sorry i nothing else to post right now

It takes courage to exist. So you, reading this right now, thank you for existing. No matter what anyone says, you are so strong and I’m proud of you.
—  ~Me to each and every one of you individually 💕
Announcement 😂

Okay, since everyone is requesting horoscope reactions, I’m just going to do a post for each of the signs with all the boys reactions and then I’ll make a masterlist. I’m starting from the top of the list, so if you’re a pisces, I’m sorry. You are going to have to wait a little bit. But I am going to go ahead and do all the signs right now because I honestly have nothing else to do. This just seems like the easiest way to get to all of your requests as quickly as possible. Love you guys. 😘 - admin nicole 💕

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry you haven't been in a great mood, I really hope you feel better soon. Just try to remember that nothing can exist without the opposite. You can't have light without dark, nor love without hate. You may not think it right now, but these experiences will make you stronger in the end, and that it will get better. Hang in there, people really care about you, whether it always feels like it or not. If nothing else, just know that at the very least, I care. Feel better soon.


((// I was contemplating on whether to post this or not because it’s so?? Sweet?? Thank you so much omg <33 I think this is one of those times where what you just said is literally the best thing in the world to hear, and I’m not going to stop thanking you because that really helped, I even smiled! I just, thank you…I care about you too, I don’t know who you are, but you’re an incredible person and I fully believe that when I post this you’ll have helped more than just me <3 Thank you so so much… *hugs* - Leo. //))

To all my lovely followers, or anyone who regularly views my dash, I’m sorry for the influx of political posts, especially if you’re tired of seeing them. I’m not in a good state right now, but hopefully after a few hours decent (or at least attempted) sleep, I’ll be ready for somewhat more positive, light-hearted content.

I just want you all to know that despite the fury, disgust and fear permeating my thoughts, my thoughts are with all of us - everyone - unjustly affected by this election.

I urge everyone to stay safe. Stay together. And remember that if nothing else, it can’t be as bad as what our fears imagine. Still kind of hoping for a French Revolution sequel myself.

At this point, I’m being fueled solely by a desire to remind every single Trump/3rd party voter of how much they fucked up, how ashamed they should be, and how much responsibility they have for whatever occurs in the next four years.

And if that’s what it takes to keep you going, too, do it. Know that you’re not alone in your frustration and sorrow. Know that your voice should be heard.
What Happened In The Past, Stays In The Past - Part One - Austin Carlile ft. OM&M, BMTH

could you do one (smut or not) where I used to date austin carlile for 3 years, we used to live in nyc where everything was okay but we broke up because of his LA friends. When ofm&m are touring with bmth and they come to nyc we meet and have one night stand, he try to get back but I say no… And I’m sorry for all the mistakes. I will correct them tomorrow.

And… I know I’m probably annoying you right now but can you maybe write some austin carlile smut (like really smutty) Thanks :)

Part one - part two - part three - smut warning - 3,213 words - written by Emma.

Keep reading

@ track 7

Everyone talks about track 5,
Cold as You, White Horse, Dear John, All Too Well, All You Had To Do Was Stay

But why does no one talk about track 7???? Which is equally if not more sad.

Tied Together With A Smile - (this honestly just sounds sad. Like grab your handkerchief)“that you cry but you don’t tell anyone that you might not be the golden one. You’re tied together with a smile but you’re coming undone”

Breathe- (honestly insert entire song but for the sake of text posts and my point I’ll settle for one lyric) and we know it’s never simple never easy and for a clean break no one here to save me

Story of Us- (although upbeat and a good jam, the lyrics is what we are focusing on here. *Pulls down professor glasses and straightens plaid jacket with elbow pads*) “I don’t know what to say since the twist of fait cause we’re going down. And the story of us is looking like a tragedy now. The end”

I Almost Do - (again I could copy and paste all the lyrics here but I’ll just select one…. *spins wheel of fortune wheel*) “And I just wanna tell you, it takes everything in my not to call you. And I wish I could run to you. And I hope you know that every time I don’t, I almost do.”

I Wish You Would (probs the most overlooked song on 1989)
“I wish we could go back, and remember what we were fighting for. And I wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore. And I wish you were right here right now, it’s all good. I wish you would”

Like why do u guys ignore these songs??????? Like ???? I know we all don’t psycho analyze taylorswift songs on our Friday nights but I had nothing else to do and no Seinfeld to watch since my sister is hogging the Hulu.

Moral of the post: stop overlooking track 7 👀

HOLY SHIT

I’ve never had a post get so many notes in so little time. Everyone here should know that what I did there is something EACH AND EVERY ONE OF YOU CAN DO. I’ve heard varying reports from other callers that the operator is now simply spewing racist slurs at virtually anyone who asks for answers.

