tell your mother i hate you

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I haven’t updated this in about 9 billion years so I’d say it’s time I updated it… Because there are so many reactions, I’ve put all of them under the cut!

As of February 5, 2017…


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The Signs Hold a Crying Baby

Aries: WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WILL IT STOP IF I SHAKE IT MAKE IT STOP WHERE IS THE MOTHER

Taurus: Keep your tears inside your eyes where they belong, you pathetic excuse for life

Gemini: Continues the one sided conversation, “so I said to Tom, I said Tomas, that’s MY fucking sandwich- wait, is it okay to cuss in front of a -what am I saying, you don’t understand words yet- anyway I said to him…”

Cancer: *is the Crying Baby* 

Leo: Worry not, I will calm you with my talent for, uh, singing, “rock-a-bye baby in the -” baby: *screams louder* leo: okay well, fuck you too

Virgo: Gross pls tell me this thing didn’t poop OH MY GOD IT POOPED GET IT OFF GET IT OFF

Libra: Smiles and patiently calms the child, artfully hiding their discomfort and disgust, thinking “why the fuck do people keep making these things I hate them I hate them I fucking hate them ughh”

Scorpio: *glares* shut the fuck

Sagittarius: Tbh if you were my kid, I’d probably “forget” you in a shopping cart at the grocery store… shit, where is your mother? Don’t tell me she-  HEY LADY, YEAH YOU, COME GET YOUR KID

Capricorn: Calmly sets the child down and walks away forever

Aquarius: According to some scientific studies, crying indicates that in later life, the infant will adapt qualities of…

Pisces: Me too, kid. Me too.  By the way, it only gets worse from here…

I’m tired.

I’m tired of heartbreaking poetry about heartbreak. I’m tired of bored souls feeling sorry for themselves. I’m tired of ex-lovers regretting their selfish decisions and I’m tired of reading about their journeys to find cheap reasons to excuse the mess they made. I’m tired of reading about old men’s experiences with cigarettes and alcohol to forget and escape what they do.

I’m tired of reading about how you resent your mother for no real reason even though you lived with her for almost your entire life. I hate how tell yourself your mistress was your true love, when you were the reason she drowned in narcotics. I’m tired of you telling yourself the love of your life would be better off without you as an excuse to leave her- bet you didn’t know she was about to kill herself, bet you still say it was for the best.

I’m tired of you, filled with so much self-importance, so much drama, so in love with your sadness.

I’m tired of you, and your failed attempts to fill a hole in yourself, trying to be someone else, selling parts of yourself, mourning everything else.

I’m tired.

—  undo-ing
an incomplete list of lines in aftg that will always fuck me up

“Did you know I’ve never been skiing?”

“I told her what would happen if she raised her hand again. She had no right to look so surprised.”

“His father. Your coach.”

“Who said ‘please’ that made you hate the word so much?” “I did.” / “I was seven,” Andrew said. “I believed him.”

“If it means losing you, then no.”

“Go on, tell me again how I’m too unbalanced to understand normal brotherly affection and love. Tell me this is natural.”

“Good,” Neil said quietly. “So now you understand why Andrew killed your mother.”

“Do you honestly think that if I wanted to kill someone, whether it was myself or someone else, that I would fail so spectacularly at it so many times?”

“Neil,” Wymack said, “between you and me, I don’t think you’ve ever been fine.”

“I’m tired of being nothing.”

“Would it kill you to let something in?” “It almost did last time.”

“Neil? Are you all right?” Neil smiled. It felt like it tore his face open. “No. No, I’m not.”

“Thank you,” he finally said. He couldn’t say he meant thanks for all of it: the keys, the trust, the honesty, and the kisses. Hopefully Andrew would figure it out eventually. “You were amazing.”

“Everything I needed, you already gave me. You let me stay.”

“You are a Fox,” Andrew said, like it was that simple, and maybe it was.

“Wait, he chose Neil over you? That sounds a little serious for a fling, don’t you–” Nicky glanced at Neil’s blank face and faltered. “News to you too, huh?”

“That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t blow you.”

“I won’t be like them. I won’t let you let me be.”

“Stay,” Andrew said, and leaned down to kiss him.

This was everything he wanted, everything he needed, and Neil was never letting go.

Angel in the Darkness (M) pt. 8

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au

A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8



“Again? Didn’t we already talk about this?” your mother scolded with a sigh, as you two entered your small apartment.

She had gotten a call from work at the rehab centre, that you had gotten into another fight with the kids at your school. And this became an alarming concern to her since this was the third time this month that you had fought with others.

“I didn’t mean too…” the nine-year-old you sniffled, as you shyed away from your mother’s harsh glare.

“Y/n this is the third time this month that your school has called me!” your mother exclaimed tiredly from the kitchen, getting ready to prepare dinner for the two of you.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered from your spot on the sofa, trying to withhold your tears. You knew your mother hated when you got into fights – you didn’t even like it either, but the kids always picked on you. You just wanted them to stop…

“You said you were sorry last time.”

“I know…” you mumbled in reply.

“Then why do you keep fighting?” she frustrated. “No matter what those kids say, you don’t put your hands on them.”

“But they wouldn’t stop!”

“Then tell the teacher-”

“They hit me first,” you interrupted. This caused your mother to pause in the middle of her footsteps.

“Why?” she asked in confusion.

“They just wouldn’t stop saying those horrible things, even though I begged them…”  you said as your tears started to fall.

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It’s been 3 long years on my fitness journey. This journey has many different stages physically and mentally, but one things for sure you’ll look back at your before picture, and tell your body “I love you and thanks for coming this long way.” It’s not easy, but by sharing this I hope to inspire someone to not give up. My mother hates when I use this photo for comparison because she knows how criticizing people can be but leave that for the girl in 2013 to care what people thought/think. I’ve worked hard to become the person I am now, and I share this to inspire/motivate others that it is possible and the body is fascinating with what it can transform to. I’ve still got some work to do but for now happy #transformationtuesday ! God bless, rooting for ya! & a thanks to those who shared their journey and lit a flame for inspiration in others and I ❤

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Neil’s clap backs in The Foxhole Court

