stop twisting his words

Y’all seem to think that ‘Respect’ing other human beings means simply being nice to them, accepting their views, and excusing their actions. But…?

Respecting a person as a PERSON means that you’re acknowledging that they exist. That’s it. Speaking about them, as if they are real. That’s what it means to respect a person as a person. You can disagree and downright condemn a person’s beliefs while still acknowledging that they are a person. Because we, as people, are perfectly capable of doing terrible things and still being people. We’re capable of bad, just like we’re capable of good. The point of respecting a person as a PERSON is not accepting their views. It is not sympathizing with them. It is not giving them the benefit of the doubt. And it is not allowing them to continue to hurt you or your people without consequence. It is not excusing them. It is not surrender. 

Respecting a person is realizing that they are still a person saying these terrible things. Not excusing, forgiving, approving, or supporting these terrible things and ideas, but knowing that it was a human itself behind these actions. A person is not suddenly subhuman just because they have terrible ideologies. They’re still a person. Because people do and can have terrible, unforgivable beliefs. And do do unthinkable things. But respecting them as a person is not forgetting that they’re a human. You’re not fighting a monster (Though, a monster in this context would of course be the harmful ideals spread, and the stigma that it both caused and was generated from. Etc.) But you’re fighting another human being.

Now, this by no means should ever weaken your resolve to fight and rise against ideas, campaigns, people that seek to degrade you and oppress you and make “jokes” (can you tell that I literally do not support Felix worth a damn.) at the expense of your suffering. If anything, I feel as if viewing them as a person (read: not forgiving or excusing them. But acknowledging that they are a person.) can only strengthen your fight. The second you fight as if you’re fighting a human being, is the moment that people around you begin to understand why you’re fighting and gain the will to fight themselves. Because they’re humans too. 

People on this site are so quick to completely forget the humanity of the other people on this site over something as remedial as shipping Peridot with Lapis over Amethyst. Do not weaken your own arguments, your own voices, and your own points by dropping your voice as if it were to regard and speak to subhumans. 

Do not let the forces you fight drop your battle from your own hands. You hold it firmly, back straight, and presented at the human being that pushed you, and didn’t expect you to push back. Make them realize that they are not subhuman. Let them know that you, as a human being, are speaking to them, as a human being, on a battle field that they do not want to to be leveled and fair. Let them know that they are not subhuman, even if their beliefs are garbage. Let them know, they’re not lesser as people. 

But as a human being, their actions are unacceptable. And inhuman. Allow them the privilege to feel ashamed. Do not give them the idea that, as a ‘subhuman’, these actions are expected and allowed of them. Let them know that it’s wrong. Let them know.

And that you, as a human being, will not stand for it. 

Don’t excuse them. But see them for what they are.

Keep your vision clear, and your voice true. Know that you do not owe them kindness. But know the force that opposes you. 

Know them in a way that, in some cases, they will refuse to know you.

That’s how you win wars, my friends.

People desperately want Cole to be a bad person and I don’t know why

He called black people “cannibals”?? 

I’m sure most of you band wagon haters don’t even know WHERE this claim come from (hence me calling you band wagons) so let me help. 

You all need to STOP twisting his words. When he tweeted this it wasn’t a BLM movement. In fact I remember the march and it had NOTHING to do with BLM nor was it against Bernie. One of the people in charge of the march said that the only reason they marched while Bernie was campaigning was because they knew there’d be cameras around and they just wanted to get air time for their cause. Regardless numerous people were hurt because of their actions; namely children were hurt, which was AWFUL. Regardless of what your cause is you have no right to march in anywhere and injure children for whatever reason. So YES that was Cannibalism and no it was not a BLM movement. 




Cole has shown his support MULTIPLE times for the BLM movement and has said multiple times that saying being pro BLM doesn’t mean you’re saying that all lives don’t matter.



“hE ABUSED HIS EX”

Bitch where? Were you a part of the relationship? Can you even find the so called tumblr post that she supposedly said this? Some of y’all know NOTHING about this. You just hear it from the grapevine and jump ship like brainless followers. 

Why would you think it’s okay to hold Cole accountable for something a possibly bitter ex wrote on tumblr??? DO you realize how serious it is to just label someone an “abuser”. That’s not a fucking joke and not something you should throw around just because you heard it from this twitter page you follow. 

I’m a creative fucker and I could literally sit here and write a whole essay on how your dad, or your bother or Usher or some random person abused me but it’ll be all FALSE. Writing it on social media doesn’t make it true. Y'all need to stop acting so foolish and gullible.

You know what’s interesting and paradoxical? While the court never believes abuse victims, social media believes them too much. There’s no balance. Victim shaming is real and unfortunate but let’s not act like SOMETIMES they are not telling the truth.  

How many cases have there been where the *white* woman admits years later that she was inherently lying about being abused years ago. 

So I’m sorry if I’m not going to sit on my my ass and judge some one based on some random crap I heard online. 

For all we know Cole probably converted her from Lays to Doritos and she’s calling that emotional abuse.


You people just like to take one small thing a celeb says, twist it to make them look bad (WITHOUT DOING YOU RESEARCH EVEN THOUGH GOOGLE IS FREE) and then everyone just jumps on the bandwagon. You are all jobless, pathetic, hateful people. You’re BULLIES; you think you’re being these great millennials but you’re just lying bullies. You pull this crap on all these celebrities and tarnish their image as if its as normal and easy as breathing. Its not fair and its not right. I can’t even imaging being a celeb and having to deal with all this crap; half of y’all wouldn’t last a day with your thin skin and fake woke ass. 

I am sick of the tumblr/social media expectation that celebrities are supposed to be your idea of “woke” or that makes them a bad person. News flash: there’s a real world out there where people are living real lives. No one has time to search all over tumblr to find out the right way to say this or that. 

At the end of the day WE ALL say things that can be taken the wrong way. Its not because we’re trying to be mean, we mean well, we just don’t know any better because NOT EVERYONE KNOWS EVERYTHING AND NO ONES PERFECT. (<- @ all you people calling Lili Reinhart “homophobic” when she’s continually shown her support for the LGBTQ community)


There’s just this cumulative desperation I’ve noticed in the tumblr society where you all try to take who a celebrity is an twist it to fit into what you want them to be. 

They say one thing that gets distorted and all of a sudden you all think you have the right or the power to erase all the good they’ve done and label them bad people. I’m so sick of it. 

GET OFF your high horses because NONE of you people are perfect. And I’m sure there are multiple things you say in just one day that someone somewhere in this world would take the wrong way and deem YOU to be a shitty person.  

At the rate you are all going ALL celebrities are shitty people. Heck WE ARE ALL SHITTY people. 

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a/n: i’ve been meaning to post this for like 47 years but i mean it’s better late than never. something to entertain ur angsty little hearts. enjoy. - h. xxx

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summary: “magnus’ immortality and alec’s inevitable future death loomed over their heads every waking hour of the day, and even attempting to forget, to think of anything else, seemed damn near impossible.”

Alec could not say how long he had been out walking aimlessly along the cold streets of New York, his mind having wandered to less than desirable places. In his rush to get out of the loft he had not grabbed a jacket or a scarf or anything to protect him from the sting of the bitter winter winds. He could think of nothing that sounded more pleasant than returning to his boyfriend and bundling up together in the blankets of their bed, their limbs tangled perfectly.

The thought of Magnus pierced Alec’s heart like it was one of his own arrows, and he suddenly knew how every demon he had ever shot felt in the last moments of their lives. He felt that if he looked down at his chest that he would see blood trickling out slowly from the wound, staining his skin and clothes with a perpetual reminder of everything that he feared in the world. He spared a quick glance at the skin above his heart, trying to find the source of this endless pain, but he came up empty. Somehow he knew that having physical evidence of this dreadful internal ache would have made it so much easier. Having something tangible to tie his feelings to would make them feel valid and acceptable. Instead he stood in front Magnus’ building, feeling more naive and foolish than he ever had before.

This fight had been no different from the others. Magnus’ immortality and Alec’s inevitable future death loomed over their heads every waking hour of the day, and even attempting to forget, to think of anything else, seemed damn near impossible.