Ferguson police have proven, if through nothing else, that they have the mental capacity of third-graders when it comes to being called out on their bullshit. Instead of saying, “Sorry, we’re not accepting questions right now”, they seem to be enjoying this whole situation way too fucking much.

The line I called is the non-emergency police line. It is manned 24-hours a day, and calling them will not inhibit people calling the 911 dispatcher from getting assistance. If you don’t want to call the Ferguson non-emergency line, try contacting the police chief directly. All of the contact information is available to everyone right HERE.

Fright Night: Chapter 1

My Halloween story is here! Sorry about it being late, lost track of time. Now I like it so I’m posting the first one if nothing else, I would like it if you liked it too but that’s on you…hope you like it!

Also, here’s the prologue, you don’t really need to read it but you should:

http://rocioclifford.tumblr.com/post/97852258734/its-called-fright-night-tell-me-what-you-think


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Google was no help. I never thought anyone would say that, but here I am sitting on bed looking at search results that make me sound crazy.

Maybe I am.

Maybe Calum just put a trick mirror in my room, yeah that was probably it.

“Loser!” The voice boomed through the house, the sound of the front door slamming and multiple pounding steps downstairs showed he wasn’t alone, “Come here!”

Shutting my laptop I pushed myself off my bed, walking to open the door before it was pushed open, “What are you doing?” Ashton, Calum’s eldest friend, questioned.

“About to go downstairs…” I said slowly.

Laughing he walked past me and looked around my room, “No, I think you were waiting for me.”

Waiting for him, was he mental? “What?”

Letting his fingers dance across my messy bed he spoke, “I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me, it’s clear what you want.”

Okay he’s defiantly loosing it, “Listen, Ashton, I’m just gonna go to Cal-”

“No you’re not.” A creepy smile was on his lips as he stalked toward me, “And do you know why?”

Backing up until I closed the door with my body, I asked, “Why?”

The light from the fan seemed to be shaded by his tall figure, leaning over me I felt his icy cold breath on my neck, “He’s not here.”

My eyes darted around us as I slipped past him and out my door, “Calum!” I called. My feet carried me down the stairs and into the living room, it was just as empty as it was less than thirty minutes ago, “Cal?” Slower, I went into the kitchen, thinking that the endless pit he called a stomach was being fed, but it wasn’t.

“See?” Ashton said from the doorway, making me jump.

“Where is he?” I demanded.

“You know,” he laughed a bit, “it’s only four days away from Halloween and Cal told me you didn’t want to be with us then, I gotta say that I’m upset.”

“Ashton, tell me where Calum is.” I demanded, ignoring his statement.

Leaning on the doorway he looked over his nails, “Don’t know, baby, but let’s not worry about big bother right now.” In a flash he was in front of me, his lips only inches away from my own, “It’s just you and me.”

“Loser!” Calum called as he slammed the front door closed, two other footsteps followed, “Come here!”

Ashton groaned before pushing himself away from me, “In here!”

Calum was in the kitchen within a second, looking dead at Ashton, “You’re here?”

“Where else would I be?” Ashton said as he were annoyed with his best friend.

Calum’s eyes darted between us, “How long have you been here?”

“Not long enough.” He said in the same tone.

Calum straightened up, pulling me toward him, “Come help me outside.”

“I-uh, okay.” I spit out as I was dragged out the door, quickly brought to his old red car.

“What were you two doing?” Calum yelled.

Throwing up my hands, I leaned back on the hood, “He just came up to my room, I ran downstairs looking for you, and then you showed up.”

He looked at me for a moment, thinking quiet hard, “Did you think I was home?” It almost sounded mocking, but the hint of concern made me think otherwise.

“Yes.” I answered sheepishly, feeling embarrassed by the truth of my own imagination.

Nodding he looked up to the sky, as if searching for invisible answers, “Okay.” He started mumbling something, too low for me to make out but the constant rumble from his lips.

“What?” I questioned, thinking he was talking to me.

Shaking his head the mumbling was quicker, making me more concerned. “Cal…Cal what are you saying?” Trying to make my voice sound comforting I walked closer to him, reaching my hand out.

A loud crack of thunder made me jump back. “Fuck!” Calum yelled out, throwing his head back as his hands ran threw his hair, “Fuck.”

Looking up in the sky, I saw no clouds, no sign of a storm or anything, “Well that’s nature for you.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, “nature.” Walking away from his spot on the porch, he went to sit on the curb, putting his head in his hands.