  • “You’d better,” Neil said. “Put a leash on your pet monster or I will.”
    “A frightened child like you?”
    “Fuck you, cripple.”
    Across the room Kevin’s face went white. “What did you call me?”
    “I called you a deadweight has-been,” Neil said. 
  • Andrew’s smile curved wider. “Ohhh, that sounds like a challenge. Mother may I?”
    “Your mother’s dead. I don’t think she cares what you do.”
  • “Ouch,” Andrew said with a cold smile. “That’s judgmental.”
    “I’m not going to apologize for thinking you’re being idiotic.”
  • “Take a number and get in line with the rest of this team. I won’t lose any sleep over it.”
    “Don’t sleep. I’ll kill you.”
  • It was forever before Andrew answered in German. “That’s unexpected. Did no one tell you I hate surprises?”
    “What makes you think I care?”
  • “I will ask you only once to tone down that animosity.”
    “I can’t,” Neil said. “I have a bit of an attitude problem.”
  • “Palmetto State is a waste of his talents.” “Not as much as Edgar Allen was,” Neil said. Someone in the audience laughed, entertained by Kathy’s mouthy guest. “Your team’s ranked first? Congratulations and big deal. Maintaining a top position is far easier than starting over from the gutters. Kevin is doing that right now. He’s facing entirely new schools and learning to play with his less dominant hand. When he masters it, and he will, he’ll be better than you could ever have made him.
  • Everyone knows the only reason Palmetto qualified for this division is because of your coach.”
    “Funny, I’m pretty sure that’s how Edgar Allen qualified.”
  • Aaron looked at Neil. “When were you going to tell us?”“
    I wasn’t,” Neil said. “After everything I’ve put up with from you this year I figured I didn’t owe you any favors.”

to all my gnc lesbians: mothers are often the people to make us feel the worst about ourselves when they question our identity, the way we express ourselves, and our presentation.

But I want you to know this: you are beautiful. You are handsome. You look good with short hair. Your shaved head is rad as hell. You don’t have to be feminine. People do love you. Your bodies are your own and they’re beautiful. Your hairy legs? Exquisite. Hairy armpits? Cool as shit. All the lumpy parts and the parts that others call ugly I’m telling you they’re perfect. Because they are.

People often hate the things they can’t understand. They can’t categorize us so they put us down. Try to force us into an acceptable feminine box. But we don’t fit in their boxes. It’s ok to make your own box.

When others put you down remember you are handsome and you are loved. Remember you’re not alone and I’m right there by your side.

In my class we have a worm day. If they promise to be gentle and not tug, they can hold one of those beautiful squiggly caretakers of dirt. The wonder they have for it is so real - and I say, did you know they have 5 hearts and love you with all of them. Then I say, “are you holding a boy worm or a girl worm” and they guess. They are all right, and they are all wrong, because worms are both. And I say that. I say, “they are just like people; sometimes not a boy or a girl but something in between, or sometimes they’re both on different days. And they still love you with all 5 hearts.”

“Cool,” says one kid. “I don’t want to be a boy, I want to be a girl sometimes.” And I say okay.

Children are taught fear. They are taught that the worms are gross. It isn’t until they’re a few years older than my class - up in 3rd or 4th grade - that they start shrieking at my little worm friends. They won’t play the silly games or sing the silly songs or even promise not to tug. A fourth grader hears my lesson about gender and says, “That’s so weird,” and suddenly I hear from the mouths of these beautiful children, “Yeah,” “this is weird,” “No, mine is a girl.”

It is not the 4th grader I blame. It is the person in her life that saw something beautiful and ruined it for her. It is the “put that down, it’s gross,” “you don’t want to get dirty” “there’s us and there’s them.” I want to show her - without the humble little blind noses of worms, we are nothing. We need them. Did you know if they grow a belt they’re over a year old! Spent tunnelling through the secrets of roots. I want to show her: it’s okay if tomorrow you feel like a boy or maybe something neither, something different that is entirely you.

But fear, once discovered, is not an easy stain to get out. We say, “What will we tell the children” and forget - the children already heard. They heard you snickering about the person down the street. They saw you talking to your friend about “those people”. And they internalize it, burrow it into them. We don’t tell the children, we model hatred until the children can’t hear you, can’t hear you declare, “do as I say, not as I do.”

Later the 4th grader goes home. “Ugh,” her mother says with a shudder, seeing my box, “I hate worms.”

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Tupac’s first verse from “Keep Ya Head Up” 👑🙌🏿🙏🏿❤️

“Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don’t nobody else care
And uhh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block brothas clown a lot
But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don’t forget, girl keep your head up
And when he tells you you ain’t nothin’ don’t believe him
And if he can’t learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don’t need him
And I ain’t tryin to gash up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy
When brothas make babies, and leave a young mother to be a pappy
And since we all came from a woman
Got our name from a woman and our game from a woman
I wonder why we take from our women
Why we rape our women, do we hate our women?
I think it’s time to kill for our women
Time to heal our women, be real to our women
And if we don’t we’ll have a race of babies
That will hate the ladies, that make the babies
And since a man can’t make one
……He has no right to tell a woman when and where to create one
So will the real men get up
I know you’re fed up ladies, but you gotta keep your head up”

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I'm a Guardian Demon

Yeah, you read that right. We’re by no means requested as much as those feathery dick-muffins, but we take our job just as seriously. ‘Course, we’ve gotta go about it a bit differently. No sense in doing the same damn thing - we’re summoned for a reason.

Guardian angels work pretty much exactly how you think. They look out for you, having you trip on the sidewalk to avoid getting hit by a car and whatnot. They love tangling with the threads of fate, plucking a string here and tying a loose end there. And while they’re great at predicting things short-term, they suck donkey balls long-term.

So for every time someone’s told you “you must have a guardian angel looking out for you!” after narrowly dodging that falling AC unit, that same snobby urinal cake won’t do jack shit about that crushing heartbreak. “They need to learn,” they’ll say. “Now they’ll appreciate the next one more,” they’ll say. Fuckers have a circle jerk on their high horses while you suffer. Moral code my ass.

But that’s where we come in. Demons ain’t got the same definition of “helping.” We torture people for eternity, and we’re damn good at it. We’re clever. We’re patient. And we love revenge stories as much as you people all hate us for it all.

Guy who cheated behind your back? Boom, chlamydia. Snot-nosed nephew hit you in the nuts? Introduce his ice cream to the ground, mother fucker. But our favorites - what we’re known for - is the waiting game.

That teacher who always graded you most harshly? Guess who’s the only casualty of the most recent school shooting. The bully who stole your lunch money every week? Now he smokes two packs a day and can barely make ends meet. The pastor who fondled you and said God wouldn’t want you to tell? I feed him lava every Tuesday downstairs. What goes around comes around, and we’re the ones coming around.

So the next time you get it into your tiny mortal skull that demons are the bad guys, remember we’re the ones dishing out the karma. We’re the ones putting the smile on your face when your ex’s new boy toy runs out on her after knocking her up. We’re the ones getting your boss fired for using company funds on hookers and blow. Oh look at who got promoted! Such surprise, much wow.

You’re fucking welcome.

The Signs Hold a Crying Baby

Aries: WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WILL IT STOP IF I SHAKE IT MAKE IT STOP WHERE IS THE MOTHER

Taurus: Keep your tears inside your eyes where they belong, you pathetic excuse for life

Gemini: Continues the one sided conversation, “so I said to Tom, I said Tomas, that’s MY fucking sandwich- wait, is it okay to cuss in front of a -what am I saying, you don’t understand words yet- anyway I said to him…”

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Random bits from Carrion Crown

Magus: I need alcohol, for medical reasons.
Oracle: Get this man a six pack and a hot tub, stat!

