summer i am waiting for you

“Rooftop” Anon:

Readers/other bloggers here choose to believe us (or not) & the veracity of the intel we have.

None of us ever ever expose these sources, or we would never get them to keep feeding us.

I don’t make the rules.

I am having a wonderful summer, sipping tea waiting for Taylor to sing about her girlfriend, knowing it will be a reflection of their relationship.

Time will tell who was right: you, or us …….

And thanks for your “concern” over my “mental health” but i can assure you, i’m doing great :) 


As agreed with the Sherlock Homos (they’re the Bosses here after all) I will not answer any more of your comments, Anon, so don’t waste your time.

Have a nice day/night wherever you are, i wish you well.

D.I.P. (Disabled In Public)

Sometimes I really hate being Disabled In Public. Like…. there’s a definitive difference between being disabled and in public and Disabled In Public, and it’s hard to articulate to people who don’t have to experience this phenomenon. Like, yesterday I was at the airport, flying home for summer break. I’m sitting in my wheelchair at the gate, waiting to pre-board, and the gate check woman comes up to me, bends down and puts her hands on her knees, and says, “Gosh! You’re so independent!” I’m 23 years old, I live on my own across the country, and I’m a fucking adult out in public. Yes. I’m independent. How kind of you to notice.

And this happens all the time! I’m fine with people complementing my canes, or the flowers on my chair in passing, but coming up to me, speaking down to me, infantilizing me…. it’s all part of being Disabled In Public. The second I’m out in public I become some sort of attraction to able bodied people. Walking (or rolling) clickbait. And none of my able-bodied friends or family quite understand why I get so frustrated, or why I snap at people.

I was at the mall with my dad yesterday, in my wheelchair, and at least three people stopped me to complement my wheelchair. Which is fine. Except for the third woman, who said in some sort of weird baby talk, “Aw, who did that for you? That was so nice of them!” Uh…. I did that myself. Because, again, I am an adult.

And after this my dad goes, “Gosh, does this happen all the time? It must be so annoying…” to which I’m about to be delighted, before he continues, “…but you’re kind of asking for it by decorating your chair.”

No, I’m not asking for it. I’m accessorizing. People don’t stop everyone else on the street to infantilize them for their accessories. It only happens when you’re Disabled In Public.

And I didn’t really mean to write some kind of essay on the subject, but honestly. Why can’t people leave us alone? I’m not a child, I’m not inspiration porn, I’m just a fucking person out in the world trying to live my fucking life without random people interrupting me to make me feel awkward and singled out and Disabled.

I NEED ONE DIRECTION TO BE BACK TOGETHER! DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT WAS WAKE UP AT 7 AM ON A HOT SUMMER DAY WITH THE AC ON TO WATCH ELLEN ON ONE CHANNEL TO CATCH NIALL, WATCH LATE LATE SHOW ON ANOTHER CHANNEL TO CATCH HARRY, AND LISTEN TO THE RADIO TO WAIT FOR LIAM’S GUESTING?!

I need to lie down.

Originally posted by suitelikechocolate

the greatest moments from Phineas and Ferb:
  • BOW CHICKA BOW WOW, THAT’S WHAT MY BABY SAYS
  • ”I call it the Buoyancy Operated Aquatic Transporter, or Bo-At for short.”
  • ”I’m not crying, I’m just sweating through my eyes”
  • when they all shrunk themselves and Baljeet got stuck on top of the lamp with the dead flies
  • “My name is Doof, and you’ll do what I say, whoop whoop!”
  • Candace’s voice when she had an allergic reaction to wild parsnips
  • “Ah, Perry The Platypus, your timing is incredible.  And by incredible, I mean comPLETELY CREDIBLE!!!”
  • Buford’s cupid costume
  • ”I never leave home without my velvet rope!” “Where do you keep that?” “I’ll never tell.”
  • ”So, do I know romance or what?”  “What.”  “I said, do I know romanc–” “I heard you”
  • Phineas’s dAMN OBLIVIOUSNESS.  LIKE, ISABELLA MAKES IT SO CLEAR THAT SHE LIKES HIM BUT THE BOY CAN’T TAKE A HINT
  • Marty the rabbit boy and his musical blender
  • ”We small band of brothers…and girl from across the street”
  • ”What did you think? A (insert name of object) was just going to fall out of the sky?” *said object falls out of the sky*
  • STAR WARS CROSSOVER
  • MARVEL CROSSOVER
  • when Doofenshmirtz gets glue all over his hands and they get stuck to records, and Perry uses the body control helmet to make Doof create what’s arguably the greatest song ever
  • Running from love in a bear suit
  • that one time Alex Hirsch guest starred as a talking juice box
  • “Paulllll Bunyan’s!  Where the food is good (but not too good, eh?)”
  • “Mom!  Phineas and Ferb made me!”  “I have some stretch marks that would suggest otherwise.”
  • Baljeet and Buford’s bromance
  • the episode when they got the band back together.  Just…that episode in its entirety.
  • “Hit it Carl!”  “WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!”  *Carl pulls lever anyway*
  • when Isabella out-cuted the Meaps with her own natural cuteness
  • “It’s a scientific fact!”
  • “I’m you from the future!”  “Wait, I am not Indian in the future?”
  • “I feel reasonably sure it’s over this time.  No, wait, he’s up AGAIIIIN”
  • when Perry bit Doofenshmirtz’s finger and Phineas says “Perry, no!  We do not bite the elderly!”
  • Ferb’s adorable crush on Vanessa
  • when Baljeet accidentally takes a rock and roll summer class and gets mad because it’s not graded, and performs one hell of a song
  • Planty the Potted Plant
  • “GET ON THE TRIKE!!!”
  • Carl’s “Dr. Coconut” dance
  • Tuff Shoo Laysizz
  • “TREES ARE MADE OF WOOD”
  • O.W.C.A. Secret Headquarters (pay no attention to this sign)
  • “My watermelon!”
  • the giant floating baby head
  • Lots of me
  • when Doof got zapped with the ugly-inator and nothing changed
  • when Monogram kept laughing about Doofenshmirtz being abbreviated as Doof
shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

Originally posted by yoonqipd

read the first installment of the Ashes Trilogy here

“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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BTS REACTIONS TO YOU BEING HIS IDOL S/O WHO EVERYONE WANTS TO DATE

Seokjin: *ignore the text* “But you’re mine, everyone wants you but you’re mine!” He yells as you are out in public and guys are checking you out. You calm him down and bring him to the nearest food court. 

