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Can you explain your tags on that post about a ten years contract? Thank you!
Hi anon, i’ll
try my best (me and english: a notp ;)
The hiatus has
never made sense to me. Regardless of what Liam said, it seems that they have
commitments as solo artists for a long term (world tours –cheers-) so why didn’t they simply break up the band?
They could easily decide to come back together later, as a lot of boybands
already did. Why did they decide to stay on hiatus for so long? What’s more, it
looks like they have the same media image, and the resulting obligations, as
when they were active members of 1D. In particular, can Louis’ decision to stay with Simon and his situation with
Eleanor and Freddie be explained just saying their contract expired but he lost
a legal war with Syco? I’m not sold on this theory, given that the other boys
seem to have the same media image as before, too (Let’s talk, for example,
about Harry, shared clothes and blurry pictures, but also daddy Liam and carefree Niall ) So my theory (one of them at
least lol) is that their contract had a term, and obligations about the number
of albums and tours. They likely fulfilled the latter, but not the duration of the
contract, so they were free to go in hiatus and go solo ( with the right of first refusal ) but they still had to be
officially members of 1d (ergo, maintain that image), because their contract
was not expired. So, given what Liam said about 2020, the theory of that anon,
on a ten years contract after X-Factor, like for example Kelly
Clarkson with America Idol, can make sense to me. In any case, I hope they will be
free of Simon when they’ll be back (and they’ll be back because they want it,
not just because they have to)
edit: anon, i forgot to say (thanks to @afulltimelarrie who reminded me) that given that they didn’t have a tour for mitam, it’s also possible they had a ten years contract, fullfilled all ther albums/tours obligations but the tour for mitam and agreed on going in hiatus, on condition that they come back before the ten years mark for that tour. 2020 makes sense in this hypothesis too, because they would have a tour just before october/december 2020. Obviously, i prefer the other option, because i’d love to see them back together free from Simon, and not just because they have to. Either way, i don’t think they’re free yet,
It had been
ten years since Jack Kelly had last seen Davey Jacobs. After they’d grown too
old for selling papers, they’d gone their separate ways. He had gone into the
career of a political artist of sorts, his cartoons appearing in the papers on
a regular basis, and Davey had continued with his studies until he’d qualified
himself to become a teacher. A teacher who read the paper every morning, hoping
to see the artwork of his former best friend.
They didn’t fit in each other’s lives anymore, but that didn’t mean Davey didn’t
miss him. He’d sit staring at his wedding ring, painfully aware that its match
wasn’t on Jack’s finger. When he tucked his daughter in at night he’d wonder
what Jack would be like as a father. It was impossible to forget the love of
one’s life and so Davey still remembered it all, of course. How they’d kiss up
on the roof, and touch. Innocent, then not so innocent, then downright
scandalous. But they’d been kids. All guys did it, right? When they were that
age? It was a way to blow off steam, to practise before they moved on to courting
girls. To let Jack kiss him under the stars until his lips were sore.
Request: luuuuuuuuuv your writing! Please can you do a jack one where you take him home to celebrate your little sisters bday and he gets on so well with your family and everything and it makes you love him even more
Requests are OPEN!
A/N: PSA: There’s double “to” in this, it’s not a grammatical error! I hope you like it :)
Birthday’s were some of the most thought about days of the year, especially for an eleven year old. However, celebrating it with the family was not exactly how your little sister imagined her day. You knew she was a little upset when your parents told her a family barbecue was the way her day was going to go so you knew you had to do something extra special.
“Hey Kelly,” You called, walking into your backyard.
You had just arrived from your apartment in London and you wanted the first person you talk to to be the birthday girl. You watched as the blonde spun around from her chair and looked towards you with the biggest and brightest smile on her face. She ran over to you and hugged you like her life depended on it.
Although there was a big age difference, you and your sister were very close. Sure, your parents had you when they were pretty young and then ten years later, Kelly was brought into the world, but that didn’t stop you from doing normal sister things with her. She was your best friend and you wouldn’t miss her birthday for the world.
“I have a surprise for you in the car.” You whispered in her ear and before you could say anything else, she was speeding towards it. You followed her out and watched as she swung open the backseat door and screamed.
“Jack!” You watched as the smile she greeted you with grew a thousand times bigger.
Kelly and Jack had always gotten along, that’s actually how you met. She had been a fan of Jack’s for a while now and although you didn’t really see the appeal, you listened to her fall in love with him over and over again. The minute you moved to London for school, Kelly was convinced you were going to live in the same apartment as Jack, be neighbours and fall hopelessly in love with each other. Little did you know, she was right; about everything.