Monk: I’m giving out advice, hot chocolate, and punches to the face.

Magus (to an NPC): You’ve met my mother. You called her sir.

GM: The bar is the Rusty Dragon. It’s a franchise! Like McDonald’s, but for drinking.

GM: Your check tells you about Family God-I-Hate-These-Names.

Monk: The halfling is now two quareterlings.

The “Exchange” Program #1

Originally posted by nnochu



Summary: To say you were excited was an understatement. Your brother had left for Korea and in exchange you get a replacement, also known as an exchange student. Expecting a smart, nice boy,  practically the boy version of you…you got the complete opposite. A bad boy with bad habits.

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader

Au: Badboy!Jungkook

A/N: I’m starting this fanfic again, I promise you that it is not like the last one it just has a the same concept (hopefully it will do as well) This is the first part but since i have exams this week i won’t be posting this week. But please tell me what you think :)

Standing next to your Mother and Father, you waited for the boy with a smiling face.

“I really hope he doesn’t hate us” your Mother stressed, her husbands hand tight around her shoulder. “Honey, I’m sure he’ll have a great time” he reassured her.

“Mum, I’m sure everything will be okay. What could go wrong?” you smiled, staring at the crowd of people emerging from the flight.

“I think that’s him” your mother exclaimed, holding up the sign which had his name on it. The tall boy smiled, dressed in jeans and a white sweater with glasses shaping his face.

He was cute. Perfect even.

You squirmed with excitement as the boy strutted towards your small family, you pulled down your skirt making sure to present yourself nicely and make a good impression.

“Nice to meet all of you” the boy smiled and shook your Dad’s and Mum’s hand and smiled at you. “I’m Jeon Jungkook, but please call me Jungkook” he smiled even wider this time, making your heart swell.

“Nice to meet you too!” your mum said clutching her bag to her side grabbing your shoulders and pulling yourself next to her.

“This is my daughter Y/n”

You put your hand out for him to shake and he gladly accepted.

“Right, It’s time to get going, to beat the traffic” your dad smiled patting Jungkook on the back as the four of you walked out of the building.

Pulling into the gas station on your drive home your dad offered you and Jungkook to get something from the there.

Heading straight towards the packets of chips you notice Jungkook looking around suspiciously on the other side of you. Walking around to the other isle you see him shove a packet of red vines into his jacket pocket he had put on earlier.

Your eyes went wide in fear of getting caught.

“What the hell are you doing?” you whisper trying to get to the packet of liquorice out of his pocket. Pushing your hand away and shoving the packet even deeper, he laughed.

“You’ve really never done this? Gees, I knew you were a good girl the minute I laid my eyes on you” he rolled his eyes and continued on to the counter.

“And a packet of those” he pointed to the cigarettes on the top shelf, your jaw dropped and your eyes became wider.

“Sixteen dollars” the old mans voice rang through the station, not giving two shits about how young the boy in front of him looked.

Shoving the packet of cigarettes into his jean pocket you still couldn’t believe your eyes. The boy that you thought was perfect is the complete opposite.

“Have fun getting cancer” you snickered to him as you walked to the other side of the car.

“I’ll be the first to tell you Miss Goody Two-Shoes” he smiled and opened the door.

“Welcome to the Y/L/N residence” your dad brought Jungkooks bags in to your house.

“So basically Y/n’s Father and I run a popular clothing business, meaning we won’t be here that often. My Husband is going on a business trip to Morocco tomorrow morning and I’m going to Milan this evening”

Your mother explained the situation of your father and her about their busy work schedule whilst you were half way up the stairs to your safe haven.

“Y/n, show Jungkook to his room. Your Father and I are going to go pack” Your Mother told you as her and her husband walked to their room on the ground floor.

“C’mon” you mumbled.

Walking down the hall way and into the common room that was also yours you turned to him and pointed to the door that was opposite yours on the other side of the room.

“That one is yours, this one is mine” You whispered. You don’t know where this sudden fear came from but you didn’t like it. Walking to your room you hurried making sure he couldn’t say something but before you could go in, he asked you something.

“Why are you acting so shy?” he asked.

You froze in your steps and slowly turned to him, he walked to wards you standing two metres in front of you.

“I dunno” you whispered still looking at your feet.

You knew exactly why you were shy. He was cute you won’t deny it, but you always avoided these types of guys but now having one in your house for a year was insanity.

“Perhaps you’re afraid I’ll try and make a move on you?” he smirked

You nodded your head quickly still looking down.

You felt his hand grab your chin and lift your face up so you were staring at him. The sudden action made your heart beat faster, while all you could do was stare at his facial features.

“Don’t worry kitten, I have no interest in you whatsoever” he laughed and let go. Walking back to his room you laughed to yourself as well.

“Well I have no interest in you either!!!” you shouted at the closed door.

“No good, idiotic, hateful, heinous jerk” you mumbled to yourself as you entered your room.

Collapsing on your bed, you let out a frustrated sigh thinking how in the hell are you going to put up with him for a whole freaking year.

7:00pm and your stomach was growling for food.

You had eaten the last piece of chocolate in your room and you wanted dinner but you were to afraid that you would bump into him.

GROWL

“Whyyy” you whined, you couldn’t take it anymore.

Opening the door a creak you looked out to see Jungkook’s door open and him laying on his bed a phone in his hand.

“Alright I can do this” you gave yourself a mini pep talk and tip toed out of your room.

It was going great until you tripped over your cat. Yelping the cat scattered down the stairs causing you to hear foot steps emerge from the boys room,

“Are you going to get food?” you turned around and got struck by how good he looked in just jeans and a simple white shirt, the shirt clung to his muscles making him look ten times hotter.

“Yeah” you choked out of your mouth.

“Good I’m starving” he uttered walking your way. The two of you headed down the stairs to see two suitcases at the door, you walked into the kitchen and grabbed a packet of ramen.

“Looks like you two are getting along” your dad said holding his passport in one hand looking like he was waiting for your mum.

“Oh yeah! We’ve been talking for hours, pretty much like siblings” Jungkook laughed causing your dad to cackle.

“Dad I thought you were leaving tomorrow” you questioned your dad as your mum emerged from the dimly lit hallway.

“Something came up so your Dad and I thought it was best to go together to Morocco then Milan”

Your mouth went into an O shape as the two of them got ready leave. Your mum came over to you and give you a kiss on the forehead whilst your dad hugged you, “We’ll be home in a couple of weeks” you nodded your head.

“Be good you two” your mum laughed as they left the house.

“Isn’t the whole point of exchange for me to improve my english by you know speaking to people?” Jungkook snickered and grabbed two packets of ramen.