It was Alec’s fault and he knew it but he always felt so selfish. The thought of Magnus dying ripped through him like a bullet and made him sick to his stomach. It was a feeling he would never wish upon anyone, and he had soon realized that Magnus probably felt that feeling every day. How he could live like that, with the weight of this unbearable truth crushing his chest until it felt like he was unable to breathe, Alec could not understand.

Magnus had screamed that he knew the risks and that he was willing to take them, but Alec wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he ever caused Magnus any type of pain. Imagining Magnus, 60 years from now, left to grieve by himself, made Alec physically nauseous. His love for Magnus was so fierce that if he had to, for Magnus’ sake, he would leave. No matter how hard it was, no matter how agonizing it would be to live without Magnus lighting up his life like a thousand suns, Alec would give it all up if it meant protecting Magnus.

But for now, all Alec did as he walked up the steps to the loft was curse himself for being a weak, weak man.

Alec stood in front of the familiar set of double doors contemplating whether or not he should even go inside. He feared that maybe Magnus didn’t want to see him, and that he would send him away as soon as he stepped through the door. Or maybe he had already altered his wards to keep Alec out. The thought made Alec’s hand shake as he attempted multiple times to fit the key inside the doorknob, and he ended up dropping it as anxiety washed over him violently.

Alec dropped to the ground and sat against the wall next to the door, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart against his chest. He ran his hands through his hair and put his head between his knees. And although he was the one who had made Alec so nervous that he couldn’t even unlock a goddamn door, he thought about Magnus. He thought about his smile, and how his eyes sparkled when he laughed. He thought about his voice, how it was almost like songlike; the softest melody in the world. He thought about the way he felt when Magnus touched him, sometimes peaceful and calm and safe, and sometimes passionate and wild and hot.

Alec took a deep breath and stood back up, slipping the key into the door knob and opening the door ever so slightly. Nothing happened.

He proceed to walk inside, and just like every other time he came to the loft, he was engulfed in comfort and warmth and the feeling that he was home. That this was where he belonged.

Alec looked up and froze.

Magnus was sitting in his armchair, his chin was pointed and his gaze was unforgiving. He looked like a king, sitting upon the highest of thrones. His lips were wrapped around the rim of his glass of Scotch and Alec’s blood ran cold when he saw the bottle sitting on the table next to Magnus, almost empty.

Magnus rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Oh lighten up, I’m 800 years old. I can hold my liquor.” His voice would have sounded annoyed and irritated to anyone who didn’t know him well enough, but Alec could tell that it was really just a facade. Magnus was hurting; Alec saw it in the small tremble of his lips, he heard it in the way he sounded just slightly unsure, he even felt it in deep in his bones, through a connection he had to Magnus that he could not even begin to comprehend in all its complexities.

“You aren’t 800 years old, Magnus,” Alec said instantly. He was used to Magnus lying about his age. He had heard everything from Magnus claiming to be alive for the establishment of the Ottoman Empire in the year 1299 to his stories about witnessing the crowning of William The Conquerer as the first King of England in 1066. Alec figured it was to help maintain an air of mystery to himself, to keep everyone around him constantly on their toes.

“What does it matter how old I am?” Magnus asked bitterly. “What does anything matter when you’re immortal? Apparently nothing, according to you, my sweet.” The term of endearment rolled sourly off of Magnus’ tongue like whip, slashing Alec across the chest, with absolutely no remorse.

“Stop twisting my words!” Alec yelled, clenching his hands into fists by his sides. “That’s not what I meant, Magnus!” His chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he could feel his face flushing with anger. He just wished Magnus could understand. He couldn’t give Magnus what he deserved; he couldn’t give him an eternity.

“Then what did you mean?!” Magnus shouted, slamming his drink down on the table as he stood up, the alcohol spilling out of the glass. Alec jumped, hardly ever having heard Magnus raise his voice before. He had heard the same voice during Izzy’s trial, and also when he had been on the brink of killing Raphael. It was not something Alec enjoyed hearing, especially when it was directed towards him.

“I can’t- I just-” Alec pulled at his hair, pacing. He just wanted Magnus to get it, to see how guilty this made him feel. He rubbed his face in his hands and turned around, just trying to think.

“Any day now,” Magnus mocked, crossing his arms.

Alec groaned in frustration and turned back to face Magnus. “Magnus, what if I was hurting, and you knew it was your fault and the guilt was eating you alive?”

Magnus’ jaw clenched, knowing where Alec was going with this.

“What if there was only one way to stop it and you knew what it was? If you knew what you had to do, would you do it?” Alec’s voice ended on a whisper and his throat was beginning to close. He bit his cheek, trying to keep his emotions at bay.

Magnus said nothing, which only spurred Alec on.

“I can’t do this, Magnus!” Alec yelled, his voice betraying him as it cracked. “I can’t give you all of myself when I know it’s only temporary! I can’t sit here and act like nothing’s wrong when I know that one day I’m going to have to leave you! It’s tearing me apart, Magnus, knowing that you’ll have to watch me die.” Tears were now freely falling down Alec’s cheeks, and he swiped at them quickly.

“That’s not your choice to make, Alec!” Magnus screamed, his magic sparking red from his fingers with his overflowing anger. His cat’s eyes glistened with barely contained tears. Alec thought they were tragically beautiful.

“Don’t you dare call me that,” Alec seethed, but his voice remained steady.

“Call you what?!” Magnus threw his hands in the air in exasperation.

“Don’t stand there and call me Alec as if you don’t care,” Alec whispered, closing his eyes against the tears.

Magnus was quiet for a moment, and then, “Alexander.”

“I hate you,” Alec said, his voice now unsteady, and his hands shaking as he rushed forward and grabbed Magnus by the collar of his shirt. He crashed their lips together and now he could finally breathe. Magnus’ lips were like oxygen, and Alec was desperate for air. Their kiss was desperate and wanting, and Alec tasted the salt of their tears on his tongue. Kissing Magnus was addictingly dizzying, and Alec always found himself coming back for more, like an addict returning to the source of their addiction. Alec’s hands found their way under Magnus’ shirt, touching the warm skin underneath. Magnus sighed and fell into Alec at the touch. Somehow, being this close to Magnus, breathing all of him in, made Alec feel like everything would be okay.

“Say it again,” Alec muttered, his voice weak. He clutched Magnus like a lifeline, wanting to be as near to him as he could possibly be.

“Alexander,” Magnus repeated, bringing his hands up to frame Alec’s face, pulling away a fraction so that their lips were now just barely brushing. “You don’t,” he mumbled, his thumb tracing Alec’s bottom lip. “Hate me, I mean.”

“I don’t,” Alec agreed simply, his voice barely above a whisper. He traced his fingernails along the skin of Magnus’ hips, his stomach, his chest. He had already mapped out Magnus’ body completely, saving it to his memory, down to each and every freckle. Goosebumps rose on the skin beneath his fingers and he felt Magnus shiver against him.

“It’s my choice, Alexander,” Magnus said shakily, cupping Alec’s jaw. “And I choose you.”

“Aren’t you scared?” Alec asked, leaning into Magnus’ touch, nuzzling his hand.

“Terrified,” Magnus breathed, his lips brushing Alec’s.

“It’s just…I can’t even think about the possibility of you dying, Magnus,” Alec’s breath hitched in his throat and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get those images out of his head. “It would ruin me and- and I don’t know how I could keep living without you. And then I think about you and I know that one day you’re going to have to do that, and I just can’t bare the thought of you hurting so much. Every time I look at you I feel so selfish. I want this, more than I have ever wanted anything in my entire life, but at what cost?” Alec trailed off. On one hand, he knew Magnus should agree with him, to say that they weren’t good for each other, and that they couldn’t go on pretending that everything was alright any longer. But on the other hand, Alec wanted so desperately to throw caution to the wind, to say fuck it to fate, and just love.

“I will love you for the rest of my life, Alexander, no matter the consequences,” Magnus assured, smoothing the lines between Alec’s brows with his thumb.