“Happy birthday, Kelly.” He said, climbing out of the car and wrapping his arms around your little sister.
A couple of hours later and the atmosphere within your backyard had changed. Kelly was smiling even bigger whenever she was around Jack and you couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that your little sister was probably more in love with Jack than you were.
“He’s a good guy, you know?” Your Uncle said, handing you a beer.
“You think?” You asked, trying to reassure yourself.
The minute you met Jack, you knew what kind of guy he really was; the guy your sister would never understand or know. However, all the casual conversations in the elevator or on the way to the mailbox changed your mind about him. He was just like any other guy; he put up a front about his personality but deep down, he was sweet and caring.
“When I was his age,” Your Uncle explained, sitting down next to you. “There’s was no way in hell I’d be caught dead at one of these things, let alone actually enjoy myself.”
You smiled as you watched Jack play with Kelly. She had a big smile on her face, he had a bigger one and you couldn’t help but fall even more in love with him, if that was even possible.
“I think you might be my sister’s new best friend.” You said to Jack, as he came over to you and sat down.
“I think she might be mine as well.” He joked, placing his hand on your thigh.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” He said, quickly pecking your lips before your family could see and start making jokes, as they had a habit of doing.
(this is livelikethiseverlasting btw, this is my main account:) For the prompt, could you do Jackcrutchie with your take on a story where they discover they're soulmates? If not (or perhaps both why not) Sprace with adopting? Thank you again. :)
Thank you! I’ll get to the Sprace one later xxx
Soulmates are a big deal. Like, imagine your whole world revolves around watching marks on your skin turn up and knowing that someone, anywhere in the world, maybe two doors away, maybe in Iceland, has the exact same marks on their skin. That assignment that you wrote on your hand? On theirs. Your birthmark behind your ear? Behind their ear too.
Charlie Morris was about six years old when his father sighed in relief when the bruises that kept cropping up on his skin stopped. Charlie was confused but he didn’t mention it.
Jack Kelly was ten years old when he ran into his foster mother’s room crying about the huge scar that appeared on his leg during the night. She soothed him, softly shushing before telling Jack that she needed to have a little chat with him about a thing called soulmates.
Fast forward to a twenty year old art student Jack Kelly walking into the cafiteria, looking around and finding his best friend’s Anthony ‘Racetrack’ Higgins and David Jacobs.
“Hey Jacky Boy.” Race waved. “Davey here thinks he’s found my soulmate. MY soulmate.”
“In my defense, Spot had pista written on his ankle.”
“Racetrack in Italian.” Davey explained to Jack. “Hey who’s that Race?”
Jack looked to see what Davey was talking about and saw a boy hobbling towards their group on crutches, waving at Race. Race ran up and fist bumped the boy before steering him to Jack and Davey.
“Guys, this is Charlie Morris, otherwise known as Crutchie.”
“Is that not a little…demeaning?” Jack enquired.
“Nah dude, its cool.” Crutchie smiled crookedly, cheeks flaring a bright red. He walked over to the table but bumped his hip off of it. “Ow, shit.” Jack raised a concerned, questioning eyebrow but Crutchie just waved him off.
“So tell us about yourself Crutchie.” Davey asked, biting a celery stick.
“Well, I’m nineteen years old, a psycology major and I enjoy running.”
Jack choked on his orange juice and Crutchie burst out laughing, his sides splitting with laughter.
“Oh my God.” Crutchie gasped. “Your faces…priceless.”
The conversation continued and by the end of lunch Crutchie was an integral member of the group, getting along swimmingly with all the boys.
When Jack got home and undressed for bed, he noticed a large bruise on his hip. He thought back over the day to see when he could have hit his hip when he remembered Crutchie hitting his hip.
“Could it be?” Jack thought to himself. He then thought of a plan for tomorrow, smiling slightly to himself.
The next day, Jack made sure he was sitting next to Crutchie at lunch. He took out a pen and discretely drew a loveheart on his hand and waited for Crutchie to notice.
A few minutes later Crutchie pushed up his too long sweather sleeves and spotted the heart, sighing softly.
“Ahem.” Jack made a soft noise. Crutchie looked over to him and Jack motioned to his hand. Crutchie glanced down and gasped sweetly. He looked up at Jack, gazing into his eyes for a moment before Jack cupped his cheek and kissed him softly.