Originally posted by pjxmin

Yoongi: It was turning summer so you were wearing something more revealing. He would turn around once he heard someone talking about how hot you were. “What did you just say? Or do I need to clean my ears?” He would ask as he moved you to stand behind him.

Originally posted by yoo-ngie

Hoseok: “Yah, why couldn’t you be ugly so I didn’t have to worry about people stealing you from me.” He would sigh. “I am ugly though.” You respond. “Well the whole population of the world and I all think you’re drop dead beautiful, so.”

Originally posted by hohbi

Namjoon: He would be waiting outside to pick you up when he saw a post on his phone by a fan saying vulgar things they would do to his girlfriend. As you get in the car he would list all the things that are good about you so you would feel good about yourself and not feel like you’re just a mere object in (some) fans minds.

Originally posted by hobilu

Jimin: “I’m happy that out of everyone that wants to date you, you picked me.” He smiles. “Well duh, you’re perfect.” You laugh. He winks and bites his lip at you which causes you to roll your eyes and laugh even harder, loving the dork you’re stuck with.

Originally posted by agustdefsoul

Taehyung: “So you really aren’t interested in all the hot idols that want to date you?” He asks in a serious, innocent tone. You grab his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks, “For the hundredth time, yes Taetae, I only love you.” You let go of his face and he smiles at the answer you gave him.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook: You are at a fan meet and you are answering questions from fans, your boyfriend tagged along, but he wasn’t answering any questions. “Everyone wants to date you, but I think I’m your perfect match. Please give me a chance!” A fan yelled out. Jungkook looked over at the fan who blurted the unnecessary question out, the fan knew he was in the room, but said it anyway. It burned a fuse in Jungkook. He sat there, staring the fan down so they wouldn’t try anything with you.

Originally posted by grape-joon

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GOT7 Reaction To Their S/O Having An Ultimate Bias That Isn’t Them

Request: Got7 reaction to finding out that another member is their s/o ULTIMATE bias @imrav3n

A/n: I’m so sorry I haven’t been updating a lot, I hope to update more during the summer though!~Joy


Mark:

“Wait what do you mean Jaebum is your ultimate bias? What does he have that I don’t?” He would ask, clearly hurt from hearing that he wasn’t your ultimate bias.

Jackson:

Jackson picks up a dictionary, aggressively turning pages and then opens his mouth “I am appalled that my girlfriend, Y/n L/n, has disgusting taste in biases and would rather have a monkey named Yugyeom as their bias than a godly sculpted man like me!”   

Jaebum:

Starts laughing “that’s great honey, I understand why” but inside Jaebum is dead inside and is slowly dying even more after hearing that.

Jinyoung:

Jinyoung would be so disgusted after hearing that Jackson was your ultimate bias, “ew, who is this? Are you even my girlfriend? Why am I dating someone who has such horrible taste in Biases when I’m right here?” 

Youngjae:

“Oh okay, I’ll try harder next time so you’ll like me more.” Youngjae would say, now very upset because he always tries to impress you but he wouldn’t be too hung over it.

Bambam:

After you told Bambam that your ultimate bias was Mark he started to get offended and shouted “GROSS!” Throwing a slipper to hit Mark in the head.

Yugyeom:

“Why do you like Youngjae? I can dance!” He would whine.

“I like his singing” 

“I can sing too!”

“Fine, I like his hair!”

“I HAVE HAIR TOO!!!”

Father’s Day

I just wanted to write a little feel-good fic for Father’s Day. I know not everyone will get/want to celebrate it, but I hope this will at least make you smile. Enjoy!

WARNING: spoilers ahead. Please read at your own discretion.

Note: This is going to take place post-game, the summer after everything happens. This is also an AU where everyone’s alive and well because I want them to be happy lmaoo. 


The last thing Sojiro expected when he trekked into Leblanc was a bunch of teenagers greeting him, especially when it was this early in the morning.

“Happy Father’s Day!” they cheered.

“Whoa, what’re you kids doing up so early?” 

“We came to celebrate, duh!” Futaba explained.

Haru’s dainty voice chimed like bells. “You did so much to help not only Akira, but us as well, so we wanted to express our gratitude!”

Sojiro shyly rubbed the back of his head. “You don’t have to do that; it was nothing.”

“C’mon, Boss, don’t be like that. You covered for us, so we gotta do somethin’ to thank ya for savin’ our asses,” Ryuji insisted.

“We agreed on Destinyland as our location, did we not? Perhaps I should have brought my sketchbook…”

“Dude, focus. If ya keep tryin’ to draw everything, you’ll miss out on the moments that matter. Plus you always end up gettin’ lost when ya run around sketchin’ everything…”

“Hm, you have provided me with some valuable insight. Thank you, Ryuji. I will carefully ponder over your words,” Yusuke mused.

“Y-yeah, go for it.”

Sojiro shook his head. “Now just hold on a minute. Nothing’s been decided yet. What about the shop? And how are we supposed to afford tickets?”

Ann spoke up next. “Don’t worry, the shop will still be here when we come back! And we all saved up from our summer jobs, though Haru and Akira contributed the most…”

Futaba nodded. “We even have enough for food and souvenirs! Pleeeease Sojiro?”

The manager crossed his arms. “Well…”

Just then, the tinkling bells from the front door of the cafe interrupted, and everyone focused their attention on the visitor.

Akechi stood at the entrance, analyzing everyone’s reactions. “Oh, am I interrupting something? My apologies; I have the day off, so I was going to enjoy a cup of delicious coffee to start the day… I’ll be off now.”

“Wait,” Akira demanded just as Akechi turned on his heel. “I was just about to text you.”

The detective’s curiosity was piqued. “Really? Is something the matter?”

Akira nodded, his ebony hair bouncing from the action. “Yeah, and it’s something only you can help with.”

“…Very well. Please, go on.”

The bespectacled boy procured a slip of paper from his pocket. “There’s a ticket to Destinyland with your name on it, so we were hoping you’d join us to celebrate Father’s Day.”

Akechi’s chestnut eyes widened. “F-Father’s Day? And you wish for me to accompany you all…?” He fidgeted from his internal conflict. “…Is that truly wise?”