“Am I a horse? I speak fluent english” you question him and poured the hot water into a pot.

“Like we’re going to talk” he rolled his eyes and took a seat at the island table.

“If you make an effort I’ll make and effort” you smiled at him, he nodded his head and fiddled with the fork in his hand.

A couple minutes later you put the pot on the table as the two of you ate from the pot.

“This is nothing like home” he mumbled still shoving the noodles into his mouth. “Well I’m sorry, I’m not exactly Korean so I can’t cook you whatever you eat” you snickered, “this is my brothers, I ate it once and i liked it so I thought i might as well eat tonight.”

“Speaking of your brother, why did he want to learn Korean?” he asked shoving more of the noodles into his mouth.

“He likes Kpop and drama’s, especially that one group what were they called again?” you racked your brain for the answer until Jungkook gave you it.

“STB?” he asked putting the fork down.

“Yeah those guys! He plays the song ‘Tears, Sweat and Blood’ again and again” you laughed.

“Yeah they’re quite popular, what about you, do you like Kpop?” he asked and picked up his fork again to eat more.

“Yeah I don’t mind it. I mean I’m not in love with it but if my brother puts it on then I’ll sing broken Korean with him” the last statement made him laugh.

Your heart fluttered looking at him, you felt warm inside…’No Y/n this is not how you’re supposed to feel, he’s vulgar…look at him scoff down the ramen’

“Can you slow down your eating, you’re going to choke” after your statement he grabbed the pot and chugged the noodle soup.

Your face turned into disgust as you stood up.

“That’s so gross” you whined and started to walk away.

“That’s so gross” he mimicked in a higher voice. “I do not sound like that” he mimicked you again laughing to himself. “You’re such a dick” you exclaimed as you walked into your room.

It was late and you wanted to get some fresh air.

You walked on onto the balcony and hopped up on the railing tot he side and rested your back against the wall.

A couple moments later Jungkook came out lighting a cigarette in his mouth not aware that you two were there.

“Could you find somewhere else to poison your body?” you startled him as he quickly turned around looking at you with a shock expression on his face.

“Can you be a smart ass somewhere else?” he question.

You scoffed as silence filled the air.

You felt yourself cramping up and you stretched your legs, which was the biggest mistake of your life.

You were about to fall to your death but luckily Jungkook acted fast, he dropped the cigarette and clutched your arm dragging you onto him making you both fall to the ground.

You were positioned on top of him as if you were straddling him.

You looked intensely into his eyes as he did with you, you were mere inches from kissing him and that was all you wanted to do.

WITCH AU’S
  • “i cant believe you got us kicked out of another coven, dude, you gotta quit stepping on peoples familiars”
  • “you know, when i signed up for this expedition to finish this spell you didnt say we’d be trecking through the bitter wilderness with candles and creatures chasing us, what the fuck, dude”
  • “im a newbie witch and this is my first ritual and i was all excited to see herbs and salts and boiling cauldrons not tHIS JESUS CHRIST—THATS ALOT OF BLOOD
  • “for the last time, you cant have a tiger as your familiar” 
  • “look theres a reason why we do our rituals in private, things can get out of hand and sometimes we spit up blood, its not like we mean to do it. knock next time.”
  • “and, when that happens dont go around scaring the living shit out of people, jesus stacy, this is why people think we’re satanic”
  • “okay look, im as commitied to this lifestyle as anyone else but do you not see how expensive this shit is? and where the hell am i going to find a sabertooth fang? what, do i have to rob a museum??”
  • “we’re gonna rob a museum. c’mon it’ll be easy, we have our spellbook. we won’t get caught”
  • “so you’re saying you broke into the museum to steal a sabertooth fang and a thigh bone from an extinct bird…for a luck spell?/ yes, officer.”
  • “you hexed me because i made fun of the way you eat so now my tastebuds hate everything i put in my mouth and so I’m either gonna starve or eat this shit you call chocolate, i hate you so much”
  • “youre this sweet looking cutie that i always see walking through the outdoor department looking for flowers, and you always ask if you can check everything out here, which happens to be a lot of bloody meat and candles and knives and….you know my mother always told me the devil would look like an angel”
  • “you convinced me that our last apartment was haunted by throwing drawers open and breaking glasses whenever i came home, but it turns out you just didnt like the neighbors and wanted an excuse to move”
  • “you stumbled across my alter and before i could scare the everliving shit out of you to keep your mouth shut, you turned around, scoffed, and bragged that yours looked so much better”
  • “cmon babe you know i hate it when you tell the future, you stop breathing and you freeze up and your eyes literally roll to the back—STOP IT EW I HATE U SO MUCH––UGH QUIT LAUGHING YOU SHIT”
  • “my dreams…when i see people, it says who they truly are
    • and what does it say about me
      • it says youre a lying bitch for stealing my sandalwood incense from Nepal, stacy, my tarantula saw you come in my room—give it back”
Diabolik lovers ‘’5th Anniversary book ‘’ [Subaru’s interview] ~translation|traducción~

Thanks to @madamemalfoy21 and @totallydiabolik for having helped me with the translation

  • 1. Right now, what is your favorite thing?

I like the cushion inside my coffin. I recently put it in, it’s pretty good.
It’s soft enough, now I can sleep better. it’s my favorite thing inside the coffin.

  • 2. What kind of fashion are you into lately?

Black and cool clothes. Since I don’t like flashy colors.
And also… I’m very particular with small accessories.
I think it’s better to wear simple and casual accessories. I don’t like jingling accessories.

  • 3. What habits do you have that you’ll do without realizing?

I lose control when I get angry, and I end up… destroying some wall or something else.
…There are times when I want to destroy things, but there are also times when I do it unconsciously.
… …Does that counts as a habit?

  • 4. How do you spend your days-off?

I stay inside the coffin. It’s not like I’m hiding!
But I don’t have nothing to do… And if I go outside my brothers would involve me in their things, they’re annoying…
So staying inside the coffin is the best!

  • 5. What do you wear to sleep?

I wear casual clothes(loungewear), which I’m used to wearing, but sometimes since I go to sleep I don’t change clothes, you know…?
At least, if I’d undressed I could not sleep well… wait, that doesn’t matter!

  • 6. What do you definitely do before sleeping?

There’s nothing I actually do. When I get sleepy I just sleep.
And when sometimes I can’t sleep … … I just move my body a little, and immediately I got sleep.

  • 7. What part of your body you like the best?

Nothing. I don’t like my hair… neither my eyes. No matter what, each part(of my body) is annoying.
Just… well, I’ve trained my body, so I don’t have a body to be embarrassed to show.
(Subaru TrainEd HIS boDYyyy??????????)

  • 8. What do you like the most of your room?

My coffin. [Subaru loves so much his coffin]
There is nothing that I like to part of that. It is a doctrine not to put unnecessary things.

  • 9. Tell us one memorable impression that you have of your brothers.

