thanks to paul for sending this to me

Selfcare tips for smart cookies who are sad

If you want to feel a little better mon amour, i gathered some things i like to do in hopes that it’ll help you!

🌸 go ahead and hop into the shower. take a few minutes to really massage that schampoo into your hair. clean and fresh YAS

🌸 use a body lotion and use one that smells good(i recommend “very sexy” by Victorias Secret) (because it’s very sexy hihi)

🌸 put on a nice parfume, if you don’t have one you can borrow from a family member/friend or you can buy one(i recommend “viva la juicy” by juicy couture and “eternity aqua” by calvin clein) (somewhat expensive but sooo good y'all can come here and i’ll give u you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture everyone gets juicy couture

🌸 take a few moments and write a list about things that make you happy(for example: coffee, holding hands with your grandma, all the relationships you’re gonna have in the future, re-reading your favourite book, family dinners, when the leaves turn orange in autumn)

🌸 make yourself or buy your comfort food(s), mine being tortellini, vegan pizza and coffee mmmmmmm coffee

🌸 send out a few sincere compliments to people. tell your friend what you love about her/him/hen, tell your mom you’re thankful for everything she does. alot of times giving love means getting love and nothing bad about good karma am i right

🌸 write down everything that bothers you on a piece of paper, start with “dear maya..” or “dear paul..” write it for a person thats never gonna read it (or if you feel like you want too you can always message me and rant about your whole life I’m all yours)

🌸 if you don’t wanna think about something you can always try to learn a new language via duolingo, it really gets you focused on something else(advice from your coach-my self- i think you should learn swedish or french because they’re both equally hard and beautiful) if thats not something you find intresting you can always pick up a feel-good book, my favourite being “Anna and the french kiss” by Stephanie Perkins! light up some candles, make yourself some tea and cuddle down somewhere

🌸 watch a movie or tv-show!! i was really unhappy at one point but then i somehow started watching Jane The Virgin and it was sooooo funny and soooo good(the hype is real, watch) and it made me feel better

🌸 look up some nice quotes, my faves are
• “And then there’s light, It just takes time”
• “Pleure: les larmes sont les pétales du cœur.” (which is French for “Cry: tears are the heart’s petals.”)
• “Choose to be happy, It feels better”

🌸 listen to happy songs
• Classic by MKTO
• Price Tag by Jessie J(old but always get’s me dancing)
• Can’t Stop The Feeling by Justin Timberlake
• Forget You by CeeLo Green(forreal this is sooo good hahah)

🌸 before you go to bed, moisturize your face with a tiny bit of coconut oil - also put on some chapstick because you’ll wake up with a smooth face and soft lips and you’ll feel like a queen mon chérie

🌸 if you ever feel worthless, read this
• i am so happy you’re here
• i think you’re the cutest person that has ever read this
• i believe that you will reach your dream, whatever it may be, and you will be awesome
• relax, drop your shoulders, breath
• dogs everywhere love you and they get so excited when they see you because they wanna say Hello so badly
• with every breath you take, you help plants and flowers live
• you’re making a difference
• you’re stronger than you think
• you have a great sense of humour that people enjoy
• everything is better when you’re around


Hey, friends!

It’s Meg and I’m so happy to be back! Special thanks to Paul for giving us two wonderful tutorials!

Today we’re going to have a little conversation about the dreaded ‘art style’ everyone seems to be in search of! As I was writing this I realized much of it is what I wish I could tell younger me, so excuse me if it gets a lil’ sappy!

As always,if you have any recommendations for tutorials send them in to this blog or my personal blog. Keep practicing, have fun, and I’ll see you next Tuesday!

Words Fail (Mike Faist X Reader)

Prompt requested by @jetblackheartandsoul -mike faist x reader where reader is Justin Paul’s sister ( one of the songwriters for DEH) and helps cast mike as Connor and helps him develop his character and through this they catch feelings and a lot of fluff???? Thanks so much!!!!! Keep up the incredible work!!

A/N- thanks so much for the request! Don’t be afraid to send me some in my ask box! Also let me know if you would like a part two with opening night because I’d love that sm 👍😊

Y/N’s P.O.V
I was so ecstatic to be working with my brother Justin on his new show, Dear Evan Hansen. I didn’t really have an official title on my job yet, but all I knew was that I was going to help him choose who was gonna be cast and help them out during rehearsal. I guess you could say I’m an acting coach!

I sat in one of the chairs behind the long desk filled with papers, pencils, coffee and water. Your typical director desk. I twiddled a pencil with my thumbs as we waited for auditions to start. I turned my head to look at my brother to my right and put my hand on his shoulder.

“You excited?” I asked grinning at him. I was so incredibly proud and happy for him. He had done so many other projects like Dogfight and James and The Giant Peach, but his work is just so inspirational and I know it’s gonna such a big show one day.

He smiled back at me.
“Yep! Can’t wait.”
Today they were auditioning for the role of Connor Murphy so we were all excited to see who came.

Auditions were going pretty well so far, all of the guys were extremely talented so it was gonna be hard to pick who would be the one. We all sat around the table looking at all their resumes trying to figure out who was the best. The one auditioner never left my mind. I think his name was Mike? He looked kinda familiar, because I think he had been in newsies before.

“So is this our guy?” Ben asked. I broke out of my state and looked to see who they were considering. It was some short blonde that didn’t impress me what so ever. I nudged Justin’s arm to get his attention.
“Yeah, Y/N?” I leaned over to look at the headshots.
“May I?” I asked them gesturing towards the documents. They nodded immediately and scooted back a bit. I noticed right off the bat that they treated me like I was extremely important, when I was just Justin’s sister.