Sojiro peeked at the boy for a moment, then he sighed. “I don’t like that everyone’s just deciding everything, but you’re just as much a part of this family as any of these rascals.” Sojiro smirked. “If you don’t like that reason, then consider it as thanks for your loyal patronage.”

“It couldn’t hurt to have one more level-headed person assist me with supervising you all to make sure you don’t cause trouble,” Makoto added.

“Hey! We ain’t gonna cause trouble on Boss’s special day,” Ryuji scowled. He turned his attention to Akechi. “So whaddaya say, man? You in?”

Akechi was speechless. He waited tensely for the bellows of laughter and a ‘just kidding!’…

But it never came.

He glanced around at everyone, desperately attempting to uncover the hidden practical joke, but all that greeted him were their sincere faces and encouraging nods. Akechi took a deep breath. “…All right. I accept your invitation.” He hesitated and smiled bashfully. “…I hope we’ll make good memories together.”

The group erupted into a thunderous cheer, and Akechi was baffled yet again from their enthusiasm; he had expected disappointment. Sojiro placed a hand on his shoulder. “Glad to have you on board, son.” He turned to the rest of them. “You all brought the van, right? C’mon, I’ll drive. Oh, and can you get my camera from behind the counter, Futaba?” He shook his head as he pivoted to open the door. “Jeez, I can’t believe you troublemakers are dragging me into this.”

Futaba reprimanded him. “Quit your whining, old man! Now let’s make like a rocket and blast off to Destinyland!”

“H-hey, who’re you calling ‘old man’?” Sojiro chuckled. “Never thought I’d have so many kids to look after.” He turned to Akira. “This is your fault, you know.”

Akira mischievously smirked. “Love you, dad.”

Sojiro sighed yet again. He was used to Akira’s shenanigans by now. “Yeah, yeah. Just hop in the van before I change my mind.”

“You guys are so lucky,” Morgana complained.

“Don’t worry; we’ll be sure to purchase souvenirs and take lots of pictures! Maybe we could have sushi delivered here and have our own private celebration tonight!” Haru reassured him.

Even though he acted tough, Sojiro was deeply touched by their gratitude and admiration for him. He didn’t think he did anything to warrant such feelings, but he definitely wasn’t complaining either.

The group chatted and played in the van on the way there, and Sojiro thought he was going to go insane. He nearly turned back when Ann and Ryuji were bickering, and they both nearly toppled out of the vehicle.

“Who’s the genius that thought it was a good idea to have those two next to each other?!” Sojiro exclaimed.

Makoto brainstormed punishments for the group’s inevitable misconduct with Akechi. “I-isn’t that a bit extreme?” he implored.

“Not at all. Would you like to hear the more severe ones I had in mind?”

Akechi gulped. “…You truly are a formidable woman.”

Futaba was teaching Yusuke about the aesthetics of memes.

“Interesting. Amphibians and cartoonish sea creatures seem to have great appeal to the people of the Internet. Shall I incorporate this in my next piece…?”

“Go for it, Inari. Oh, and show me when you’re done!”

Haru was discussing her ideas for her cafe with Sojiro, and he even offered some advice and tactics to earn loyalty from customers. 

Akira merely chuckled and teased everyone whenever he joined in on their conversations. Everyone laughed and played car games together until they arrived.

Eager to get things rolling, they assembled at the entrance and were guided through the bag check. After they made it through, they went all out.

The very first thing they did was purchase animal ear headbands, somehow managing to convince Sojiro to wear his. They stayed together as a group by holding hands or linking arms the entire time, and they took turns snapping pictures of each other. 

Yusuke was inflicted with motion sickness from the spinning teacup ride, and Akechi felt queasy himself, so the duo leaned on each other and moped while everyone else purchased ice cream; they even returned with extra for Akechi and Yusuke. The two refused at first, but when Futaba threatened to eat their share, somehow they were magically cured from their ailments, and they had no further qualms with digging in. 

Ironically, the kids had to look after Sojiro at one point due to single moms hitting on him. Akira and Futaba cringed together and pried him away.

“Hey! The adults were talking!” he complained as he was dragged away.

“Can it, dad. This is for your own good,” Futaba replied.

“D-dad?” One thing Sojiro couldn’t get used to was his nickname. Everyone in the group had called him that at one point, including Akechi.

Speaking of which, while the group took a brief bathroom break, Akechi stayed behind with Sojiro to thank him for allowing him to tag along.

“Don’t worry about it, son. You’re one of us now, so feel free to come to me if you’re ever in a tight spot, all right?”

Akechi felt his throat clench as he nodded, and he was exuberant beyond words to finally say that he had a ‘family’, as well as a ‘father’.

Sojiro felt something similar. He joined the merry laughter of the kids; he tag-teamed with Ryuji and boldly sat in the front seat of the roller-coasters; he protected the girls from leering creeps that approached them; he discussed fashion and gave advice to Akechi; he photographed everything so that Yusuke could use it as a reference for his art; he ruffled Akira’s hair whenever he sassed him; he even carried Futaba on his shoulders so she could see the vibrant parade. 

Sojiro honestly surprised himself with how much he treasured these kids. They spontaneously paid for an extravagant celebration to simply thank him for doing what any decent father would do.

Father, huh?

He glanced around at the kids’ beaming faces as they linked arms with him and wandered about in search of their next target: the water ride.

…Heh, not bad.

The group played for hours ensuring that they rode on everything, and they were absolutely drenched from repeatedly riding the water attraction. They purchased all the pretense shots from the rides, and they snickered at their ridiculous poses and faces. In one of the shots, they all agreed beforehand to appear completely unamused and stoic, and the result was completely worth it. 

As soon as they were seated in the van, everyone passed out, and they slept throughout the journey home while leaning on one another. Some of them quietly snored and snuggled with each other. Sojiro impulsively smiled at the sight and shook his head.

Jeez… it’s Father’s Day and I’m the one doing all the work.

He also thought about how these kids never had a proper father figure in their lives, and he felt indignant for their sake. 

It’s their loss for missing out on these kids. But I nearly did the same since I didn’t think it was my problem…

Sojiro recalled the exciting events of the day, and he peered at the sleeping kids once again. His eyes began to tear up.