To remember something about my brothers…? Hmm, well… what could it be? Impression…
Ahh, when I was young, and I saw that each of my brothers had been brought by their mothers at a dinner party I thought… “I don’t want to get involved with them”

  • 10. What you think of KarlHeinz?

I… don’t understand the old man very well. I just think “what is he thinking”? … …He brought a lot of problems.
I won’t tolerate that he uses me as he wants.
If I say that I don’t hate him… I’d be lying.

  • 11. Where would you go on a date?

H-haa!? A date you say… As if I’d care! I’ll go to the place where she wants to go… no matter where at.

  • 12. What does a girl do to make your heart skip a beat?

What the hell is this question… A expression, huh… Her face when she smiles… for example…?
When I watch her smile, until I end up relaxed… …I don’t want to say this!

  • 13. How does her blood taste?

Sweet… both the smell as the flavor are sweet… when I suck her, each time her blood starts becoming thicker…
And after drinking it gives me an incredible sense of satisfaction.
Sometimes I sucks her by force… But when she obediently accepts my fangs… her blood becomes much more delicious.

  • 14. From which body part do you like to suck her blood?

From her ankle. When I drinks from that place, I can see very well her expression of pain.
It’s more exciting seeing her face while she feels my fangs, than it is dominantly sucking her blood…
Also when I bites her legs she starts to get scared and nervous, it’s pretty good. cough Laito?
[Subaru turns on when see Yui’s face feeling his fangs dksfjsae( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)]

  • 15. What does her existence mean to you?

…I wanna cherish her. It’s an existence[person] indispensable to me…
She’s always to stay by my side, and thanks to her support, I was able to confront myself.
That’s why… I want to protect her. For eternity…


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You’re My Home (Theo Raeken)

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Requested by anon:  Hey could you do a Theo imagine where the reader is the youngest of the pack (like 16) and she’s Scott’s beta. She let Theo crash at her place when she found out she was sleeping in his car and they bonded during the time he’s been staying at her house and slowly but surely became an item, and the pack finds out and they aren’t too happy bc of the age gap and the whole he tried to destroy them thing😂. Thank you lovely💜💜

Rating: fluff

A/N: I’m weirdly proud of this.


Y/N is famously known for her maturity despite her young age. Her mind was of a young adult’s yet she was only sixteen. 

Y/N had caught the attention of Scott one day, when she openly argued with a teacher about an offensively sexist comment that he had made. The initial incident had sparked Scott’s interest and made him reach the conclusion of turning Y/N. 

Scott had asked Deaton to hire Y/N, since she was trying her best to help her mom, especially after her father passed. “I don’t know why you do the things you do Scott McCall, but I am eternally grateful.“ 

She smiled and hugged his waist, “Don’t mention it, and besides, I could use the help around here.” His chest shook with a gentle chuckle while he wrapped his arms around her frame. 

“Okay, so what’s my first assignment boss?” The alpha shook his head at the ridiculous nickname she’d already come up with. “I need you to relabel the containers in the cabinets.” She put her hands on her hips and tapped her foot, 

“Come on boss, why do you have to go and give me a wussy assignment?" 

"Do you want to clean out the cages?" 

"Relabeling it is." 

"That’s what I thought." 


"See you tomorrow, Scott.” Y/N waved goodbye and adjusted her bag on her shoulder. The cool summer breeze flowing smoothly into her hair, doing her the favor of flipping it back. 

Stopping in her tracks, Y/N raised her head up and met the glimmer of the bright moon that illuminated the whole parking area. 

“Damn it!” A voiced roared, following a loud thud. Y/N frantically looked around, trying to find the source. She spotted the single car that was parked, and went around it, careful not to make any noise. 

“Theo?” She narrowed her eyes and bent her back slightly. He was in a distressed state. His back was against the tire of the car, his knees were pulled to his chest and his head was tucked in his arms. 

“What’re you doing here?” She pulled her bag off her shoulder and set it next to her, placing her other hand on his. 

“Please go, I don’t want you to see me like this.” His head didn’t move until her heard a slight thud, she had sat herself facing his side and crossed her arms over her chest. 

“I’m not going anywhere, Raeken.” She shook her head once. “What’s going on Theo?” She said, more gently this time. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone?” She bit her lip, nodding and listening carefully. 

“I’ve been living in my car,” he sighed and ruffled his hair in frustration. 

“For a while now." 

"Theo,” she gasped with eyes wide in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He remained silent for a while, “You’re Scott’s beta Y/N, why would you wanna help me after what I’ve done to your pack?” His curiosity rose when she smiled and said “Everyone deserves a second chance, you’re not a monster-" 

"But I am!” The increase in his voice surprised her, but her body didn’t react to it. “Oh hush you,” she poked his forehead with her finger. “You’re not a monster Theo.” She said firmly. 

“You really believe that?” The hopeful tone in his voice caused a sympathetic smile to appear on her lips. “Of course I do, so come on,” she stood up and extended a hand to pull him up. He stared at it in confusion.

 "Come on,“ she urged and finally complied. 

He stood and patted off the dust from the back of his pants. 

"You’re staying with me-" 

"What?! No, Y/N you’ll get in so much trouble with Scott, and what about your mom?" 

"We don’t have to tell Scott right away, and my mom would kill me if she knew that I let my friend continue to live in his car. Now, are you coming or what?” She said, not really planning on taking no for an answer as she walked to the passenger side and started folding the makeshift sheets she assumed he’s been keeping himself warm with. 

Her heart shattered at the chaotic state that the car was in, how the hell was he getting by? The drive to her house was short and silent, there was a lot to be said, but Y/N wanted to give him time. 

“Young lady! You better have a convincing explanation as to why you’re late or el- oh, hello,” Y/N’s mother had been worried about her daughter’s whereabouts. “Mom, you remember Theo?" 

"Hi Mrs. Y/L/N.” Y/N took a few steps to her mother and dragged her to the kitchen. 

“Mom, Theo’s staying with us for a while okay?” She spoke in a hushed tone, but already aware that he’d heard her. “What?!” Her mother whisper-shouted with saucer-like eyes. 

“He’s been living in his car for god knows how long, are you really gonna allow that?” Her mother’s eyes softened and a sad look replaced the shocked one. 

“Of course not, Jesus, why’s he living in his car? That poor boy." 

"Don’t say that mom, he’s not a ‘poor boy’. He’s one of the strongest people I’ve ever met.” She defended with a small smile on her face. “You like him,” a mischievous smile was plastered on her mother’s face. 

“Alright mom, goodnight.” She said with blushing cheeks as she wrapped her fingers around Theo’s wrist and dragged him to her room. “Goodnight Mrs. Y/L/N.” Theo shouted slightly from the top of the stairs. 

“Goodnight, and call me Y/M/N.” He heard her say before Y/N shut the door to her room. “You’ve got a lot of explaining to do,” she huffed and leaned against the door. 

