,” she bent forward in her chair and placed her palm to Stiles’ knee, “it was a good act though.”
“Act?” Stiles pondered, buzzing with electricity from where she touched him.
“Well you know, Stiles the nerdy goofball, lecturing me on love? Yeah right,” she winked.
“Heyy,” Stiles said with mock hurt, the butterflies in his stomach dying down, “you’d be surprised how knowledgeable I am in that area.”
“Oh please, the farthest you’ve managed is a high school crush, and lord knows she’s not going anywhere near that area,” the girl snickered.
Stiles let out a giggle, resting his palm atop the girls hand. She didn’t flinch away, but she tensed, just a little.
“Okay, so I’m a little lacking in the relationship field. But you had a crush on a dumb jock of a werewolf with raging hormones,” he fired back playfully.
“Ouch,” she said.
“Too soon?” Stiles asked, wondering if he’d hurt her feelings.
“Nah,” she smiled, “I don’t need that loser,” she decided.
“There you go!” Stiles beamed, “you finally came around.”
“I guess I just needed the right person to show me how,” she squeezed his hand lightly.
“Here,” Stiles said, moving his hand and raising a thumb to her face. She dipped back a little, but he shushed her protests and wiped the excess whipped cream from around her mouth anyways.
“Oof, thanks,” she said. “Wha-EW!” she giggled when Stiles licked the cream off his fingers with a smirk.
“What?” he snickered, “can’t waste. That would just be selfish.”
“Well, you’re right there. You’re not selfish, Stiles Stilinski.”
“Aren’t I?” he lifted a brow, frown settling in on his full lips.
“No,” she insisted. “You care too much about the people you love to hurt them,” she said, “one of the many wonderful things about you. Coupled with the fact that you buy me hot chocolate all the time,” she smiled.
“Well, I know how to treat a lady,” he said, giving her a nudge.
“Oh yeah?” she challenged.
“Hey hey hey, don’t judge. I bet I’m way better at this stuff than you’d give me credit for,” his warm brown eyes crinkled happily.
“Like I give great cuddles.”
“From practicing with your pillow?”
“Okay well I’m a good kisser, I bet.”
“From practicing on your hand?”
“Fine but I can fend off anyone who gets in our way.”
“From practicing with that flimsy thing you call a bat?”
Stiles stopped, eyes narrowing as he suppressed a smile, “you can make fun of me, but don’t you dare make fun of my bat.”
They burst out laughing in sync, wiping the tears from their eyes as they bent over themselves with giggles. When they finally calmed down enough to take a breather, the girl had propped herself on her elbows, leaning in towards him, and he mimicked her gesture.
His eyes flickered over his, and his voice came a whisper, “you’re really cute when you laugh, you know that?”
“Wow, guess you can add being a gentleman to that list of yours,” she blushed.
He sighed, his face saddening, eyes drawing away.
“What’s up?” she asked, tilting his chin up with her fingertips.
“You know what else I’m good at?” he said with a sense of defeat.
“What?” she said, so close to him now that she could breathe in his cologne and warm aroma.
“Falling for beautiful girls who can’t even see the power they have over me.”
For a second, she laughed. It was instinct. He was joking, right? That’s what Stiles was best at, jokes. But then her eyes came to him, and she noticed his hesitant gaze, tilted lips, and trembling fingers, and suddenly it wasn’t so funny. Stiles, the adorable and dorky Stiles, suddenly seemed far more intimidating in front of her.
She bent back, her heart faltering, “oh.”
The cafe seemed to spin around her. The floorboards were gone, the coffee’s scent was making her dizzy, the lights were blurring.
“Yeah,” Stiles said softly. Then, when he saw her spaced out expression, “you okay?”
“Y-yeah,” she shook her head, taking in a long breath and focusing herself once more, “fine.”
“I’m sorry,” he said at once. “I shouldn’t have said anything, I-I m-mean that was dumb, obviously. I guess I was wrapped up in the moment and you’re whole fall for Isaac just got me all over the place,” he stammered, placing his head in his hands.
“Hey, no, Stiles, look at me,” she soothed, pulling his hands gently away from his face, “I’m glad you told me.”
“Really?” he rasped, fingers trembling against hers.
“Yeah, I was just so oblivious that it never even occurred to me you could feel like that, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t say that,” he said quietly.
“No, but I have to. You’re my best friend Stiles, you’ve always been there for me. So there for me that I never even thought twice of what we meant to each other besides that. You bringing it up just woke me up, shone a light for me, reminded me that…” she trailed off.