What a stupid way of thinking… They were looking out for me even when there was a chance that I wouldn’t have done the same.

He wiped the tears spilling from his eyes.

Thank you. I’m honored to be your father.

Not so hypothetically, but actually, a date

aka, what could have happened if Chase’s minions had been so kind as to hold off on their kidnapping spree an extra 24 hours

for my friends on twitter who told me I should write this and know I can’t say no to them :) 

psa: this is unbeta-ed and it’s past my bedtime, so read at your own risk of grammatical errors lol


Felicity opened her refrigerator in search of the leftover takeout she could’ve sworn was still in there somewhere. To her dismay, all she was greeted with was mostly empty shelves. She was not a big grocery shopping person to begin with, and with everything they had been dealing with over the past couple of weeks, she couldn’t remember the last time she pushed a cart through those fluorescent lit aisles.

“How did Oliver manage to be the Green Arrow and keep our refrigerator stocked,” she muttered to herself as she checked a container of yogurt to discover it had expired months ago.

Her eyes caught the box from Oliver’s party the night before and she slid it out, remembering that there had been a few leftover slices of cake. They were on summer break after all, so cake was an acceptable dinner… right?

She was debating eating it straight from the box versus preserving some of her dignity and getting a plate when she remembered that she didn’t have to spend her evening sitting at her counter eating cake alone.

Setting the box down and reaching for her phone, she hit her first number on speed dial and waited while it rang. Which wasn’t a long wait since he picked up before the first ring had finished.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes… Am I only allowed to call when I’m in danger?” she teased.

There was a pause. “Well, no I just—“

“Do you want to come over tonight?” She needed to get the words out before he gave her enough time to talk herself out of it. She could practically see his eyebrow rise in that way it did when she said something that could have multiple interpretations and she hastily added, “There’s just leftover birthday cake and I was about to eat it but I realized that you should probably get dibs on it since it was for your birthday.” And also, I just really want to see you. “I promise this isn’t a ruse. But if you’re busy I understand and—”

“No,” he interrupted her. “No I’m not busy. I’m just finishing up at City Hall and then I can be right over.”

The corners of her mouth flicked up in a small smile at the eagerness he was trying so hard and yet failing to hide in his voice.

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high-quality scan of my mitosis, cytokinesis, cell cycle, and tumour formation notes!!!

I apologise for being completely inactive for the past few weeks, May has the biggest struggle of my life. I have honestly just been in survival mode, but I’m so glad I have come so far! There is still a lot more to go (IB ugh) and I am in the middle of my grade 11 finals so wish me luck. It’s so close to summer yet so far because of everything from here to then.

Here are some scans of my bio notes on mitosis, the cell cycle, and tumour formation. Can’t wait to come back onto tumblr, update you all and be active again after this huge load of work :) 

Eleanor’s Introduction (Then & Now)

Today marks 5 years since the very official Twitter Welcome Committee made everyone aware of who Eleanor Calder was on Twitter and what her role was going to be going forward. 

So Eleanor had been on Twitter for over a month on 17 March 2012 and had tweeted herself 260 times, but that didn’t stop everyone under the sun affiliated with Louis from “welcoming” her to Twitter. This was, miraculously, the day before she flew into NYC to spend the week with Louis. Even MORE stunning: it was the same week Up All Night was released in America and the summer headlining tour was announced and tickets went on sale.

It should be noted, this all began 30 minutes before the signing in Somerdale, NJ began (read: the exact time when the Twitter and Tumblr fandoms were most active waiting for pictures/fan reports).

  • Eleanor begins to tweet her own update accounts and 1D Fans around 1:30 pm EST ( x
  • Dan tweets Eleanor “The lady that doesn’t tweet is now on Twitter! Hiya lovely how are you? Xx” to which Eleanor replies “I am indeed! Hello! I’m very well thank you :) how are you? Receovered from your lads holiday?! Haha x" 
  • 17: Woody Darling, Jay’s best friend, then tweets Eleanor for the first time 3 minutes later ”@amassive1Dfan no @eleanorJCalder and @DaniellePeazer had their own party #nottobeseenwiththeoldies x" ( x )
  • 17: About 45 minutes later, George, Woody’s son, tweets Eleanor for the first time “glad to see you have joined the revolution ell, hope you are ok :)” to which Eleanor replies “Georgeee! I’m fine thank you babe :) I recognise your picture, is that from new year?! Xx” ( x )
  • 17: George replies to Eleanor “I am glad to hear it :) yes it is - it was such a good night! Hope all is well and you’re behaving yourself! Haha x” to which Eleanor replies “I’m always on my best behaviour! Hope your thumb has fixed itself! See you soon xx” ( x )
  • 17: Eleanor begins to call out fake twitter accounts ( x
  • 17: Louis tweets Eleanor directly for the first time at 7:24PM “Miss you ! X” ( x ) 17: Eleanor responds to Louis’ tweet 10 minutes later “Miss you too, got your biscuits! X” ( x
  • 18: Louis finally follows Eleanor on Twitter ( x )
  • 18: Eleanor wakes up, tweets a fan ( x )
  • 18: Em, Eleanor’s cousin and a 1D fan, tweets her for the first time “You have so many followers already, lordy Lord!xx” to which Eleanor replies “Crazy!! Xx” ( x )
  • 18: To make sure she authenticates who Em is, Eleanor tweets her 6 minutes later “Don’t forget it’s Grandma’s birthday today toooo! Xx” ( x )
  • 18: Danielle (Liam’s then girlfriend) tweets Eleanor like Eleanor just got a twitter account yesterday “Really happy to have @EleanorJCalder join the Twitter World! I can now tweet about our antics and tag her in it! Xx” to which Eleanor replies “Woohoooo! :) #coffeeeverywhere xx” ( x
  • 18: Danielle tweets “@Real_Liam_Payne has said he’s not going to follow @EleanorJCalder unless we can get #therewasacrazymoose trending….let’s gooo! Xx” ( x
  • 18: Eleanor follows @DeleanorArmy ( x
  • 18: Eleanor arrives in NYC around 7PM local time

So Louis didn’t follow Eleanor UNTIL EVERYONE HE KNEW WELCOMED HER TO TWITTER. 

They coordinated this effort around a fan signing event, the album release in the U.S., and the announcement of the summer tour. 