“Is it alright if we talk about this tomorrow? I’m exhausted.” He said with a small yawn. “Oh! Of course, sorry, yeah.” She peered at him with curiosity when he settled himself on the chair next to her bed with the blanket she had handed him. 

“The hell do you think you’re doing?” He panicked slightly at the tone of her voice. 

“What? What’s wrong?” He said with a frown. “There’s no way in hell I’m letting you sleep on a freaking chair, you’re sleeping next to me. Come on.” She patted the empty space beside her. 

“Are you sure Y/N? I don’t wanna bother you,” he trailed off with a hint of sadness in his voice. 

“You won’t bother me,” she sent him a reassuring smile, “Now come on we’ve got school tomorrow.” He nodded obediently and did as told. 

He tried to leave a respectable distance between their bodies, but Y/N had ended up between his arms, sometime in the middle of the night. 


A couple of months had passed and Theo had grown accustomed to being a part of the Y/L/N family as Y/M/N would put it. He had also started falling, deeply, for Y/N. 

“Hey, is it alright if we meet up before you head to work?” Theo’d caught up with Y/N before she entered her class, “Sure,” she smiled sweetly and walked into the room. 

When Y/N met up with him later on, he was nervously pacing back and forth next to his truck. He kicked a few pebbles that laid on the concrete, and lifted his head when he heard the all too familiar heartbeat of Y/N. 

“Hey, is everything alright?” She asked with concerned eyes. “Yeah, better than alright, I just need to tell you something.” He grabbed both of Y/N’s hands and took a couple of steps back until he was leaning against his car.

“What is it?” She giggled at his euphoric state. “I wanted to let you know, that I will forever be grateful for what you and your mother have done for me. You gave me a home, Y/N. You’re my home. And I hope that by saying this I won’t be denting our relationship because there’s nothing I’d hate more than losing you. I’m in love with you, Y/N.” he spoke out of breath, his chest heaving up and down as the overwhelming feeling of love swam through him. 

“Theo,” she whispered with a blurred vision. “And I know that the age gap between us is not something people will approve of, but I love you, like I’ve never loved before." 

"Oh, Theo,” she whined as tears slid down her cheeks. 

“I love you too.” She stared at him with loving eyes before wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands instinctively went for her back and pulled her as close as possible. 

“I love you,” he smiled and leaned in, his craving for her lips finally satisfied. He inhaled through his nose and tangled his fingers in her hair. 

“I love you.” She said and he sighed contently as his forehead met hers. 

“Y/N?!” Stiles’ panic-filled voice startled them out of each other’s embrace. “What the hell are you doing with her? Huh?!” Stiles made a beeline to Theo’s collar.

 "Stiles!“ Both of her hands landing on his bicep and pulled him back. 

"Don’t hurt him," 

"Like he hurt us?”

 "Stiles.“ She stated firmly with a deep frown on her face. 

"He’s not like that anymore,” she pulled him away and tried to get his attention. “I’m sure he isn’t,” Scott joined in with a disappointed-father look on his face. 

“Scott, I can explain-" 

"And why do you need to explain exactly? What have you two been doing?” She frowned some more, if that was even possible. 

“You better stay aw-" 

"Would someone fucking listen to me?! I love him, and he’s been living with me and mom. He’s been wonderful actually, taking away some of mom’s stress and taking care of me.” To say that the scene was emotional would be an understatement. 

“You’re too young for him! And what about what he’s done to us?" 

"I’ve changed Scott, I swear.” Were the first words that fell out of Theo’s shaking lips. “Listen to my heartbeat and tell me if I’m lying, I’m in love with Y/N, you know what first love is like Scott.” He stepped forward and wrapped his arm around Y/N’s shoulder, an unexpected snarl was earned from Stiles. 

“If you ever, and I mean ever, hurt so much as a hair on this young lady, I’ll rip out your skin with my teeth.” Stiles closed and opened his mouth twice with the clicking of his teeth, for visual aid. 

“Hey!” Y/N said with a slight giggle and a playful smack to his chest. 

“That’s my boyfriend you’re threatening.”

  • Scout Aesthetics: Fresh laundry. Hot dogs for dinner. Cold pizza for breakfast. A really good haircut. A joke so funny that you cry. New shoes. The CRACK! of a baseball on a wooden bat. FOMO. Peppermint chewing gum. Runner's high. Your first crush.
  • Soldier Aesthetics: Pine trees. Cold dew on a summer morning. MRE's that don't taste like paper pulp. Cornfields as far as the eye can see. Screaming at the sky late at night. Turkey with stuffing. White bread in a plastic sleeve. Getting gum on your shoes.
  • Pyro Aesthetics: Scented candles and burnt popcorn. Fresh-cut daisies. Drawing with charcoal. Sun bleached bones. The smell of gasoline. Gel pens. Your favorite animated movie. The scapegoat. Not caring at all.
  • Demoman Aesthetics: Butterscotch and sulfur. Rolling meadows of grass. Sand in your shoes. Fried fish in a greasy newspaper. Fireworks on a warm summer evening. Wool turtleneck sweaters. Being double-dog-dared to swim in the lake during winter. The best hole-in-the-wall pub in the world.
  • Heavy Aesthetics: Dusty old books. Creaking floorboards. Fresh winter snow. A really good sandwich. Finding a new favorite novel. A handmade scarf. Getting a good grade on an assignment. First editions. Going to the natural history museum. Firmly believing why you were put on this earth.
  • Engineer Aesthetics: Breakfast foods. Campfires. The satisfying clicking of clockwork machinery. Reading bedtime stories aloud. T-shirts with math jokes on them. Tuning a guitar. Petting zoos. Knowing your limits. Learning about something that makes you really happy. A cool looking rock.
  • Medic Aesthetics: Antiseptic. Down comforters. Really round fluffy birds. Bad puns. Doing things because you can. Hot tea. Waking up before the sun does. Whistling. Dry cleaning. Fun facts about animals. Really strange nonfiction books. Windy winter days.
  • Sniper Aesthetics: Dirt and black coffee. Climbing a tree. People watching. Road trips. Going to bed and realizing you haven't spoken to anyone all day. Fairy bread. Getting caught in the rain. Really cool scars. Having a story for everything. Polarized lenses.
  • Spy Aesthetic: Vermouth and tobacco. Minimalist cuff links. Playing cards. Hair pomade. Silk ties. Your first love. A passing feeling of emptiness. Heels clicking on polished floors. Crusty dinner rolls with soft warm bread on the inside.
  • Pauling Aesthetics: Lavender hand soap. Gunpowder. Lilac polo shirts. Worn black denim. Staying up late and watching the home shopping channel because you can't sleep. Beat-up firearms catalogs. Telling your mother to return your birthday gift because your workplace has strict dress codes regarding clothing colors, even though you desperately need that new skirt. Finding drawings from when you were a child. Soft wool cardigans. Shiny silver knives. Yogurt with fruit. Hating and loving your job at the same time.
Masterlist

A lot more new and updated compared to the last one!