“How do you do that?” Alec breathed, his hands running over every inch of Magnus that he could touch. It felt like Magnus was the only thing grounding him to the Earth, the only thing keeping him steady.

“Do what?” Magnus’ voice was hardly a whisper.

Alec’s hands twisted into the sleeves of Magnus’ unnecessarily fancy shirt, wrinkling it under his fingers. He could feel the tremors throughout his entire body but no matter how many times he willed them to go away, they just kept coming. “You make it seem like everything is going to be okay,” Alec said, as Magnus began to pepper kisses all over his face. Both of his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, the corner of his mouth.

“Just tell me what you need,” Magnus mumbled.

Alec pressed his forehead to Magnus’ and sighed against his lips. “Say it,” he breathed, his voice almost begging. “My name.”

Alec could not have said how long they stood there in each other’s arms on that cold New York night. It could have been hours, days even. He knew that eventually they would have to face this fight again, but for now, Alec was content with just forgetting.

Alec had heard once that wars used to be fought over love, and he wondered what kind of love could be so strong that men were willing to die to acquire it. He did not have to wonder anymore. Alec did not have to wonder if he was willing to die just to hear the sound of his name coming from the lips of the man he loved.

Why?

He already knew.

Alexander, Alexander, Alexander…

What do you you want me to say? That I’m sorry?” she can’t catch her breath, she can’t catch the words that tumble out from her stomach through her throat, she can’t keep fighting the demon in her head that screams TRUTH at her, and she can’t stop looking at his eyes, his face, twisting at her every word, wishing he’d never asked but knowing he had to.
“I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have let you go, and I know that now. I’m sorry I was a coward, and I’m sorry I still am, but it’s not going to change.” These last few words she speaks slowly, because she has to see him hear them. “I can try to be someone better, and you can keep pretending that I am, but we both know it’s a lie.” He looks up at her, suddenly, staring into her eyes the way he only used to when he was drunk, and something in her crumbles.
“So, for what it’s worth,” she whispers, “I miss you, every day, and I have been alone for the last year because I never got to say goodbye, and I never thought I could hurt this much and still live, and I loved you,” she chokes on the words, like they weren’t supposed to come out into the open, she was supposed to swallow them, like always, she closes her eyes, takes a breath, “I loved you. Back when I knew you, and when I knew who I was, I loved you. But I changed, and that scared me, and I ran so far away from you and I left you and you left me and I just kept telling myself this was how it had to be, because you didn’t fight and I didn’t fight and I was so scared of myself for wanting to and I thought it had to end before it could destroy us and I didn’t know, I’m sorry, okay, but I didn’t know.
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anonymous asked:

smh youre blowing that thing with jaebum out of proportion. he said he didn't like men he didnt say that he absolutely hates gay people. stop twisting his fucking words around. just because he doesnt like men like that all of a sudden makes him homophobic now? wow

jaebum threatened a guy for acting too gay w him and said m/m couples don’t belong in couple spaces previously. in the context of his previous words yes, this is homophobic

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this is for @autistictobio and autistic tobio, set after kageyama and hinata make up (but no spoilers or anything)
it’s 1.3k so if it’s well-received ill put it on ao3! i cried writing it so thats ur only warning

“I made a child cry the other day,” Tobio said, the soft words bubbling out of his mouth and rising from his position on the floor. He looked almost surprised to feel his lips form the words, as if he had never intended to let them slip out. As if a private thought, in the silence, had escaped and been vocalized without his will playing a part in the decision.

Hinata barely raised his own head from the rug to look at him. He was too sore and too tired to put the extra strain on his neck, and just let his head roll to meet him halfway. He felt like a rag doll.

“What’re you doin’ going around and making kids cry?” He waited for an answer, but Kageyama neglected to provide one, so he wiggled his toes and used his words to fill the empty space. The silence was still just a little too uncomfortable, even with the weight of practice on their muscles and the threat of homework on the table. “When did that happen?”

“When we were…y'know.” Fighting seemed like a dirty word, one that would upset the healing balance of their partnership. Even in the relative safety of their fingertips being centimeters away and the tension washed away like a ruined sandcastle on the shore, it still felt dangerous to call too much attention to it.

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How would Taetae react when he goes to the pet store to adopt this really adorable puppy as a surprise for his girlfriend,only to be told that someone (his gf LOL [But he doesn't know that of course]) else had already adopted him?

I made it into a mini scenario :D

Taehyung had been really wanting this cute puppy the moment he laid eyes on it. It’s like they made this “connection” and when those cute little puppy eyes stared up at him, Taehyung knew… the pup belongs to him and they belong with each other :P

But when he actually returns to the store, already set in buying the pup, he’s surprised to find the dog gone and there’s just that look of pure horror on his face followed by a look of utter devastation when the shop owner explains that the dog got adopted a few hours ago. 

Taehyung comes home with shoulders sagging and a deep frown on his face. He slumps on the sofa and covers his eyes with a frown, almost like the whole world has let him down. 

“Honey? Is that you?”

Taehyung just groans in response then scrunches his nose when he feels something tickling his bare toes. “What in the–”

Taehyung pauses before a grin practically splits his face in half as the cutest puppy in the universe looks up at him with its tail wagging playfully. He carries him to his lap and hugs the daylights out of it but the remembers that it’s a living thing and so he loosens his hold to let it breathe and settles for a quick kiss on its cute little head before bolting towards the kitchen where you were. 

“Y/N!!!” he shouts and you smile as you continued mincing vegetables. You already figured out his reaction and was prepared so you hardly jumped when arms wrapped around your waist with Taehyung nuzzling against your neck.

“So you saw him already?” you ask and you feel him nod. 

“Did you plan this?”

“Just thought I’d get it for you.”

“You’re the best!”

“I know.”

“I love you.”

At his words, you stop and twist around to face him; breathless upon the sight of your boyfriend’s genuine box smile. Looking at him now, you knew you would give him the world if it means seeing him smile like that. 

You run your hands through his hair before pecking his forehead. “I love you more.”

“No I love you moreeee~” he kisses your lips and grins. 

“Let’s not make this a competition, Tae.”

“Why? Afraid you’ll lose?”  

“I bought you a dog.” you snort. “You already lost.”

“Then I should buy you a kitty.”

You grew nervous at the suggestion and cupped his cheeks, making sure he listens as you say,  “One at a time, love. Baby steps okay? Let’s take care of the puppy first.”

Taehyung grins and nuzzles your nose in return before moving to carry the puppy who was busy running around the kitchen. “He’s so cute!” he gushes and you thought how they both are and that the responsibility of caring for a dog, though hard, would be very much worth it knowing Taehyung was so…so happy. :D

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“I want you to move to England with me, I want us to be together – like a family.” Joe repeated while looking over you, seeing your confusion by his question-statement.

“But…” You didn’t know what to say, you wanted to say yes but you had so much to think about, it wasn’t an easy as packing a suitcase, flying to a different country and starting a life – it was a lot more complicated.

“Just say yes.” Joe pleaded with you while you were stuck in inner conflict. “I – I want to.” You whispered lowly, breaking eye contact with him and looking across your bedroom to the open window to avoid his gaze.

“But?” Joe asked carefully, feeling like this wasn’t going to go how he had planned in his head. “But… There’s a lot to think about, Joe.” Your hand touched your stomach. “My whole life is in California.” You pointed out.

“And mine’s in England.” He also pointed out, sighing he sat on the edge of your bed, still staring at you as you avoided looking at him.

“I know.” You said a little sharply finally looking at him, “It’s not as simple as getting on a plane and moving in.” You pointed out.

“I know that.” His voice got a little sharp with you, too as your eyes found each others again.

“I’m not saying no.” You said. “Well – you haven’t said yes either.” He added and you rubbed your forehead a little. “Stop getting frustrated at with me.” You didn’t like it.

“I’m not getting frustrated at you (Y/N), I’m trying to do the right thing and you aren’t making things easy for me.” He crossed his arms a little bit, how the mood in the whole room had changed to quickly between the pair of you was unbelievable.  