They used 3 of the 9 perception management strategies:

  1. Credibility – Employ actors and organizations that will lend authenticity to the campaign
  2. Multichannel support – Supporters of the campaign should come from multiple levels – personal, professional, public, private, etc.
  3. Coordination – The flow of information should be centralized at the top of a chain of command

And nearly 5 years later, this is very much like how they reintroduced Eleanor to the current scenario. In both cases she was:

  1. She was waiting in the wings to be introduced to the fans when the timing was right
  2. She was authenticated by accounts known to be “official” by fans
  3. She participated just enough to lend credibility to the authentication
  4. Recap stories were written about her and Louis’ “relationship” to date to remind fans of who she was and why she was important

Their tactics this time around aren’t quite as overt as asking fans to trend something stupid to get Liam to follow her (*cringe*), but they had Louis’ sisters accounts like pictures hours after the official Danielle and Louis breakup confirmation in the Sun. They have public “friends” following Eleanor update accounts (James Arthur) and James Corden following Eleanor on Twitter. 

It’s all the same pieces working in the same way to create a story that, on the surface, seems plausible, but in reality is just smoke and mirror social media activity to give the press enough to write a story. 

I know this isn’t anything knew, but the date reminded me of just how coordinated both of these little campaigns were and how easily they promoted the agendas of 1DHQ both times. 

(And, sadly, I don’t think they went to the same effort again  to pull the rug out from under Elounor after 4-6 weeks. I think this will last several months). 

P.S. I Love You- A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: I know, I know, two imagines in one night? Anyways, this is a little something that I decided to work on and post tonight in dedication to @goblackhatwithme . I hope you enjoy it, Renee! There are probably many mistakes in this so I am sorry but I wanted to get this posted tonight. This also has nothing to do with the film “P.S. I Love You,” but I thought it was a cute title. Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by nellaey

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. You were in the boys’ dormitory, lounging on Sirius’ bed and waiting for him to get out of the shower. You sighed in slight annoyance as you knew it was going to be a while. He was always so keen on using the “finest muggle products for his precious hair” and cursed Lily and yourself for showing them to him in the first place.

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who run the world?
buffy summers

“Looks good, doesn’t it? They’re trapped in here. Terrified. Meat for the beast. And there’s nothin’ they can do but wait. That’s all they’ve been doing for days, waiting to be picked off, having nightmares about monsters that can’t be killed. But I don’t believe in that. I always find a way. I am the thing that monsters have nightmares about. And right now you and me are gonna show ‘em why. It’s time. Welcome to Thunderdome.”

SugarDaddy!Cal Pt. 8

Okay, okay I know this is long over due and I’m sorry. At first it was cause of school, but then I started binge watching on Netflix all day yesterday, but this is extra long and cute and angsty. Keep in mind that half of this was written at two in the morning after I was done crying from finishing the last episode of 13 reasons why. (Yall needa go watch that shit) I hope you guys enjoy the chapter, y'all know I need 100 notes for part 9 and leave feedback💕

One more thing…Ik it probably doesn’t make sense but I’m gonna pretend like this takes place after like a month from the last time they met.

**WARNING**: Nothing really, just a make out and a small mention of masturbation.


One/ Two/ Three/ Four/Five/Six/Seven/Eight/
Nine/Ten/Eleven/Twelve/Thirteen/Fourteen/Fifteen
Sixteen/ Seventeen/ Eighteen/ Nineteen/Twenty{END}


“Cal, can you not.” You snorted as he tried to squeeze into the tight fitting top you picked out not too long ago.

“I can get in it, I swear.” He grunted while attempting to get the small shirt over his shoulder.

He had took you shopping once again and as always he came into the dressing room with you. This particular time, however, Calum got so bored he decided to try on clothes as well. You didn’t have a problem with that, but he could at least try on something in his size.

“You’re gonna rip it.” You laughed.“ Then you’ll have to buy it just to throw away.”

“I’m going to get in this shirt, Y/N.”

“Oh my God.” You began to laugh harder at his determination, deciding to try on another article of clothing for your sake.“ I think these shorts are gonna make my ass pop.”

“It already pops, Y/N. Your ass is fucking perfect.” He absentmindedly complimented you.

“Take off the shi-”

“I got it!” He yelled once he finally got the top onto his body, throwing his hands up in the air in excitement.

It was quiet as you both heard the sound of fabric tearing. You placed your hand over your mouth to stifle your laughter and Calum’s cheeks slowly flushed pink.

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Nice Guys Finish Last (Jeff Atkins x Reader)

Chapter Summary: You and Anthony begin to have more than a once sentence conversation. Then you and Jeff go to your first class together.


02. Girls Love Jeff Atkins

Y/N P.O.V.

The loud and obnoxious bell rang, signalling that 2nd period is over and nutrition has started. Before you headed out to meet your group of friends, you went straight to your locker to exchange notebooks with your 4th period class. You couldn’t wait to mess around with Jeff since you have 3rd period with him (getting his schedule because you had Office Assistant for 1st). You shut your locker closed and turned on your heels to head out of the building, but came face-to-face with Anthony. A surprised gasp escaped your lips and your face was heating up as he smiled.


You’ve had a crush on Anthony Grant in 10th grade when you saw him in the gym for the football rally. Truth be told, you only liked him because of his looks; but his personality was shit - as you heard:

He’s a pothead.

He only wants sex.

He’ll leave after 2 months in a relationship.

Those were the few of many more rumors.

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You know, the more I think about it, the more our planet becomes more and more fascinating. There is sOOOOO much to EXPLORE. There are valleys, mountains, lakes, snow and also stars. There are night skies and sunny skies, and if you’re lucky and in the right place, the northern lights, nature’s very own light show. There are sunsets to be admired and rosy dawns to seek. There are dewdrops on flowers and willows drifting in the rivers. Pearls in the ocean and the luminous glimmer of fish scales. Forests of fluttering feathers and also the ripples of a tiger’s stripes. Fruits to be tasted, flowers that bloom. Nature’s symphony of wolf howls, the roar of the lion and the sweet song of the bird, like the peal of a little bell. Nature is beautiful, and it’s out there just waiting for you to explore it.