Writing is not ranked from newest to oldest. Also categorized by the 5sos boy. I suddenly got disappointed and lazy on myself so yup, shitty me started on Lego Blocks. So please do expect some pieces that don’t have descriptions and are not categorized by the time they were posted.


Oh and I’ve just realized that once you click SOME hyperlinks here, you’re gonna be automatically redirected to Safari or generally a browser because, Tumblr. So yeah, click this.


And yes, I did exclude some pieces of my writing from here because they’re just full of shit.


Last updated : November 26, 2016


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Ashton

“You promise?” - Ashton worries about he’ll end up just like his father in terms of being a father so you assure him he’s not.

Eighth Month - how Ashton reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

“Sorry.” -  Ashton’s slowly getting irritated since his girlfriend Y/N has already developed a habit of saying sorry way too much.

Ours - “How long would you keep doing this? Never letting go of our daughter?” You playfully asked.

Park Dates - Daddy Ashton forgets to take his daughter in a park date for the second time in a row.

Facade - behind Ashton’s facade of portraying to be a really happy person, is a dull life that only you, as his psychiatrist and the boys would know about. *slight trigger warning*

Long Way Home - Ashton takes the long way home in hopes of fixing his relationshi with you before he drops you off to your old flat, one last time.

Art Student!Ashton - he’s falling apart and it’s his fault.


Calum

Cool, right? - Calum’s idea of a family day which kinda turns out as a flop.

Eighth Month - how Calum reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

Insomnia - you have insomnia and forgot to pack your medicine, causing the boys to have a competition on who can make you go to sleep first.

Baby Bump - Calum just really loves perching his hands up your baby bump.

nicotine - based from P!ATD’S song, ‘Nicotine’.

Talk to Me - Calum forgets to go on the date you were really looking forward to since he was drinking beers at Luke’s apartment.

Art Major!Calum - you helped Calum on boosting up his calligraphy skills since he sucks at it and one thing leads to another.

Not Now, Not Ever - Calum suddenly sobers up from his drunken state at the mention of you stating that you’re officially done with his antics.

Late - different writing style I was experimenting with.

“I have no energy to even talk to you.” - Calum cheats.

Good Luck Charm - you’re Calum’s good luck charm.

Masterpiece - Calum does something for your birthday which involves you being the masterpiece.

Weakling - both you and Michael decided to annoy Calum and Ashton at thr gym because why not?

Sweater Paws - he does this thing.

Cooties - he’s really shy around you that it’s like you have them.

Pregnant - slight trigger warning!

Monster - trigger warning!

Broken - he takes his wife which is you, for granted.

Flowers - he stops on giving them, which leads to something else.

History  - he was a complete idiot.

Petty - Calum’s petty.

Body Language - “Just know that I do love you.”

Buzzcut - Calum would get a portion of his hair shaved until it ends up as a buzzcut for every insecurity you would point out. *trigger warning*

Missing - “Hey PA.”

“I’m okay.” -  Calum and Y/N hate each other and Calum takes it too far by blaming Y/N for everything bad in the world during a fight.

Here - *trigger warning*

Here - Calum hates timezones.

No Reason -  plus-sized piece of writing that lives up to its label and shouldn’t be overlooked.

Night! - an upgrade of Period, the request I got for Luke.

Holiday - he’s nervous as fuck.

Late - he left, without a doubt nor an explanation.

Continue - his original plan.

Long Night - song pref.

“Suits you well.” - literally.

“That smells like me.” - stolen shirts.

“No.” - less talk, more sleeping.


Luke 

Eighth Month - how Luke reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

Okay Then - trigger warning!

Daddy’s Little Princess - Luke lashes out onto his daughter, causing her to cry and make him feel like a shit father.

Twins - You and Luke are twins, and you’re disappointed that he won’t be able to attend to your graduation, but then, he still goes to it nonetheless.

Princess - Luke lashes out and starts a fight with you since you forgot to wash his plaid shirt since you have a fever.

Sneeze - You and your family visits the Hemmings household for the tradition of having dinners in each others’ houses. Luke puts something in a dish that triggers your allergy, and one thing leads to another.

Disneyland - slight smut!

Pregnancy Duties - Luke is sure as hell prepared to be a father.

“I sure as hell won’t.” - Luke refuses to say goodbye and let go of you.

Silent Treatments - Luke hates silent treatments.

“This time, I mean it.” - “By that, you’re hurt.”

“Are these enough?” - “Take care of you, of course. No question ‘bout that love.”

Outcast - you’re the outcast of the school but that was bound to change with Luke striking up a conversation with you.

Crazy - slight smut!

Family - “Welcome to the family.”

Period - you get it unexpectedly while you sleep over at Luke’s, leading into something a little awkward but unforgettable.

Jealous - Luke’s jealous because you’re management team decides on making you fake-date a guy, which is not him.

So Damn Cute - slight smut!

Good Enough - “If I’m not good enough for my own fucking dad Luke, if I cna’t be enough for the one man that was supposed to protect me no matter what, then I will never be enough for you, or enough to make you stay. *somehow triggering*

Mornings - you hate waking up in the mornings without Luke by your side so you throw a little tantrum about it while you’re in the process of convincing him  to stay at home.

Cuddles - FIRST EVER PIECE OF MY WRITING THAT I POSTED HERE :))))

Waste The Night - An unplanned trip a year ago was basically what made you and Luke a couple, and for fucks sake, Luke prayed that it won’t end here too.”

Tired - He smirked, “Husband material, don’t mention it. I already know.”

Powder Power - “Just so you know, Lexie told me that I have the powder power.”

Permanent - “You got a tattoo for me?”

Hold On - you start losing people that are very dear to you, loved one after loved one, and you’re afraid that Luke might be too.

Famous Last Words - Luke’s struggling to fulfill his part in his relationship with you while you pretend to not notice until a misunderstanding happens, which may mend what the of you are now.

“Please tell me this isn’t goodbye.” - “I almost thought I actually lost you.”

Surprise - it’s your birthday.

End Of It - fluff in where your husband of more than thirty years, which is Luke, finds your old wedding dress.

The Nice Guy - Luke has a massive crush on you so he constantly goes to the restaurant you’re working in while you deny your feelings for him, but you jealousy prevails when he brings his ‘girlfriend’ for a PR stunt.

Good - Luke makes a way.


Michael

Eighth Month - how Michael reacts, especially when you’re on your eighth month of pregnancy.

Get Scared - Michael thought you were the shy and girly girlfriend which he was then proved wrong later on. 

Snorlax - Michael uses Pokemon GO as a valid and a legit reason to barge into your house and confess his feelings for you.