“I’m trying my best, okay? I’m not asking you to stop your entire life in England to move here and start over…” You said. “I know that.” He muttered. “But that’s what your asking me to do.” You pointed out, “You have friends in England.” He interjected quickly.

“So that justifies packing up my entire life and moving to a different country?” You asked, crossing your own arms now. “I just thought … I just thought I was doing the right thing, okay?” He sighed himself now.

“So – you only asked because you thought it was the right thing to do? Not because you really want me to move?” You wondered.

He looked up quickly. “What? No! I never said that.” His voice quick and rushed. “Stop twisting my words.” He added.

“I wasn’t. I’m just asking if you asked me to move because you want me to move or because you think it’s the right thing to do.” You hated the feeling you were getting in your stomach.

“I asked because I want you to move in with me, okay?” He said standing up from the bed. “I love you, okay? I. LOVE. YOU.” He yelled it at you as you watched him pace your bedroom now.

“I love you, too – why are you yelling?” You whispered seeing him stop mid-pace and stare over you, looking down. “I don’t know.” He whispered calmly.

“We’re repeating ourselves, like we’re in a loop – you know that right?” You asked him. “We get along, I overreact about something, we fight – we make up, something happens, I overreact, we fight …” Joe understood completely what you meant.

“I wasn’t saying no to your question, Joe. I was just … Thinking about the work involved, breaking a lease – filing for the right Visas, taking apart and packing up the most important things in my life. My best friend is here… My doctor is here,” You tried to make your points valid.

“I get it, I guess … I just wanted to you say yes right away.” His hands slipped into his jean pockets. “I know there’s a lot involved, but I don’t want to leave this country without you.” He gave you a half smile, “without you and PeaPod.” He added.

“…PeaPod?” You raised your eyebrow at him slightly, “yeah.” He said nodding. “I was … Googling and I found out that our baby is the size of a PeaPod this week and next week, it’ll be the size of a lemon … But PeaPods are cuter.” He smiled.

“Awh.” You whispered, your heart melting a little bit. “This seems to be a reoccurring thing for me, but I’m sorry I overrated, I didn’t think about all of that stuff when I was asking you.”

“Joe?” You asked, looking around before looking at him again, “yeah?” He asked, watching you carefully. “I love you.” You couldn’t help but smile now even in the after moments of your small fight.

“I love you, too.” He looked relieved to hear you say that, “I need to take care of a lot of thing before I can just get up and leave the country.” You said.

“So… You’re saying yes?” He cut you off a little bit as you stood up. “Sorry.” He added, “I’m saying, give me some time, okay?” You had come to stand in front of him, you placed your hands on his chest. “Just a little bit of time.” You gave him a small smile.

“So… Not three days?” He asked casually. “Little longer.” You wanted to laugh, “okay.” He agreed.

Joe and you had gotten over your small argument and made up, he had left your apartment and went to check out of the hotel he had booked for his stay, but it had become useless.

Tyler had arrived as Joe was leaving and you were sitting on the couch with him, “so, I think I’m moving to England.” You glanced up to Tyler, “no way.” He looked at you seriously.

“I think so.” You bit your lip. “You think – not you know?” He raised an eyebrow at you and you stopped biting your lip. “I’m worried.” You told him. “Shit… About what?” He wiggled closer on the couch until you were both cuddled up close.

“Everything goes well, then we fight about something and it’s stressful. I’m worried something will happen if I move and we wont be able to fix it.” You wondered if anyone else could understand your logic.

“Girl.” Tyler said holding up a finger to make a point, “you two are like … A couple whose been married for thirty years, it’s crazy – you bicker and bitch but in the end you both still love each other.” He pointed out.

“Yeah… But it doesn’t mean I like fighting.” You had put your head on his shoulder. “No, but look at you both… You’re strong headed, independent and young.” He laughed. “I am gonna love watching you both suffer when that baby is born, it’s gonna have one hell of an attitude.” He laughed thinking about it. “Honey, look.” He said again seeing you weren’t entirely convinced. “Keep your lease going, I’ll look after the place – go to England, fucking go while you can and see how things go. If you feel like they aren’t going well and you wanna come home. Come home.”

“Why do you make it sound so easy?” You asked him, your fingers were playing with his as you listened to him.

“Because it is,” he shrugged. “You’re just not thinking clearly because your pregnant and your judgement is clouded or some type of whatever.” He waved it off.

“You think?” You weren’t sure whether you should laugh or cry at Tyler’s logic and how simple it sounded. “I know.” He nodded seriously. “And if you need me, I’ll be on the next plane out, trust me.” He squeezed you…

… “You wouldn’t believe how much of a pain in the ass it is to check out of a hotel sometimes.” Joe said coming back through your front door, closing it and locking it behind him, he kicked off his shoes and he walked down the hallway through the living room and into your bedroom.

“What?” You asked, having not really heard him as you were sat on the floor, folding a t-shirt.

“What are you doing?” Joe asked, seeing the clothes in piles on the floor. “Packing.” You glanced around, “isn’t it obvious?” You asked.
“Well, yeah – but for what?” He asked. “For England,” you turned to look at him like he was crazy for not knowing.

“Like … England in two days, England?” He inquired carefully and you nodded. “Yeah.” You laughed.

“So, your coming?” He asked even more carefully. “Yes.” You nodded. “For real?” He didn’t believe this. “Yes, Joe.” You nodded, getting up off the floor. “What changed your mind?” He wondered.

“Fairy god-mother assured me it would be okay.” You admitted with a smile.

Luke Imagine: He Tries to Get You Back

Author: Rhine

-

He messed up.

He made a mistake – a big one – with the one things that was perfect in his life, the only thing that made sense.

You.

You were his anchor in his hectic life; the voice of reason in his reckless moments, the arms of comfort in his tired nights and the reason for his smile even on the saddest days.

You were the best thing to happen to him.

And he let you go.

No, but he didn’t just let you go – he made you storm off with flaming cheeks and tears in your eyes, with nasty thoughts of him and bitter heartbreak.

Luke didn’t let you go gently; not like a gentle release from his arms for a bird who deserved to fly.

No, he made you leave; he made you want to leave, biting at his grip that caged you and making sure you left a trail of dust in your wake as a reminder of his loss.

He made a mistake.

He made you leave.

-

He didn’t mean to.

It was in the heat of the moment – perhaps a tipping point of a boiling pot of bitter emotions that he tried to put a lid on – but the words slipped out of his lips and they cut you like a knife.

I just think it’s stupid.

It’s not stupid, Luke – you know how much it means to me.

It was something that you loved – something that took up the already small margin of time he had with you – and he was tired of having you away, tired of having taking up your time that wasn’t him.

You loved him – but you also loved other things. Other people. Friends. Family.

Other things that made you happy, other things that made up who you were – it was something that you held close to you, and the fact that Luke would even try to take it away from you – knowing full well how much it meant to you – was enough to make your blood boil.

He let it slip, and it was too late to catch the words that fell from his clumsy lips.

I just think you spend too much time on it, that’s all.

He knew he had struck a chord when he saw your eyes narrow dangerously, eyebrows furrowed and fists starting to clench.

So I can’t spend time with things that make me happy, but you can gallivant about with your music and your friends all night long?

It’s my job –

I don’t care, Luke. It’s my happiness. Did you want me to be sitting at home all the time, waiting for you to call? Waiting for you to come home? Show up at the studio with some cookies and lunch? Give you backrubs when you’re tired and have my life centered around you?

I’m your boyfriend.

You let out a derisive laugh, voice dripping with bitter sarcasm.

So that automatically makes you the centre of my world? Is it my duty as your girlfriend to devote everything I have to you?

Stop twisting my words!

His words come out louder than he intends it to, and the sharp tones echo in the silence that ensues.

You’re taken aback by his abrupt outburst, but it does nothing to calm the spiked fury in your veins.

So what do you want me to do, Luke?

Your voice is cynical, scathing.

I want to spend more time with you.

Well, we’re spending time now, aren’t we?

He’s staring at you with angry disbelief; at the girl in front of him that wears the face of someone he loved but spoke words that made his jaw clench and teeth grate.