Idk if you are feeling it, but ever since the Hawkeye-Havoc undercover date fic you wrote, I've been craving me some Royai undercover investigating a prostitution ring...but this time Roy's taking initiative with who he wants as a "scene partner" if you catch my drift. Of course the gang's all there and shenanigans happen left and right. You better believe Havoc and Rebecca are taking full advantage of the roleplay scenario. I'm garbage throw me away.
I took this mission like it was a calling. Because the moment you sent this, I knew that I had to write it and then I started writing it and it got way out of control. I love writing sleazy assholes, mostly because I just picture guys that I’ve waited on (who have said and done things like this before) and combine them with a few of my past coworkers. Also, I love the idea that Roy has to watch as Riza gets flirted with left and right and can't shit about it. There perhaps aren’t as many shenanigans from the crew because I focused on Riza and the mission, but you better believe I used the word “straddle”.
Riza tapped her foot impatiently as she stood at the mouth of an alley outside of a swanky club and thought not for the first time, I’m going to kill that man. Future goals be damned, she was going to murder Roy Mustang.
It wasn’t just the outfit that she’d been forced to wear or the fact that she’d had to wear it a total of six times. It wasn’t the fact that her new “boss” kept making a lot of comments that weren’t the least bit subtle about her “moving up” in the business. It wasn’t the smug grin from Rebecca, who had somehow managed to get the surveillance job that Riza had wanted because “pregnant women aren’t as attractive”, or Havoc’s waggling eyebrows from behind the bar every time she picked up a drink from him. It wasn’t the way Fuery’s face went bright red every time he saw her in her new “uniform” or the exaggerated lewd behavior from Breda as he flashed money in the air.
No, what really got under Riza’s skin was the way Roy’s dark eyes seemed to find her no matter where she was. She couldn’t stand the way he looked at her with such open lust. It was part of the job. He couldn’t look at her like she was his adjutant or a lamp in the corner of the room. He had to play his part of the attracted customer wanting more than just a bourbon on the rocks. But he wasn’t playing at anything. She saw the way he looked at her, like she was the most desirable thing in the world, and he wanted her. Not in that he wanted to flirt or play with her for an hour, but in that he wanted to take her back to his place and explore every inch of her skin with his eyes, hands, and lips.
It was enough to feel so hot under the collar that she could barely breathe whenever she caught his eyes. She felt herself squirming even as she walked, gripping the tray in her hands tighter, and almost blushing as she tried to speak to her customers. To be honest, she couldn’t tell if she wanted him to stop or for him to come up from behind her and take her away from her and do all the things that damn gaze of his promised.
We tend to see a lot of the same books around the YA community so we thought about doing a list of some of our favorite underrated books. These are the ones that we’d love to see more edits, gifsets, fanmix, discussions being brought here on tumblr and other social medias. Take a look at the summaries and find which one fits more what you like to read about, they may surprise you with an amazing story!
He’s part Win, the lonely teenager exiled to a remote Vermont boarding school in the wake of a family tragedy. The guy who shuts all his classmates out, no matter the cost.
He’s part Drew, the angry young boy with violent impulses that control him. The boy who spent a fateful, long-ago summer with his brother and teenage cousins, only to endure a secret so monstrous it led three children to do the unthinkable.
Over the course of one night, while stuck at a party deep in the New England woods, Andrew battles both the pain of his past and the isolation of his present.
Before the sun rises, he’ll either surrender his sanity to the wild darkness inside his mind or make peace with the most elemental of truths—that choosing to live can mean so much more than not dying.”
“Harper has a secret…and it’s not that she likes girls. She has a rare and special gift: she can see how old other people will be when they pass away. Nothing she does changes this number, and that becomes especially clear when her mother dies in a car crash. With only one other person in the world who knows about and shares her gift, Harper is determined to keep her distance from everyone. Then she falls for Chloe… whose number is 16.
That means that Chloe doesn’t have twelve months to live. She doesn’t even have six. She is going to be dead by the end of the summer, unless Harper can find a way to stop it.”
“Ten years ago, God gave Braden a sign, a promise that his family wouldn’t fall apart the way he feared.
But Braden got it wrong: his older brother, Trey, has been estranged from the family for almost as long, and his father, the only parent Braden has ever known, has been accused of murder. The arrest of Braden’s father, a well-known Christian radio host, has sparked national media attention. His fate lies in his son’s hands; Braden is the key witness in the upcoming trial.