“What’s wrong with him?” The voice took me by surprise, making me jump again. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

Laughing a bit I said, “It’s okay, Luke, and I don’t know.” Luke was probably the only one I could see a possible friendship with, I called him the most normal of the four. He didn’t do much of the crazy stuff the others did, he just watched, never saying much.

He nodded, “Mumbling?”

“Yeah…” Since Calum had only been living with us for a month—having been somewhere out of the country for the past two years—I was still learning about him.

“He does that when he’s angry, guessing it involves Ashton?”

“Yeah.”

Luke slightly nodded before walking over to his friend, sitting down next to him, “You can’t be angry at him.” That’s true, Ashton is one of his best friends.

“Luke, you know what he wants and I told him from the start that she was off limits!” Calum yelled, but quickly turned to a loud whisper in fear that I could hear. Sucks for him.

“Doesn’t matter what you say, and you know that, Ash’ll do what he wants.”

Calum quickly stood up, “I know that! That’s what makes me so pissed, he has us, isn’t that enough?” Okay now it’s getting awkward.

“I’ll be inside!” I spoke out suddenly, rushing toward the door, not wanting to face the two boys. The sound of them calling after me was cut off by the slamming of the door. “Woah.” I breathed out, not really able to process the newly found information on Calum and his friends.

“Wanna play a game, kitten?”

The alluring voice belonged to Michael Clifford, the mysterious one of Calum’s friends. He wasn’t always over like the other two, but when he was he demanded that his presences be known. It was usually through his new hair color, which now was a bright red. Sticking in different directions just asking my hands to run through them while he-

“Kitten, answer me.” I didn’t realize until now how close he was, and that I was laying on the sofa with him hovering over me.

“Uh…what’s the game, Michael?” Unlike Luke, a friendship could never exist between us, because I wanted so much more.

Smirking at me he let his lips trace light patterns on my neck, “Let’s just say…it’ll feed my desire.”

Letting my hands finally wonder into his soft hair I moaned as he started leaving his mark all over my neck, “Michael.” I whispered out.

“Just be quiet, wouldn’t want big bother to hear.” One arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his body as the other steadied himself on the arm rest.

“That’s enough, Michael.” Ashton’s voice sounded through the room, as if he were right next to us, but once Michael jumped back I saw it was just us.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He kept repeating, looking down, a light blush creeping on his face.

My breath was caught in my throat as I looked at him, his skin looked pale (except for the red tint to his cheeks), face sunken in and lips thin, white and cracked. “Are you okay?”

His eyes flashed up to meet mine, his pupils were so dilated that you could hardly see the white, “Ye-yes I’m fine.” Just as quick as he spit out the sentence he was gone, leaving me alone in my living room.

“Loser!” Calum’s voice boomed through the house, a slight laugh left Luke as he, Ashton and Michael stumbled into the house, “Come here!” Looking around he noticed I was already there, “Oh, good.”

I could feel everything inside me turn, what is this? Am I being forced to live some type of obscure dream over and over again? Or are they just messing with me, making me think that I’m really going insane; just pushing me to my breaking point so that they can laugh at me.

“What’s been up, kitten?” Michael asked in a low voice as he sat down next to me, letting his hand secretly roam my upper leg.

“What the fuck?” I yelled, jumping up only to bump into Calum.

Grabbing my arms he laughed, “What’s gotten into you?”

They wanted my breaking point? Well they can have it, “I have heard you yell ‘Loser!’ and ‘Come here!’ three times today! Each time something different happens, weird shit goes down and it starts over again! I don’t know what type of game you guys are playing, but I am done!”

Calum let his grip loosen on me, all eyes in the room traveling to Ashton. “Tell me you didn’t.” He pleaded to his older friend.

Ashton gave off a look I wasn’t expecting, fear. “I did.” He confirmed, “But she isn’t supposed to know.”

anonymous asked:

I saw the sneak peek. Do you ship Malchior and Raven now?

Why EVERYTHING must be a stupid ship? It makes me sick. This go for the comment I read in the drawing I just posted too. 

“I’m so disappointed right now. I thought you were better than this. Shipping someone with someone who abused them is wrong. This is just so sad. I thought better of you. I’m sorry but I don’t support abuse.”

You didn’t get the point of the drawing, did you?

Teen Titans is not about couples, you know. There’s so much more than that. Why I can’t just enjoy drawing certain things that has nothing to do with if a ship it or not? It’s Raven. That drawing is about her feelings and nothing else! She was in love. Malchior was a piece of shit? Oh yes, he was, bravo! That’s not the point. She was in love with him even if you don’t like it. And THAT is what I wanted to draw. You know why? because it’s canon. No, I don’t even like the guy! but let’s face it, he’s the only one that touched Raven’s heart. You think bad of me because I drew something absolutely canon. I just don’t get it