This wasn’t the girl he loved.

If you think spending time on something else will make you happier than spending time with me, then whatever – go ahead. I wanted to spend time with you, but obviously you don’t think the same.

Luke, it’s not a competition – I’m allowed to do other things, too. I’m allowed to like things that you might not, and while I don’t need your approval, I could at least use some acceptance. I sure as hell don’t need you dictating what I can and cannot do.

Is that the type of person you think I am?

That’s the type of person you’re sounding like right now.

He’s glaring at you now, and your eyes are doing the same back at him, seething.

You’re both at a standstill, bodies tense and words still hanging heavily in the air.

You’ve fought before – small, trivial little things that blew over within a day – but this, this hurt. Knowing that Luke could say something about something you loved – to knock it down and try to step above it – it hurt.

And you think you might just be using your anger to cover up the betrayal you feel in your heart for the one person who was supposed to be accepting of you.

You do what you love and what makes you happy, Luke – and I’m glad that you can. I’m happy when you’re happy, but why can’t you let me have the same with my own thing?

He’s as still as a stone, blue eyes as hard as ice.

Then go if it makes you so happy. Go and forget about the fact that you have a boyfriend.

It wasn’t meant to be an invitation, but you take it as one, shaking your head in disbelief before prying your eyes away from his cold ones, walking towards the door in angry steps.

You used to make me happy, Luke. Maybe that’s why I stayed.

He’s silent, his mind registering you leaving but his body doing nothing to stop it.

But clearly that’s not the case anymore.

You hold your gaze for a moment longer – you’re begging for him to stop you, to tell you to stop, to tell you to stay – but he remains silent and you make sure to slam the door on the way out.

You don’t come back.

-

It’s been a year.

A year since his stupid, stupid mistake.

He spends every night thinking about it, rewinding the moment you left and the replaying the words you said.

He was wrong. He should’ve said it better. He should’ve at least told you to stay.

But you’re gone; you made sure you disappeared from his life for good, and god did he hope you were happy somewhere in this world.

But Luke wishes that you could still be happy with him.

Because for the past year, he’s been pining over the girl that he drove away; his eyes ringed with black over the sleepless nights he had thinking of you and all he should’ve done, all he shouldn’t have done.

He didn’t realize that you were his happiness until you walked out the door and left him in the dark loneliness.

Luke needed you. He needed your smile to light up his days and your kisses to soothe him at night.

He needed to tell you he was sorry. That he was wrong.

At the very least, he needed some closure.

Without it, he was nothing but a fragment of a boy filled with regrets over all the things that were just a little too late.

-

You meet again, by accident.

It was a bitterly cold day and you were rushing home and you didn’t see where you were going until you crashed; spilling hot coffee all over the person in front of you.

He thinks about how clichéd it is to meet like that, but a part of him wants to think that it’s more than just some rom-com coincidence – that there’s fate behind it, like the two of you were meant to find each other again.

You’re stuttering over your apologies, but they die on your lips the moment you look up and see the familiar blue eyes that were glaring at you the last time you stared into them.

You don’t know what to say, or what to do – you’re half tempted to run away, but even with all that happened, you think leaving Luke in the cold with a coffee-stained jacket was just a little too cruel.

He’s the first to speak, words tumbling off his lips gracelessly.

I’m sorry.

And you almost want to laugh because it’s your coffee over his jacket, but he’s the one apologizing.

No, I should be sorry – I’ve ruined your expensive jacket.

He shakes his head vigorously, his heart pounding at the sight of you – at this moment that he only dreamed about, the moment where he’d find you again.

The moment where he’d fix things again.

No, I’m sorry – I’m sorry… sorry for all the stupid things I said. Sorry for being such a jerk. Sorry for not doing something, then causing shit when I did. In fact, you shouldn’t be sorry at all – I think I deserved this, with all I did. Didn’t do. Failed to do.

You’re still speechless, shocked at the fact that he still remembered the foolishly silly argument you had over a year ago.

You don’t know that that’s the only thing that’s been on his mind for the past year.

Luke, please don’t – it was so long ago.

I screwed up. I made a mistake.

We both made mistakes.

And the reason why you were afraid of going back was because you were scared. You had your own mistakes from that day – too hot-headed, too childish, too accusatory – and you were afraid to owe up to them, to admit to Luke that you were spinning things out of proportion.

He had hurt you, but you hurt him too.

So you did the easy thing. You left. And you didn’t come back.

But now that you’re face-to-face with him, you’re reminded of all of your childish stupidity of that one day, and of all the words you wished you could’ve taken back.

I know what I did was wrong. I… I should’ve known better.

It’s not just you, Luke.

You can see the regret and guilt in his eyes, and you hate how it makes your heart twinge.

I want you to know that I… I know better now. I’m sorry. I – I hope you’re happy. I know you’re happier without me messing things up in your life, but I… I wanted you to know. I’m sorry.

You’re silent, and he’s afraid because the last time he saw your lips close, you ended up walking out of his life.

What do you want, Luke?

Your voice is quiet, soft – not at all bitter or sarcastic like it was the last time you asked him something, but rather, gentle and contemplative.

In all honesty? You.

He laughs a little, like a little awkward relief when he says the words out low.

I haven’t been the same. I want… I want some closure, at the very least. To have something official. An official break up. An official make up. Not a closed door and a head full of questions.

The two of you were blocking the sidewalk with his broad shoulders and your thick jacket; the cold winds biting your exposed skin, but you barely notice anything around you but the person you thought had disappeared from your life a year ago.

I want to be happy, Luke.

Is there a possibility that you can have that with me? Like we used to?

His voice is hopeful, a bit of light starting to shine in the blue eyes you used to drown in.

Come with me. Let me fix up that jacket – I think I can wash out the stains before it dries completely – and… and we’ll talk.

It’s not a yes and it’s not a no, but it’s more than Luke has gotten in the past year, and it’s a leeway to an answer.

We’ll spend time together?

He almost sounds like a child with his hopeful voice, and you can’t help but to smile.

Just like what you wanted.

Want.

He doesn’t have to say I want you, but you both know it’s what he’s thinking.

And you’re not sure if it’s his unspoken words or your own inner voice, but the words are echoing in your mind all the same.

I want you, too.

-

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anonymous asked:

In closing, I should remind you that a Christian is someone who follows Christ in everything, not just in what he or she believes. If you love Him, keep His commandments. This means not only demonstrating love and compassion for all, but also holding fast to strong doctrine and not approving of sin or those who revel in it. Those who approve of homosexual relationships and/or gay marriage, for example, are the latter. If that includes you, I pray you repent. Don't be like those in Romans 1.

You wrote a lot more stuff than this, and I did read it. And I did consider giving a thorough counter argument and citing a bunch of verses but 1. That would take a long time and I need to help my grandma decorate for Christmas today, 2. I don’t think it would change your mind, and 3. If you read all the things I said and your conclusion is that I am a sinner who needs to be prayed for…… Well you’d technically be right because everyone is a sinner that needs to be prayed for but thAT’S NOT THE POINT.

All I ask is that you understand that gay people… and bisexuals (like me), and asexuals, and trans people, and nonbinary people… They were born like that. You can deny it all you like, but God made them the way they are. And you are twisting His words in order to tell them to stop being what they were made to be, just as how people twisted His words to defend slavery. Just as people twisted His words to call women lesser. Just as people twisted His words to justify atrocities like the crusades. It’s wrong.

So don’t you dare talk to me about how to properly follow scripture. Because even if I’m wrong, I would rather be guilty of loving people too much than not loving them enough.

I will pray for you too. And may I suggest that we pray that if either of us is mistaken in our beliefs that God would show it to us.

-TQ

I’m Sorry I Love You (4)

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     You barely climbed in the car and looked at your sneakers after the door closed, it had some noticeable scratches on the toe of your shoes. It was your favorite kicks and you wore it whenever you had a chance, you let out annoyance groaned because now you need to buy a new one to replace your favorite one, “Ah, I really need slip on!”