Sex Tape - The boys accidentally find the sex tape you and Michael recorded.

Target - Michael bribes his and your daughter, Elle, with ice cream to not tell you that his daddy lost her in Target, which she adorably failed doing so.

Four A.M. - the first chapter of this fanfic that I originally posted in wattpad.

Mr. Toddles - Your fish that’s very dear to you dies, causing you to cry and Michael misunderstands it as something else.

Lego Blocks - Ex-boyfriend!Michael

Ex-boyfriend!Michael -  Ex-boyfriend!Mikey is in L.A and forgets his keys to his flat in another country, he goes to Y/N, his ex-girlfriend in hopes since she has spare keys.

Enthusiasm -  Michael lacks the enthusiasm Y/N deserves every time he’s with her.

Sexually Frustrated - smut!

Bracelets - one of my favorites. Trigger warning!

“I don’t want her to grow up just yet.” - he really doesn’t want his and yours baby girl too.

His First Fucking Word - “This is a fucking weird family.”

Anytime - you need comfort, Michael supplies.

Brother - “You are so dead. I’m gonna tell mom.”

Together - you’re falling for the person you hate.

“You’re making me love you more.” - Michael adores you.

Pause - inspired by Marshall and Lily from How I Met Your Mother.

“That’s today?” - he forgets your birthday.

“Commitment, bitch.” - Michael carries around his and yours baby girl, carrying her diaper bag and grinning with you. He then completely shuts off someone who made a rude remark about it.

Stellar - Michael adores kids.

Viridian Green - unknown to the public’s eye is how Michael truly is once he’s inside these four walls that he considers as home.

Own You - Michael proves to you that your dyslexia doesn’t own you.

“They reminded me of you.” - tour is finally over.

Maybe - you and Michael are exes, warming up to each other slowly but surely to cope up with the fact that you’re his P.A. And maybe,it was bound to change just because of what he said.

I’m open to the possibility.” - that you don’t love me anymore.

Meant To Be - literally hours before your wedded to Michael.


Preferences

Sorry

Baby Names

Bed Love

Nervous

Ticklish


Blurbs

michael as a dad would include

michael giving hugs

whatever you do, don’t try to imagine michael…

giving michael the silent treatment

dating ashton

yeah but

luke annoying you

fights with michael

daddy!luke

imagine Michael groaning out

“It was supposed to be cool.”

Ashton as a dad

ok but imagine this concept

a couple of seconds

after having a fight with calum

princess

yeah but

“Don’t you even dare.”

daddy ashton in the sidelines

calum as a dad

hugging a tired calum

drunk of his ass calum

nights with luke

michael as a dad

stuttering wedding vows


Moodboards

different calum faces

Happy Birthday, Luke! ¾

Happy Birthday, Luke! 2/4

Happy Birthday, Luke! ¼

really happy michael

aesthetic!luke

pouty calum

as per requested

malum lives on forever

hey sunshine

idk why

fluff, i like that shit

really happy luke makes me really happy

this makes me so happy

happy birthday michael

happy birthday michael 2/3

happy birthday michael 3/3

when you know you’ve been right all along


Number Stuff

1. “You don’t know how long I waited for you to burst in those doors and tell that you love me again.” c a l m

2. “She’s beautiful.” c a l m

3. “Fuck you.” c a l m

4. “I wrote a song. And it’s for you.” c a l m

5. “Just please. Just this once. Let me in again in those walls of yours.” c a l m

6. Love Me or Leave Me  c a l m

7. “I’ve grown used to it.” c a l m

8. “It got stuck.” c a l m

9. “Fuck, that’s hot.” c a l m

10. “I can’t help it.” c a l m

11. Always  c a l m

12. “I don’t know what would happen to me if you leave. But I can assure you that I’m not going be the same once you do it.” c a l m

13. “Hey. Wake up.” c a l m

14. “Don’t make me say it.” c a l m

15. The End  c a l m

16. “You made me a promise, daddy. And you broke it.” c a l m

17. “I’m afraid I can’t do that baby girl.” c a l m

18. “Shut up.” c a l m

19. “Sing me to sleep?” c a l m

20. “I’m tired.” c a l m

21. “No matter how much you shut me out, I still love you. And I can’t deny it.” c a l m

22. “Oh my god.” c a l m

23. “I know just the thing, baby.” c a  l m

24. “You’re killing me when you do that.”  c a  l m

25. “What the hell are you doing here?”  c a  l m

26. “No. No. And another fucking no.”  c a  l m

27. “Hey.”  c a  l m

28. “Please?”  c a  l m

29. “She has your eyes.”  c a  l m

30. “This is so sappy I want to cry and kill you at the same time.”  c a  l m

31. “Rubber gloves are just underrated condoms.”  c a  l m

32. I Miss You   c a  l m

33. “Sup homeboy.”  c a  l m

34. “Is that my shirt that you’re wearing?”  c a  l m

35. “Woah. T-that’s hot.”  c a  l m

36. “You should wear my snapbacks more.”  c a  l m

37. “Stop saying that.”  c a  l m

38. “It’s funny. Seeing you again here. Same time, same place.”  c a  l m

39. “Trust me, I tried my best.”  c a  l m

40. Inside Out  c a  l m

41. “It’s so fluffy. I need to stab someone to be punk rock I guess.”  c a  l m

42. “Boo-hoo little bitch.”  c a  l m

43. “I made a playlist. And all of the songs reminded me of you.”  c a  l m

44. “That’s one hell of a good looking pilot.”  c a  l m
45. “You can never be her.”  c a  l m

46. “I’m glad you don’t wear that shit.”  c a  l m

47. “I don’t want to say goodbye. And I never will.”  c a  l m

48. FOOLS  c a  l m

49. “I notice the little things about you. And they make a shit ton of difference.”  c a  l m

50. “Were you just jerking off?  c a  l m


Angst Alphabet


Ships


Quote Stuff

don’t make this a flop

- one


Are these what you call recs?

uno

dos

tres


Associated accounts

@im-cool-ask-my-mom (main blog that I barely use, follows and likes come from here)

@foursevenyearolddorks

@wootwootnewt

@onedirectiondevotee

@five-sauce-incorporated

@fivesaucepreferences-two

(don’t even bother finding the other seven)



Series

I’ll redo and probably continue these ones when I sort out everything, promise.

Tattoo Artist!Michael - masterlist

CEO!Calum - masterlist

Gang Leader!Ashton - masterlist

Divorced!Luke - masterlist

Prince!Luke - masterlist

Stupidly in Love - masterlist


Let’s co-write together!

I’m officially opening a portion in which you can submit any kind of writing, may be an imagine, a preference, a blurb or just of any kind of writing!


Requests are and always will be open :) !


If you do know anything on how to make a masterlist that really is made for mobiles, kindly send me an ask/message me about it. Thank you!


Enjoy reading :)