Braden has always measured himself through baseball. He is the star pitcher in his small town of Ornette, and his ninety-four-mile-per-hour pitch al- ready has minor league scouts buzzing in his junior year. Now the rules of the sport that has always been Braden’s saving grace are blurred in ways he never realized, and the prospect of playing against Alex Reyes, the nephew of the police officer his father is accused of killing, is haunting his every pitch.
Braden faces an impossible choice, one that will define him for the rest of his life, in this brutally honest debut novel about family, faith, and the ultimate test of conviction.
“All London Noble wanted out of her senior year of high school was anonymity. The complete opposite of Jasmine, her emotionally unstable baby sister, London has worked hard to stay out of the spotlight.
Then she discovers that Wade, one of the most popular guys in school, is gay like her and their new-found closeness based around their shared secret has half the student body convinced they’re hooking up…and a lot of girls aren’t happy about it. Now she’s been dubbed “Dirty London.” Rumors are flying about her inability to keep her clothes on, and London is pretty sure she’s developing a crush on the one girl who sees through it all.
If she could admit why stealing boyfriends is the last thing on her mind—not to mention find out what’s going on with Jasmine and her rapidly disappearing psych medications—her life would be a much brighter place. But if her and Wade’s truth gets out, and if she doesn’t find a way to help her sister, London faces losing a lot more than her obscurity.”
“Samantha McAllister looks just like the rest of the popular girls in her junior class. But hidden beneath the straightened hair and expertly applied makeup is a secret that her friends would never understand: Sam has Purely-Obsessional OCD and is consumed by a stream of dark thoughts and worries that she can’t turn off.
Second-guessing every move, thought, and word makes daily life a struggle, and it doesn’t help that her lifelong friends will turn toxic at the first sign of a wrong outfit, wrong lunch, or wrong crush. Yet Sam knows she’d be truly crazy to leave the protection of the most popular girls in school. So when Sam meets Caroline, she has to keep her new friend with a refreshing sense of humor and no style a secret, right up there with Sam’s weekly visits to her psychiatrist.
Caroline introduces Sam to Poet’s Corner, a hidden room and a tight-knit group of misfits who have been ignored by the school at large. Sam is drawn to them immediately, especially a guitar-playing guy with a talent for verse, and starts to discover a whole new side of herself. Slowly, she begins to feel more “normal” than she ever has as part of the popular crowd … until she finds a new reason to question her sanity and all she holds dear.”
The Isolated Lives of North Dakota’s Gay Oil Field Workers
Homophobia never lingers far from the surface. “I was at a bar the other night, when this guy started calling me a ‘fucking queer,’” Jon Kelly, a burly 29-year-old real estate developer who moved to Williston four years ago, told me. “I’ve been out for ten years, and nobody’s ever said that to me.”
Kelly tried to defuse the situation. But when the drunken taunting wouldn’t stop, he was left with no other option: “I punched him in the face, knocked him down to the ground,” Kelly told me. “And I told him, 'You just got your ass beat by a fucking queer.’”
Talking Ten Years of ‘It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia’ with Two of Its Stars
This post originally appeared on VICE UK.
It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia started ten years ago
as a pet project between a few friends who didn’t know dick about making
a TV show. As it enters its eleventh season this January, it has grown
into the cable television equivalent of the beloved neighborhood drunk
everyone gravitates toward at the bar, spouting real truths about the
world while teetering on his bar stool. Its characters, morally bankrupt
friends in their 30s and a sordid father figure played by Danny DeVito,
have become household names. Part of the reason Sunny has been
so successful, despite its lack of fancy awards to place on the mantle,
is its rabid cult following, which has helped to spread the word about
the show and stuck with it even through its ascent into mainstream
As it’s gained a broader audience, the show has
also managed to hold onto the fucked up storylines and psychopathic
behavior of its characters that have been its hallmark since 2005. The
show uses the gang of five dysfunctional, alcoholic, occasionally
drug-addicted, narcissistic bar owners as a mirror, reflecting the
push-pull extremities of American society and politics, and the
personalities at either end of the spectrum. They are also, for all
their awful qualities, pretty endearing characters, even if you’d never
want to hang out with them in real life.
A new teaser trailer for
the upcoming eleventh season came out earlier this week, so I took the
opportunity to get in touch with two of its stars and writers, Glenn
Howerton (Dennis Reynolds) and Charlie Day (Charlie Kelly), for a chat
about the past ten years.