     Both of you were on your way to AOMG, Simon asked you to come with him attending AOMG’s gathering. It wasn’t special party or something, since his album finished and ready to launch next month, he wanted to thank everyone who helped him doing his album. His schedule so packed and he didn’t have enough time to throw a party, so he gathered AOMG’s buddy and decided to have dinner together. And your boyfriend, who had just get his new license (after 32 years never had car license). He finally made it, that’s why he was in charge as a driver from now on. He quickly replied, “Let’s do it~”

     “What do you mean with let’s do it?” you questioned, didn’t know what he’s talking about.

     “What? You said you want sleep on~” he remarked then he gave you a sweet ‘you-know-what-I-mean-smile to you, “you can sleep on me~”

      You pupil widened as you heard him,“Oh my God, Simon! You’re so nasty!” no kidding, Simon has ability to connect anything that hasn’t meant to be connected at all. He’s unbelievable great at talking nonsense and dirty.

     “You said sleep on! Who the hell do you want to sleep on if it’s not me??” you could hear his annoyance voice, does his mind always dirty like that?

     “It’s slip on! Shoes! Sneakers! You— seriously..” you shook your head disbelief.

     He let out a small chuckle before adding, “Ah, was it slip on? Sorry, I misheard it~” Simon giggled like crazy while you were face palming him.

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Game of Thrones 5x07 - My Reactions (Spoilers)

Winter is FINALLY coming!

Great. Ser Alliser is in charge again.

Awww! Jon and Sam. Brothers in arms

No. Aemon is dying.

Theon! Talk to her!

Ramsey is a monster! Look at those bruises on Sansa’s arm! How dare he hit her! This is not right!

YES! Theon is helping Sansa!

No Theon! How could he? Is he really so spineless?

Rest in Peace Aemon.

Well said Sam. Well said.

God! Ramsey makes me cringe!

Careful, Sansa. Careful.

Sansa’s face when she finds out about Jon.

No! He killed that woman! MONSTER!

Goddamn it Theon!

Stannis the Stubborn. Thats what they should call him

Don’t you dare hurt Shireen!

Good man, Stannis! Protect your daughter!

Uh-oh. Run Gilly! No! Leave her alone!

SAM!

YES! GHOST! HELLO BOY!

Haha, only Sam would faint after a beating

Sam and Gilly. Just. Aw!

Whoa! Sammy boy! Get in there haha!

Good one Tyrion. Show him what you’re worth!

Dany and Daario are soo cute!

Haha Daario is jealous.

Aw. Daario wants to marry Dany.

Whoa. Daario! That’s extreme; asking Dany to kill all the Masters!

Haha Olenna and the High Sparrow sparring! I. LOVE. THIS!

TOMMEN HAS A VOICE!

Stop twisting his words, Ceresi!

AH! TOMMEN WOULD START A WAR FOR MARGAERY! HE LOVES HER!

No, Tommen! Don’t trust your mother!

Okay. Again admiring Ceresi’s love for her children

Oh. Myrcella has a tongue on her! Sorry Jamie. Your own daughter just bested you!

Bronn is singing! Brilliant!

Haha! Bronn is such a bloke! The slightest bit of flesh and he’s gone. 

The Sand Snakes poisoned him! 

Bronn was just bested by a woman! Priceless

Expecting great things from this Tyrell/Littlerfinger partnership

Let the Games begin!

Dany’s arrived. Things just got interesting!

Poor Dany. So horrified!

Ah. Dany and Jorah in the same spot!! This is gonna be good!

Come on Tyrion. Break free!

Yay! Jorah. Kick some ass for your Queen!

Tyrion and Dany finally meet!

No. Margaery! What a state!

God! Freaking Ceresi!

Haha. Its happening!  Lancel just walked in 

Ceresi’s in for it now!

YES! KARMA! AT LONG LAST! BYE-BYE CERESI!!

what patrick meant:

  • he likes good cops
  • not bad cops
  • is too polite and likes to see both sides of the story
  • agrees with the protesters
  • does not like it when he gives people the wrong message
  • does not like it when people get killed

guys please stop twisting his words. some of yall really need to grow up claiming that he is not ‘doing enough’ for the protesters. like really. i dont see you marching around the streets with picket signs, so why you mad at him?

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Laying down in the back of the tour bus, you sighed, scrolling through twitter.

You were waiting for the boys to come back after finishing a show. 

Eventually you heard a series of yelling, signaling their return. Getting up off the couch, you made your way to the front of the bus.

Ashton and Calum slightly smiled at you before making their way over to the bunks, not letting you actually talk to them. 

Walking over to where Luke was sitting, you plopped down next to him.

Where’s Mikey?”

Looking up from his phone, he quickly glanced to you and then back down.

Um… not sure…. Last i saw he was behind us… and… then he wasn’t.”

Frustrated, you sighed.

Okay? And do you have any idea where he could be?”

“Um… nope… sorry.”

Quickly smiling, he got up, rushing over to his bunk.

Groaning, you felt yourself becoming completely annoyed.

All week the boys had been basically avoiding you. Treating you like you were some sort of nuisance.

Which. Made. No. Sense.

For a few years you had been really good friends with the boys. You were constantly visiting them on tour, sometimes even traveling with them. It wasn’t until about a year ago that you started dating Michael. And to be honest, everything was still perfect. They were your best friends and he was your boyfriend. Everyone got along and it made for a really smooth relationship. 

But then you came to visit a few weeks ago for this tour.

Everything was different.

The boys treated you like you were a nobody. They constantly blew you off, made any excuse to not talk for more then 5 minutes and sometimes even walked the opposite direction when they saw you coming.

Then there was Mikey.

Before the tour, he was the perfect boyfriend. 

You both were basically the two halves of the same person.

But now, he wasn’t the same.

He hardly touched you, kissed you, talked to you. He made a point to come onto the bus late, really giving no time for you to talk. Woke up early and left to go do things he claimed were for the band. It was like it pained him to even be close to you. 

You had no idea what you had done or what was wrong.

For the past few weeks, you tried to fix whatever it was you did to them. But no matter how hard you fought, it was like you weren’t good enough for their world anymore. It was coming to the point where you couldn’t handle it.

Tonight was the night you were finally going to confront Mikey about it.

Hearing his heavy footsteps coming up the stairs, you felt your stomach drop. You saw him immediately catch sight of you and lightly groan.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes.

Wow… okay… hi to you too.”

Shaking his head, he looked away.

Im not in the mood to deal with anyone right now.”

Standing up, you blocked him from going towards the bunks.

Well damn Mikey, I’m not just anyone. Im your fucking girlfriend. Or have you forgotten that?”

Looking annoyed, he just stared at you.

And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

Crossing your arms, you slightly puffed up your chest, trying to stand your ground against his attitude.

It means it seems like you've forgotten why I’m here in the first place.”

Rolling his eyes, he tried to walk around you but you stepping in front again.

Well fuck you make it pretty hard to forget.”

Taken aback, you fought to keep a straight face.

The whole reason you both picked these few weeks for you to come was because your one year anniversary was in a few days. He had been so adamant about you being on tour with him for that day. 

But now he was acting like it was more of a bother to him than an important moment.

So what your saying is our anniversary isn’t important?”

Throwing his hands in the air, he started to raise his voice.

I didn’t fucking say that did i? No! Stop twisting my god damn words!”

Raising your voice to match his, you could hear the other boys getting out of their bunks, confused at the sudden yelling.

Then what the hell are you saying! Jesus Michael if you don’t want me here anymore just say it! Just-”

“I JUST FUCKING TOLD YOU IM NOT IN THE MOOD TO DEAL WITH PEOPLE! WHY CANT YOU JUST TAKE THAT AS ME SAYING TO LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE! GOD STOP BEING SUCH A WHINY BITCH” 

Raging, he turned to punch the side of the bunks.

Mouth open, you took a step back, watching your vision turn blurry.

Turning around, you saw all of the boys staring at Mikey in disbelief.

He had never once raised his voice at you.

Never once even seemed to be violent.

Looking back at him, you saw a wave of different emotions play through his face. Taking a step forwards, you took a step back.