“That what?’ he murmured, golden flecked eyes darting over her face.
“Maybe you’re right. Maybe he is closer than I know,” she said. “I mean, who’s there when I can’t stand being alone or afraid? You. Who makes me laugh more than anyone else could? You. Who puts me first, the person who I know I would fight for the same way they would fight for me-” she babbled, fireworks erupting in her belly, suddenly wanting to melt under Stiles’ gaze.
“Loving you just comes so easy that I’ve been taking it for granted,” she finished.
It was weird for her, to stare at her best friend and suddenly see him clearly. His adorable freckles, the distinct blink of his eyes when he laughed, how much more vivid his eyes looked up close, the way he would twitch his nose or touch his face when he was nervous. It was like seeing him for the first time.
“What are you saying?” Stiles breathed.
“I don’t know what I’m saying,” she admitted, her heart doing bounds.
Stiles bent forward, so close their noses almost brushed each other.
“Okay. What are you feeling?” he tried.
“I’m feeling,” she whispered, heart going into overdrive, unable to think clearly from being so close to him.
“Yeah?” he breathed.
“I’m feeling…” she blinked down at his lips, and he tilted his head like he was daring her to try something.
“I’m feeling kind of like I want to kiss you,” she said, her last words coming muffled as she spoke them into the breath where her lips met Stiles’. They were soft and warm, intoxicating, even, and god did Stiles know how to use them. He brought a hand to her cheek, fingers sliding across her flesh and into her hair as he bent more deeply into her mouth, sending electricity through her veins. She detached herself for a breath, but he was back at once, and there was a sudden urge for dominance as the two molded their lips together with more pressure, dipping back and forth as one leaned in harder than the other. Her hands went to his hair, brushing through his soft locks and tugging softly at them, the smell of the cafe being drowned out by his gentle aroma, and the brief taste of him being enough to have her hooked, to know she was going to have it bad.
Stiles pulled away with a long breath, his big eyes blinking open to hers, their foreheads touching.
“Wow,” stiles said breathlessly.
“Wow,” she repeated, instantly hating the way her mouth felt without his lips pressed to hers. “I guess that practice on your hand really did pay off,” she giggled.
“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Stiles’ eyes crinkled, his lips twitching.
“I really tried,” she laughed.
He brushed his nose lightly to hers with a big smile that filled her whole being with joy.
“You really make me crazy, Stiles Stilinski,” she said in awe of him.
“Do you think,” he started nervously, “I can continue to make you crazy? I can be, you know, the only guy making you crazy, maybe?”
Just because you don’t get along with someone, or you disagree with their views, does not make them an irredeemable monster who deserves to be destroyed at all costs. You don’t like someone? Discuss or walk away. Stop the righteous hate mobs, please.
“So I arrive at the house and all I can hear inside is screaming.” He was leaning over towards her, his elbows braced on the table, head resting on his hands listening intently to her story. “So I open the door and Juliet has just puked all over her brand new Louboutin shoes.” He was laughing out loud as she recounted her story of Veronica babysitting a 9 month old Juliet. Betty gave a snort herself, immediately clamping her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. “My darling daughter had just ruined a thousand dollar pair of shoes. And that was Veronica’s first experience of baby sitting.”
“So has she volunteered again?” He took a fry from her plate which she had already pushed towards him when he finished his own meal. A sheepish smile on his face as he accepted her offer.
“Yeah, but only if Archie is helping.” Betty rolled her eyes. Archie was so much more confident with kids. But she guessed that came with being a teacher. “And I never hear the end of how Juliet destroyed her favourite shoes.”
“They sound like good friends.” He envied her for a moment, having these people around her but given what that bastard had done to her she deserved all the friends in the world. How someone could abandon their child had always been beyond him.
“They are the best,” Betty smiled fondly. “They have been there for me through all the drama. Do you have friends back in New York?” She cast her eyes downward as she asked the question, not wanting to force questions too much on his past, but still wanted to know more about him.
“Not really, they weren’t ever really my friends. They were hers.” The text messages from them had all stopped shortly after he arrived in Riverdale, he guessed it was out of sight out of mind. He couldn’t blame them really he had never been the life of the party that had always been Louise. Now he wasn’t their problem anymore, that responsibility now laid with his sister.
“Oh” Betty seemed at a loss for where to go next. She desperately wanted to ask more about, her, but managed to hold her tongue on that subject. “But you have your sister right?”