I don’t know if I want to take a gap year after finishing school, just to explore the hidden beauties of the Earth. It’s still quite early to think about it, but I definitely want to take at least one summer off to explore southeast Asia: more of China, Japan, Vietnam, Thailand, Tibet…This is my absolute dream. The wonders there…Asia is such a fascinating place. It’s so different to the west in the most beautiful way. Just imagine sleeping under the stars in the mountains of the XinJiang Province…wow I am exCITED. I think we ought to appreciate our planet in general more. It loves us, cares for us, and is so, so beautiful. Maybe it starts with the little things, like taking a walk in the park and just really LOOKING at everything. Listen to the birds, watch how the sunlight  sparkles as it bounces off the leaves and flowers, admire the way a tree grows. Yeah, I think that’s the way to go.

“Looking at beauty in the world, is the first step of purifying the mind.”
Amit Ray

Things I love about Strip That Down:

In no particular order as such,

1. Liam’s intro after 89 years OMG esp as he kicks it off with “You know I’ve been taking some time, and I’ve been keeping to myself” okay tell me about it
2. The way he sings ONE CoKE AND BACARDI!!!!!!
3. The way his voice dips in “but your love it hit me hard” into an emphatic semi rasp aaaaaah
4. The way he sings FERRARI
5. The way he sings Baby
6. That seamless switch in pace between the verse and the pre-chorus
7. The /YEAH YEAH YEAH/
8. The “auuuh/oh-hoo” in the chorus preceding the “yeah yeah yeah” interspersed with Quavo’s “Strip that down, girl…”
9. The “oh whoa whoa whoa” embellishment along the second chorus
10. The slight mini vibrato along the last ‘Yeah’
11. The fact that Strip that down is a bop through and through when you play it loud and on speakers but also how it has a very intimate, cozied up feel to it playing through earphones which most dance numbers lack. It’s as if it’s not a bop and just meant to be listened to by you
12. It’s such a good song to study to lmao
13. It grows on you so much, like each listen sounds better than the previous skdfjhskjhsfjs
14. It’s not the typical pop music coming out these days but it still kinda resonates with the pop scene so much and I love the balance!!!!!

I AM SO BLESSED and I am waiting for the mv and the successive singles and album so bad. GO STREAM AND BUY AND GIFT AND SUPPORT THIS SINGLE ON YOUTUBE AND iTUNES and all other platforms!!!!!!!

Originally posted by zaynliam

Stars in His Eyes

Hi guys! I’m really sorry that I haven’t been posting as much, but school has been crazy busy! This is just a fluffy imagine that will totally have a part 2, so I hope you enjoy!💗