You were actually scared of him.

He looked at all the faces of the boys and shook his head.

Pushing past you, he ignored everyone and went to jump into his bunk, closing the curtain.

Shaking you turned around, meeting the worried stares of the boys.

Are you-”

“Stop.”

You cut off Ashton before he could finish his sentence.

Stop pretending like you care all of a sudden.”

Walking through them you went over to the back of the bus, closing the door behind you.

Crawling into the couch, you pulled the blanket off the top and tried to bury yourself inside the cushion.

Letting out a silent sob, you hide your face in the blanket.

What had you done to make him hate you so much all of a sudden?

He always used to say you were his whole world and now it was like he refused to even look at you. It was like you were the problem for his sudden mood change and you didn’t know why. 

Crying yourself to sleep, you never once moved from the couch.

Eventually you heard voices, but you thought you were still dreaming.

Turning, you tried to push the voices away but they came back even stronger.

It took you a while to realize you weren’t dreaming but catching the end of the conversation somewhere close by.

Mate, you need to tell her.”

Slowly opening your eyes, you were faced with the side of the couch, realizing you had your back against the people talking.

They were in the room with you.

I can't”

You recognized Mikey’s voice.

Shifting, you tried to still act as if you were sleeping, wanting to figure out what was being talked about.

You can’t keep this from her anymore. The boys and I can keep it anymore either.”

Ashton was the other voice.

Hearing Mikey sigh, you felt your heartbeat start to race.

What was he keeping from you?

I don't want to lose her.”

You felt your heart drop.

Why would he lose you?

What had he done?

And you don’t think after yesterday’s outburst that you won’t already lose her? Mate you have been treating her like absolute shit lately. We’ve all tried staying away to give you time to figure out what to do, but you didn’t see how broken she was yesterday. How completely scared she got. For fucks sake man she cried herself to sleep last night by herself. What kind of boyfriend who claims to love her, does that?”

Pausing, he waited for Mikey’s reaction, but got nothing.

Fine Michael, don’t do anything. But don’t come crying to us when she decides to leave you for good.“

Hearing Ashton’s footsteps recede down the hall, you waited for Mikey to follow before you moved.

But instead you heard his footsteps come closer to you.

Squeezing your eyes tight, you did your best to act asleep.

Then you felt his soft lips press against the side of your head.

Im so sorry baby girl”

Walking out, he closed the door behind him.

Finally pushing the blanket off of you, you sat up straight.

What the hell was going on?

Waiting a few minutes before going out the room, you slowly opened the door, immediately hearing all the boys turn quiet.

Walking past the bunks, you saw all of them watching you from the front couch, not making a sound.

Going over to the cabinet, you pulled out a bag of goldfish and made your way back over where you had been sleeping.

Grabbing your phone off the sofa, you cuddled up against the edge. 

Hearing footsteps, you looked up and met Mikey’s unreadable eyes.

Looking back down, you didn’t even bother acknowledging him.

Shifting from foot to foot, you could tell he didn’t know what to do.

Walking further in, he kept staring at you, trying to find something to say.

The bus stopped”

Nodding your head, you tried to keep focused on your phone, annoyed at his lame excuse of a conversation starter. 

Obviously, I can see that by looking out the windows”

Biting his lip, you knew he was nervous.

Moving forwards again he was about to start talking when Calum came bursting.

Hey sorry to interrupt, but we have to go into the venue for an interview”

Standing awkwardly, he waiting for a response. 

“Just give me a few minutes, ill be there in a sec.”

Patting Mikey on the back, Calum walked out of the bus with the boys, leaving you and Michael alone for the first time in weeks.

Looking up, you waited for him to make the first move.

Opening and closing his mouth, he tried to find the right words.

Um.. Look about yesterday… I’m sorry… I guess”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you gaped at him.

You guess? Oh wow thats rich. You treat your girlfriend like shit and you guess your sorry? wow thanks Michael”

Rolling your eyes, you got up off the couch, wanting more than anything to get off this bus.

Stepping in front of the door, he held out his hands.

Wait i didn’t mean it like that”

Huffing, you crossed your arms.

No? Than what did you mean?”

Licking his lips, he still couldn’t gather his words together.

I just… I… Look I’m… Fuck I don’t know”

Nodding your head, you laughed humorlessly.

You don’t know? Really?”

Taking in a big breath, you let mouth start to run wild, holding nothing back.

So you don’t know why you’ve been ignoring me for the past few weeks? You don’t know why all of the sudden the boys want nothing to do with me? You don’t know why you treat me like I’m nothing but a pest to you? You don’t know why you haven’t bothered to tell me you loved me or touch me? Why you talk to me like I’m some sort of nobody? Why you avoid every single moment to spend with me?”

Letting out a small sob, you couldn’t stop yourself from talking.

Well let me guess why then since you don’t know! Is it because you don’t want to be with me anymore? Am i not good enough for you? Am i some sort of fucking bother to you? Do i disgust you know? Do you not love me anymore?”

Hearing your voice crack at the end, you placed a hand to your mouth, trying not to let out any more sobs.

Rushing forwards, he tried to grab your arms.

No! No! Please don’t think that! I love you so fucking much please-”

Smacking his hands away from you, you cut him off.

Then why Michael! Why do you treat me like i mean nothing to you! What did i do that was so fucking horrible that made you not want me anymore. Please just tell me what i did so i can fix this. I can’t keep waiting around to figure it out myself, please just tell me. I keep watching our relationship break piece by piece right in front of me and i don’t know what to do.”

Taking a shaky breath in, you waited for his response.

Scared and panicked, he started letting tears fall from his eyes. 

He was losing you.

Moving his hands up to his hair, he started tugging on the tips, closing his eyes tightly.

Opening them, you saw so much fear in his eyes.

So much regret.

So much pain.

He finally had to tell you the truth.

Whether he was ready or not, he had no choice.

Either way he was probably going to lose you.

Because… Fuck… Before i say anything, please remember i love you so much. I fucked up. This is completely my fault and I’m sorry. Please don’t ever think you are whats wrong with us. It’s completely me”

Stoping, he shook his head, sobbing slightly.

Looking back up, he held your eyes.

“Baby girl… Im so sorry but… I-”

“MICHEAL! LETS GO! WE NEED YOU FOR THE INTERVIEW!”

Turning, you both saw the boys manager running onto the bus.

Lets go, were going to film in 3 minutes. You need to be out there”

Pausing, he took in the sight of both of you and looked a little confused.

Uh sorry… didn’t know something was going on but we need you out there”

Pushing Michael to start walking, Mikey jumped back, refusing to go.

What? No… i can’t right now. Just do it without me I can’t-”

“Just go”

Both turning to look at you, they watched confused as you stood up.

Michael just go.”

Shaking his head, he didn’t understand.

What no… I need to try and fix this-”

Walking forwards some, you stop him.

“I understand that… But right now i cant even think properly. I got out everything i was bottling up and now i just need time to get my head on straight. Just go do the interview, ill still be here when you get back”

Looking at you sadly, he nodded.

Okay”

Walking forwards, he bent down to give you a kiss but you turned your head.

Backing away, he stared at you with so much hurt in his eyes.

Come on Mike… We need to go”

Pulling him lightly, his manager turned Mikey around to leave the bus.

Looking back to you, he gave you an apologetic smile.

Once you heard the bus door close, you felt a wave a relief and flopped back down on the couch.

You wanted so badly to know the truth but now hearing him so close to saying it, you were scared.

You had a feeling you knew what he was going to say but you didn’t want to hear it.

You just wanted to stay in denial.

Closing your eyes, you tried to make your now growing headache disappear.

Hearing a phone start to go off, you groaned and turned to look for yours.

Grabbing it, you noticed your screen was black.

Getting off the couch, you made your way over to the bunk area and looked for the source of the sound.

It was coming from Mikey’s bunk.

Shoving his blankets around, you reached under his pillow and finally grabbed his phone.

By the time you pulled it out, the screen had turned black.

Shrugging you were about to put it back when it started ringing again.

Abigail.