“Yeah JB is one in a million, we have had to stick together. Our dad isn’t exactly on the up and up.” He admitted reluctantly. The last person he wanted to bring up tonight was his father.
“Sounds ominous.” Betty leaned further forward, inviting him to tell her more. He paused considering what to tell her. Your father’s criminal history and gang related activities was usually not something you volunteered on a first date. Especially not to a girl like Betty Cooper.
“Petty theft. Some other things, but I don’t want to scare your off.” Petty theft hardly even covered the amount of dodgy dealings and bad decisions that his father had been making all his life. It had been what drove their mum away. She had cut ties with all of them when he was eleven and JB was six. He supposed that he couldn’t blame her really for wanting out. He only wished that she had taken him and JB with her. It had made the two siblings each other’s only family that they could depend on.
“Please after the information dump I gave you earlier tonight, I think you would only be evening up the score.” Betty teased.
“Maybe another night.” Betty nodded. She wanted there to be another night, she wanted several more nights. She had at first to be honest been attracted to his looks and then further enamored with watching him as a father. His interactions with Jackson showed a sensitive kind side. Now after the time spent together in this old booth at Pop’s Betty could feel that familiar tug in her heart when he smiled at her and she couldn’t resist smiling in return.
For my younger fans - Some words on school, bullying & feeling alone
So I’ve been seeing a lot of talk about ‘13 Reasons Why’
recently. It has given me something I want to say to my younger fans & followers
who may be dealing with shitty times at school, college, social media or
life in general.
When I was a kid in secondary school (it’s kind of our
version of high school in Ireland) I experienced a lot of bullying, as did many
kids there. Young people in this situation often feel completely helpless and
powerless to change anything. It’s even
been a theme in my songs at times. I get messages from a lot of you who know
this and who are going through similar things.
It’s hard to ask for help for many reasons: shame, fear
of feeling or looking weak, the nasty emotional blackmail of that manipulative,
bully-enabling social rule: ‘If you report someone who hurt you, that makes you
a rat’. We (old farts) were lucky enough to at least have peace from it at
home, I cannot begin to imagine how intrusive bullying can feel in the social
media age. My heart goes out to those of you who have to deal with that
I’m not writing this to tell you it’s all ok and it doesn’t
matter – I know this shit cuts deep and it hurts like hell, every day. People
will pass it off as ‘kids being kids’ or ‘banter’ but nah, it fucking sucks and
it can completely ruin one’s teenage years. I remember feeling pretty hopeless
when adults would spout off about how these were ‘the best years of my life’ (Spoiler
– they definitely weren’t)
The reason I’m writing this is to let you know that
school is not the ubiquitous be all & end all experience of your life that
it can feel like when you’re there. The roles that others try to put you into
now don’t define you and never will. School ends and people go their own way in
life. You can get through it.
So if you’re dealing with bullying, hopelessness,
depression, suicidal feelings – please talk to someone. A parent, a friend, a
school councellor, the Samaritans, a like minded internet community or a
subreddit like r/depression. There are options. No matter how alone you feel,
there are others who know how you feel and understand it. It’s ok to open up
and to bring yourself the care & help you deserve. You’re not weak to do
it. On the contrary, it makes you brave and strong enough to confront things we
are all afraid of.
For every nasty bully in the world there are ten times as
many good hearted people who want others to be ok and want to help. I know it
doesn’t feel like it in school years but we outnumber them and always will. Many
of them even grow up to be better people, always regretful of how they treated
others in school.
You are as deserving of love & joy as anyone else and
I believe in you. You have a long, exciting road ahead of you and the world is
a much larger place than those classrooms, corridors and campuses. Many of the
coolest, most successful and most interesting people I know were social
outcasts in school. I wish you strength, happiness and love. Keep rockin’.
Just in case any of you guys needed to hear someone say that they believe in you today. Please know that I believe in you all too. You’re all capable of so much more then you even realize. There’s a lot of terrible negative things in the world that make you feel like you’re not good enough no matter how hard you try or that you don’t deserve happiness in life for whatever reason. But that’s not ever true! I may not know you all personally but no matter what you think or how people make you feel you still 100% deserve happiness in life and to love who you are and feel comfortable in your own skin. In my opinion you all matter and have something to offer the universe and the world around you just by existing.
I love whenever Seán does this in his videos no matter how random it is. xD He doesn’t even need to say this but he does anyway and honestly I extremely appreciate that. It’s so nice to see him try to spread even just a tiny bit more positivity to people. :)