Stars in His Eyes
Tom kept his eyes trained on her while she wandered throughout the party with Laura. He knew that she would probably be safe because she was with their friend, but he just needed to make sure that nobody got too close to her and made her uncomfortable. Ever since Tom had known her, she had been almost painfully shy and had suffered from anxiety, especially in large crowds, so Tom just wanted to ensure that she was alright. She’d gotten swept away from him before, and Tom refused to lose her again.
The beer bottle in his hand was freezing cold and he longed to hold her hands between his own to warm up. Tom wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked tonight in her little sundress, with her hair curled into soft ringlets that hung down her exposed back. Her lips looked like rosy, red pillows and her eyelids were painted a shimmery, champagne color. Her cheeks were blushing and Tom didn’t know how, but the light enveloped her entire body, so wherever she went, she shined like an angel. He wanted to tell her all these things and more, but instead, he’d kept his mouth shut the best he could.
They weren’t together, they were merely friends. But, that being said, they were friends who brought each other hot drinks on cool days. They were friends who lent each other coats and snuggled together under blankets. They were friends who shared food off of the same plate and who held hands to cross the street. They were friends who fell asleep on the couch together while they stayed up all night watching films. They were friends who longed to be more.
Looking back over her shoulder, she glanced back to where Tom, Jacob and Harrison stood, their backs leaned up against a wall. She prayed Tom wouldn’t see her as her eyes flicked over his frame.
He looked so good, the best, she pondered. His jeans fit him impeccably and she wondered who’d helped him pick them out, because surely they deserved an award, and the buttons of his shirt strained against the broadness of his chest, forcing the lines of definition hidden beneath to be showcased to their fellow party-goers.
“Hey,” Laura’s sudden voice called out, cutting into her fantasy of simply walking up to Tom, and yanking him down to kiss her. “Let’s get another drink, yeah?”
Nodding her head, the girls rejoined hands and did their best to push through the crowded living room and into the kitchen to refill their cups.
Jacob nudged Tom’s shoulder when he saw that his friend’s attention was focused entirely on her retreating frame through the kitchen’s door. “Dude, this has to stop. You look like her stalker or some shit.”
Harrison snorted into his beer before agreeing, “Yeah, mate. It’s too much, if someone didn’t know the two of you, they’d probably fear for her life.”
Tom scoffed, shaking his head before taking a gulp of beer. “That’s not, I’m not, it’s not, it’s fine. Everything is fine. I’m just making sure that she’s- fuck, I mean they’re, okay.”
“For sure, dude, for sure.” Jacob said, making a point to roll his eyes. “Why don’t you just chug your beer, walk into the kitchen, and ask her out? You want to date her, and you’ve got to know that she wants to date you too.”
“I just,” Tom paused, diligently attempting to think of something eloquent to say, “I just don’t wanna do anything that is going to make her feel like it’s all going to fast. I heard her talking to Laura yesterday about how she thinks that the sweetest relationships are the ones that have had the most time to build themselves up.”
“Dude, you guys have had nearly a year to build up your relationship.” Harrison commented, shaking his head. “You’re both just looking for excuses to stay the same way.”
Tom did his best to ignore Harrison’s comment. He wasn’t not asking her out because he wanted their relationship to become totally and completely immobile, he wasn’t asking her out because he was scared that he would fuck everything up. Little did he know, she and Laura were having a similar conversation, but theirs was over glasses of pink wine.
“Tom looks to pretty right now,” She sighed dreamily. “He looks like Prince Philip brought to life. Too bad I’m not Sleeping Beauty.”
“If we keep drinking, we may as well be.” Laura giggled. “But seriously, what’s wrong with asking him out on a date? Y’all text all the time, you even speak on the phone, come to think of it, I can’t even recall a time where you guys haven’t been talking.”
“He’s just everything to me, I don’t know what I would do if he were to go away forever, you know? I can’t imagine waking up, knowing that he’s no longer apart of my life. He’s too important to me to risk it all for a relationship that may or may not work out.” She said, picking off her nail varnish.
“I know he’s important to you, but you must realize how important you are to him? He looks at you with stars in his eyes, and if you say that they’re just naturally twinkly, I swear to God.” Laura threatened.
Laura had met her in a thrift store and the pair had bonded over their love of cute, vintage, high-waisted mom jeans. They wandered through the entire store together, exchanged numbers and hung out twice before she had accidentally revealed what a massive Spider-Man fan she was.
When Laura had brought her onto set, she and Tom melded together and into one. Nobody knew quite what it was,but it was like the invisible hand of fate kept throwing them together.
She literally bumped into him the first time they met. Tom had held her in his arms longer than what would be deemed polite, and they had just stared at each other, completely mesmerized by the face in front of them. Then, Tom bumped into her at the craft service table, and then she ran into him as she was leaving the set. Again, the light of day seemed to melt into a faint dusk before he let her go. Then, for weeks later, Tom pestered Laura for her number. He needed to know her.
Now, after spending the summer, autumn, winter and spring together, Tom definitely knew her. He understood her, she littered all of his thoughts and his actions, and she very well could be likened to stars in his own, personal night sky.
After another two glasses of wine, she was absorbed by thoughts of Tom and wanted nothing more than to be curled up on his lap like a cat while he combed his fingers through her hair. Hiccuping her way out the door, she called out to Laura, “I’m gonna do, it’ll be done, and it’ll be by me. He’ll be done by me in the ways of asking out, and then everything will be like ‘Penelope,’ and he’ll kiss me, but I don’t have a pig’s nose?”
Laura rushed to her friend, hugging her into her arms, “You’re gonna do so great! He’s going to love you, and you’re going to be in love, and then everyone is going to say I told you so! Get out there and do it!”
Her legs wobbled as she parted groups of people in an attempt to find Tom. When she finally spotted him, she waved and called for his attention. “Tom, I found you! I got something in my mouth for you, to say to you!”
Tom raised his eyebrows as he placed his beer on the table and began to make his way over to her. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he said, “Jeez, darling, how drunk are you?”
Tucking her head beneath his chin and curling her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, she replied, “Oh, I’m not drunk at all! I’ve only had a few, actually a few means a small number of, and Laura and I finished a bottle and a half of wine, so i guess that would be more of a dyad of drinks?”
Tom called out to Harrison and Jacob, motioning for them to grab Laura from the kitchen so they could all head back home. Judging by her level of intoxication and description of how much the girls had to drink, Tom figured that this is when the party should end for them.
Guiding her out the door with a firm hand around her waist, he felt one of her hands stroke across his cheeks. “You’re so pretty.” She said, fingers still gliding over his skin.
Tom chuckled, she always got this way when she had too much to drink. “No, you’re so pretty. In fact, you’re prettier than all the princesses in the whole, wide world.”
“Laura and I were talking about you tonight. I think you look like Prince Philip and she thinks that I should ask you out. What do you think?” She asked when they’d finally felt the air’s cool breath fan across their faces.
“I think you’re drunk and talking shit.” Tom said, blowing on his hands and rubbing them up and down her arms while she leaned into his chest, fully supported by his touch.
“No, I am not!” She gasped out childishly. “I’ve been wanting you since the summer. Wanting, waiting, but you,” She booped him on the nose, “Have yet to give me a sign. Why haven’t you given me a sign? I wanna be with you, don’t you wanna be with me? Laura thinks you do.”
Tom shook his head and mumbled a quiet, “Let’s talk when you’re sober, baby. You don’t know what you’re talking about right now.”
He glanced down at the girl’s head that rested on his shoulder, and he felt her eyelashes tickling his skin. Tom wanted to believe he felt the love in her words, but he was afraid that it was just the wine he smelt on her breath. He decided that he would wait until morning, and maybe then some, to ask her what she meant.
The night sky may as well be colored in completely charcoal if she were to walk out of his life. His night sky would be no more, and all he’d have to remember her by would be a black hole.

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You see, I have been playing Harvest Moon More Friends of Mineral Town. I am in summer second year and I was waiting for my big bed so I could marry Gray, as soon I got it, I went and proposed to Gray. So I like to imagine that the farmer was waiting for the opportunity to F.U.C.K the blacksmith apprentice as soon as possible.

A Crazy Summer Romance (1/?)

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Summary: being sent to queens to live with your grandmother for the summer wasn’t very fun this time. You loved helping her and were always willing to take care of her but this time, you could sense something wasn’t right. God knew what queens had for you.

A/N: a new series!!! I have lost all hope for my other series but I hope this one will do good. It’s a classic summer based story with angst and a surprise waiting in the other parts. I am too tired to edit it so please overlook the mistakes. Hope you like it!

Warnings: swearing, close car accident incident.

Word Count: 1543

Originally posted by mrs-tomholland

‘(y/n)? sweety, can you get me a glass of water? Please?’ your grandmother’s voice awoke you. You exhaled deeply and rubbed your eyes, you didn’t realize when you had fallen asleep curled up in the window seat of your room.

‘sure, gran!’ you answered stretching your limbs.

 ‘there you go.’ You handed her the glass of water with a smile before plopping on the floral sofa set and rubbing your eyes.

‘looks like I woke someone from their nap-nap.’ She pouted and you chuckled sleepily.

‘no….’ you said and she gave you that same look she did when you were five and had stolen an extra cookie. ‘yeah.’ You rolled your eyes.

‘you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself much this time, is something wrong?’ she asked setting the glass aside.

‘it’s just I am 16 and I have no friends and yada, yada, yada. Teenager stuff.’ You moved your hand in the air and she nodded.

‘I am sorry, honey.’ Her expressions softened with sympathy. ‘I’m sorry you’re stuck here taking care of sick, old me.’ she ruffled your hair and occupied the seat next to you.

‘I don’t ever mind taking care of you.’ you held her hand and gave her a small smile. ‘it’s just that things have been weird lately.’ You couldn’t explain but you felt like something had changed.

it’s here.’ She thought. ‘I get it.’ she rubbed your back. ‘why don’t you get dressed up and do some exploring, you came here yesterday, you need to see the place.’ You sprang up but tension soon seized you.

‘what about you?’ you asked.