Confused, you just stared at the screen.

Why the fuck was she calling?

And why in the world did he still have her number?

He had told you when you started dating that he deleted her number and never wanted to talk to her again.

But yet here she was, name in his phone, calling.

Still not answering, you let her name fade away.

Trying to put the pieces together, you saw her name pop up again.

She wasn’t planning on going away any time soon.

Absolutely shaking, you answered the call, not speaking.

Oh my god you answered. Okay please don’t hang up on me this time.”

Staying quiet, she took the silence as an invitation to keep talking.

Look i know what you said okay. That night was a mistake. And i know i agreed at the time but i need to tell you the truth. Im still in love with you. And i know you have to still feel the same way or else it wouldn’t have happened again. We can make this work, okay? Please?”

Feeling like the air had been sucked out of your lungs, you started sliding down to the floor.

Mikey? Are you there? God this is because of your fucking girlfriend isn’t it? Jesus don’t tell me you still haven’t told her? You really expect to hide this from her? Fucking hell ill tell her if you don’t! Im not going to give up on us! Not when i know theres still a chance! So just own up and tell her already!”

Completely shaking, you answered her, not even recognizing your broken voice.

Don't worry about it. You just did.”

Pulling the phone off your ear, you could hear her freaking out, pleading to wait once she figured out who had been listening.

Wait.. no.. I’m sorry… don’t tell him i told-”

Hitting the end button, you shut her up.

Throwing the phone across the bus, you put your head in your hands.

He had cheated on you.

That’s why he couldn’t even bare the thought of touching you.

He gave himself to someone else.

Someone who he might possibly still have feelings for.

Acting on pure instinct, you ran out of the bus with no place in mind.

You ran into the venue, up random stairs, down different hallways.

You kept running until you were out of breath, sliding down against a wall.

Breathing heavily, you felt like you couldn’t get a grasp on air.

Grabbing your chest, you felt like the walls were starting to close in against you.

Slowly seeing black spots, you tried to calm yourself, but couldn’t.

You had let your anxiety turn into a full blown panic attack.

Seeing patches of your surroundings, you tired to figure out where you were but the next thing you knew everything had turned black.

Hitting the floor, the last thing you remembered was catching sight of someone running in the room, yelling your name.

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Annnnnnd heres my next little mini series!

Basically the whole reason i started this one was because of these two suggestions from tialeashley and an anon (who is a straight savage btw):

Questions or suggestions?
Let know now here:  

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(PART 2)

Okay

What the fuck is wrong with this fandom

He didn’t say that so stop twisting his words for starters

secondly, this is sick

He never said he “Didn’t want to talk about MCR anymore”

He said that he was moving onto new things, moving on with his life and we need to all respect that because it’s making him unhappy to see the hate he’s getting

The band is gone, and we all need to get the fuck over that and stop spamming him with stupid shit like this

And on the fucking radio as well? This fandom is starting to make me sick, even though there are way more sweet, lovely members of the fandom, some of the things that a small minority do, like this, are despicable

So this happened and I'm just at a loss.

I saw this in this post:

I took it and put it in my own post because I didn’t want to clog the other one with my response.

It’s unpopular opinion time.

Actors in general do not get that involved with their fandoms that they’ll sit there reading fanfiction. I used to work for an actor on a show in the mid-90s who was part of a ship that eventually went canon and he knew about fanfiction, shipping, etc. It didn’t bother him. He didn’t care. It didn’t make him uncomfortable or anything, but he never felt a desire to read fanfiction, nor did he want to answer shipping questions in public. Why? It pitted his fans against each other and made him feel responsible if people responded negatively. So he chose not to talk about it in public even if the concepts of fanfiction and shipping didn’t personally bother him. Jensen’s handling of shipping and fanfiction is virtually identical to the guy I used to work for.

Let’s throw another unpopular opinion out there.

The majority of people–probably Jensen included–don’t feel comfortable looking at incest between brothers. That’s just a fact. And honestly, any kind of fanfiction should not be part of any actors’ sphere of interest. Fanfiction is for fans, not actors. I mean, do people really think Jensen would be interested in brother-on-brother incest? Come on. I don’t even expect the actors to glance at Destiel fanfiction or any other kind at all either. The media asking about it just pits fans against each other, as we see here.

Even if he did look at fanfiction, I highly doubt he’d admit to it–especially in the NY Times–because of the venom between the Destiel and Wincest camps. Misha has talked about it before, how the concept of shipping doesn’t bother him but he doesn’t feel like he can talk about it because he gets backlash. He said he has to choose his words very carefully. So do I blame Jensen for wanting no part of being that deeply invested in the fandom? Not at all.

But for this J2fangirl person to twist his words around into a Destiel thing is wrong. That’s not what he said. Do I think he looks at Destiel fics? Absolutely not, nor would I ask him to as a Destiel shipper. I’m simply saying stop twisting his words around to fit your venomous agenda. He was asked about Wincest and that was his response. Period. Don’t use Jensen as a tool to bash a subsect of fans that you don’t like.

If actors enjoy reading fanfiction, like Orlando Jones, then that’s their choice. Jensen chooses not to get that involved with the fandom and his response was the correct one for him. It’s not a tool for you to be hateful toward people you don’t like. I highly doubt Jared, Jensen, or Misha would approve of the deep divisions and bullying that go on in their names.

Stop it. Just stop it. Disagreeing with people is not a free license to be mean to them.

anonymous asked:

You said before that GMW Is not deep because it is on Disney channel and the theorist are disrespecting the writers when they ignore canon. But saying that GMW is not deep is bring disrespectful to MJ and the whole crew and cast of the show and Disney channel. He is not going to waste his time on a "kids" show. Every show he has ever created has more layers to it than other shows and GMW is not different. Just because it is on Disney channel doesn't mean it's not deep.

i’ve never said that gmw wasn’t deep. it’s a piece of media so of course it has a deeper meaning! i’m a media studies major; it’s literally my job to analyze this stuff lol

what i said is that gmw is not that deep. it’s not the kind of deep that warrants endless theories and thorough analysis of every single piece of clothing or prop. it’s not the kind of deep in which everything happening in canon is building a storyline that is completely opposite to the one being told to the audience (that’s probably the best way to make your audience angry, actually).

it is, however, the kind of deep that prompts the audience to take a step back and look at everything that has happened in the series, especially considering the fact that this is a continuation series. it’s the kind of deep where the viewer can benefit from rewatching the episodes multiple times in order to spot character motivations and see their growth.

the fact that gmw is on disney channel is a huge factor in this. the show’s target demographic begins at 6 years old; the show has to make sense to a young child in order to be appropriate for the network. every piece of media has its target audience and there must be material that appeals to them in order to be successful. if a first grader couldn’t grasp a concept after the episode is over, then it doesn’t belong. (and if the network had an issue with anything in the script, they would bring it up and talk to MJ about it)

just look at episodes like gm belief, gm rileytown, and gm forgiveness project. they all dealt with deeper, stronger topics but presented them in a way that made sense to young kids (and without compromising the interest of their older viewers as well). michael jacobs is a really fucking talented screenwriter and he crafts stories we love and three-dimensional characters we care about. that’s amazing. it’s something that so many writers struggle with every day. so yes, it is incredibly disrespectful to him when theorists ignore or twist what’s happening in canon to fit their own versions of the show. (it’s one thing to be frustrated at a writing decision and question it, but it’s a whole ‘nother thing to actively fight against the decision and create bogus explanations as to why the canon decision isn’t the actual decision and it’ll be invalidated later because that’s just writing at its finest.) and it’s also pretty disrespectful of you to say that he wouldn’t “waste his time” on a kid’s show. this is his show. he will do whatever he wants with it.

do you know MJ personally? no? then stop speaking for him. stop twisting his words and his writing. accept canon and move on. 

You’re WHAT?! (Michael Clifford Imagine)

A/N: This was requested by anon. You didn’t specify what you wanted the fight to be about so I’m going to make it about that you’ve just told him your pregnant but you’re not sure you want to keep it. I hope it’s okay! I’m still taking requests to do as well!

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