‘I am a grown ass woman and I can take care of myself.’ She crossed her arms. You laughed and pulled her cheeks.

‘that’s my gran.’ You pointed and she grinned. ‘call me if you need anything.’ You stood up. ‘I will! Go get yourself some.’ She shouted behind you and you gave her a weird look as you stopped by the door frame. ‘some good time.’ She said. ‘god, kids these days have such filthy minds.’ You rolled your eyes and left.

The breeze felt good. It was great being able to breathe air which wasn’t scented. No offence, you loved your grandmother and appreciated her old home but the scents of various things weren’t something you liked. The evening view of the park was lovely from the branch you were sitting on.

‘why is everything I need so freaking costly?!’ the voice frustrated voice of a boy came from under the tree. You looked down and saw him pressing the buttons of a camera. he smiled contently as it started working again. you couldn’t see the pictures properly from the height and took a dramatic step.

‘they look okay, I guess.’ The boy muttered to himself.

‘these are amazing.’ You said as you were hanging from your knees behind him.

‘rea- bwah!’ he jumped and clenched his heart. He looked at you with eyes wider than saucers.

‘I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to care you.’ you jumped down and rubbed the back of your neck. he took a breath and straightened up.

‘it’s okay,’ he gave you a small smile. ‘your pictures though, they’re fantastic.’ You pointed out.

‘thanks.’ His smile grew wider. ‘I am peter by the way. Peter parker’ He held his hand out.

‘I’m (y/n) (y/l/n).’ you shook his hand. ‘nice to meet you.’

‘you new here?’ he asked. ‘I’ve never seen you around.’

‘yeah, I came here for the summer. Taking care of my grandmother.’ You grabbed your backpack hanging on the tree.

‘can I ask why you were sitting in a tree? There’s enough of benches around.’ He pointed out.

‘that’s because.’ You hung your bag. ‘I like livin it risky.’ He chuckled and you noticed how cute he looked doing it. ‘that and I don’t know what to do.’

‘sucks being the “new girl”, does it?’ he slid his camera in his bag and you shrugged. ‘you want to walk with me?’ he blurted out rather casually and regretted it instantly. He wasn’t the guy who could get the new girl with ease he was peter parker, a nerd, and a superhero by the night but it wasn’t like you knew it and that would give him a chance and-

‘god, I’d love too.’ your reply put his mind at ease. He smiled and motioned you to follow him. ‘you’re not an axe murderer, are you?’ you asked suddenly and he stopped walking.

‘why would you think that?’ he chuckled.

‘prevention’s better than cure, parker. i have an old grandmother whom I have to take care of.’ You kept your hands on your hips and he shook his head.

‘don’t worry, you’re safe.’ He gave you boyish smile and you two continued walking together.

It was strange how you could so quickly connect with someone you had just met. Peter was dorky and fun. You two were able to converse so easily it felt like your souls had known each other for ages. You talked, laughed, exchanged anecdotes and so much more until you realized what time it was.

‘oh shit,’ you cursed as you looked up. you two had gotten so indulged you didn’t realize how you had ended up at this quiet area. Old buildings surrounded lined up the lane and the street lights shone upon the lonely road.

‘what happened?’ he asked.

‘it’s getting late.’ You pointed at the sky.

‘oh damn. Aunt may must be worried sick.’ He pulled out his phone. ‘I’ll get going. It was really nice talking to you.’

‘same here,’ you smiled and crossed the road. ‘you wanna meet up tomorrow?’ you turned around.

‘you bet.’ He made a microphone of his hands and grinned as he put then down. You bit your lower lip lightly and both of you stared at each other for a while. Peter couldn’t believe he had met you. you both looked at each other waiting for the other to say the word.

‘goodbye.’ You breathed but  he read your lips. He waved a little, unwillingly, his heart knew.

 ‘bye.’ He mouthed and smiled.

The night was getting darker and the winds were blowing pleasantly, your mood was so good. It was almost like some scene from a book or movie had come true, like some sort of summer adventure awaited you. you had never really had any luck with boys and meeting peter was just amazing. You felt so lovely, thinking about him gave you this pleasant happiness you just couldn’t describe. How he’d laugh and blush was all that occupied your mind. your thought had occupied your minds so much that you didn’t pay attention to the car honking behind you.

  It happened too quick, you swivelled around and saw an SUV screeching and heading at great speed right in your direction. You couldn’t think anything; the impact was going to be great. It would crush you. your reflexes made you throw yourself backwards, you put a hand in front and closed your eyes. You were still breathing. You slowly opened your eyes and saw that the car had crashed into the pole at the other side of the road.

You couldn’t understand, it wasn’t possible. The car was coming at you at a great speed, how did it collide into the pole? You got up, this was all too much to take for you.

you ignored the driver’s question about your wellness and ran for your grandmother’s home. The weather was getting chaotic, so was your state of might.

Elizabeth had sensed your presence outside the house. With one swift motion of her hand all the floating objects in the kitchen went to their respective cupboards. She quickly poured the moonstone elixir in your tea and chucked it in the top shelf. She got of the kitchen as you entered the house.

‘gran, you wont believe what happened today.’ You sat on the sofa and kept your bag aside.

‘what happened?’ she stirred the tea. ‘something bad?’ she inquired and handed you the cup. You took the cup and the just the first sip calmed you.

‘I almost got hit by this SUV but it hit the pole at the end moment.’ You said and she quirked her brows before starting to look for any injuries. ‘I’m okay, gran.’ You gently pushed away her hand but she still looked concerned.

it’s stronger than I anticipated….’ she thought. ‘you sure?’

‘yup.’ you sipped on the tea. You were feeling very tired suddenly, the incident seemed to have drained all your energy.

‘what else did you do today?’ she kept her face in a hand.

‘I met this boy named peter. He’s nice.’ Your eyes were getting heavy and you felt like you were starving.

‘oooh.’ She teased and you scrunched her nose. ‘a summer fling? Oh my god, she has grown so much.’ She wiped a fake tear. You rolled your eyes and she chuckled. ‘I made you your favourite dish by the way.’

‘thank you.’ you got up. ‘I’ tired and hungry.’

‘it does that.’ She said to herself.

‘what?’ you looked at her and she shook her head.

‘nothing.’ She replied and you both carried on to the dining table.


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