I started to look for the boy that I thought they should reconsider for the role of Connor. I finally found his picture and I learned his name, Mike Faist.
“I really liked this guy, what about him?” I asked them. Ben took the picture from me and the rest of he guys began to deliberate.
Justin nudged my arm.
“Why do you want him? Do you like him?” My brother asked wiggling his eyebrows. I pushed his chest gently.
“No!” My cheeks turned a light pink and I giggled. Well, I don’t know.

It’s been about a week since the cast of Dear Evan Hansen has been released. The guys took Mike into consideration and ended up casting him, which made me the happiest I had ever been. They had a read through yesterday, and I couldn’t help but be amazed at all the work that was put into this show. I hope they make it to Broadway one day.

Anyways, today was the day that they were going to begin character development. I was unsure as to if I would help out much because I had no idea how big my part was on the production team. I was lost in thought while sipping my coffee when I heard my name being called.
“And Mike you’ll go with uh, hey Y/N!” I heard Michael call for me. I looked up and raised my eyebrows.
“Would you mind helping Mike with character development? Since you’re really good with acting too.”

I blushed and nodded.
“No problem. Come on Mike.” I turned to walk towards the doors of the practice space and my eyes widened at my surge of confidence.
“How are you?” I asked politely as we walked out into the empty hallway. He smiled at me.
“I’m good thanks, how are you?”
“I’m great. So first things first, when you first read the script, what did you feel when reading Connor.” I asked him putting my hands on my hips.

He thought for a couple seconds and then answered.
“I felt helpless. Like he’s extremely upset with his life and hates everything, but can’t feel like he can do anything to help it.” I nodded and pondered a thought for a second.
“Can I see your script?” I asked nodding my head towards it.
“Of course.” He stated sticking his hand out with it in it.
“Thanks.” I flipped open to a page that I thought would work best and found the scene.

“Okay with that thought in your head, read this for me.” I said pointing to the sentence that Connor would say. Mike read it and it was good, but it could be better. He looked up at me waiting for my response.
“That was good. So you said that you get a helpless vibe from Connor?” He nodded.
“Why do you believe he feels helpless? What led him to feeling that way?”

I couldn’t help but feel like I was really into something and that this character would come out absolutely fantastic. He bit his lip and thought for a bit.
“Well, he probably has been diagnosed with depression so it probably got worse as time went on, because he did to want to bother his parents with his problems. He would’ve felt bad.” I nodded and smiled at him. He smiled back and I felt my heart melt.

“Read that part again with that in mind.” He did just that and it was ten times better. I really felt what the audience is supposed to feel when that sentence is said, and what Connor is supposed to feel.

I continued to help Mike out with a couple more scenes and they all were beginning to sound really strong already. We bonded a lot through our time together and I got to learn a lot about him.

“How was it like being in Newsies compared to this show?” I asked him. We were now sitting next to each other in the back corner of the rehearsal space as everyone else did their miscellaneous tasks. He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.
“I mean Newsies was a lot harder physically and the music is different obviously, but the main difference might be that I didn’t have long hair.” I giggled at his comment.

“I mean it really is hard to imagine you with short hair!” I told him agreeing with him. He turned his head to look at me and I looked up at him. We both smiled at each other and neither of us turned their heads.
“Cmon love birds we’re gonna run Waving Through a Window.” Justin called over winning at us. My face began to burn and I got up along with Mike.

I stood to the side watching them begin to choreograph what would be my favorite number of the show. Justin came over to my side and nudged me.
“So you and Mike huh?” He whispered wiggling his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes and lightly pushed him.
“We just met, nothing is gonna happen.” I told him.
“We’ll see.” He sang as he walked over to Ben. I laughed to myself but thought, will something happen?
“There’s no way that’s the funniest meme!” I playfully scolded Mike. We were getting off topic again during rehearsal, but I mean he wasn’t in many scenes, so we got through everything. Mike was trying to convince me that the grumpy cat memes was better than the bad luck Brian meme.

“Yes there is! Have you seen it? There is nothing funnier than animals looking pissed off.” He told me chuckling. I shook my head and took a sip of my coffee.
“What’s funnier is reading about other people’s failures.” I told him raising my eyebrows.
“I guess.” He sighed in defeat.
I looked around the room and noticed that Justin and Ben were the only ones here. Mike noticed me looking and looked around himself just as confused as me.
“Wait what time is it?” He asked me.
“6:00 pm” Justin answered. Rehearsal has ended at 5:15. “You both were too busy talking to notice.” He said winking at us. I rolled my eyes. That was a very common reaction when talking to my brother.

Mike and I both up to grab our things. I waited for him to pick up his belongings before I turned toward the door.
“I had fun talking to you about memes, Y/N.” Mike said as we stood outside the doorway. I smiled.
“Me too Mike Faist, we should do it again sometime.” He began to blush and I noticed his breathing quicken.
“How does Friday night sound, during dinner?” He asked me. My heart began to beat extremely fast and then I nodded. I’d like that. We exchanged phone numbers and before we could leave the building, two hands went on our shoulders.

“It’s about time you two got together. I was betting on it since Y/N saw you audition.”
“Justin!” I said yelling at him and giving him a dirty look. He just laughed and turned to Mike.
“You break her heart I will kill you.” He told Mike and he just chuckled.
“It’s funny how you think I’m kidding.” Mike stopped and nodded quickly.
“Noted.” He told him.

My brother may be annoying, but he got me a job and a hot date. ;)

Agh I hate this, but I hope you all enjoy it! Sorry it took so long! Have a great day my lovelies!

doubleohnothing  asked:

i've fallen in love with trans!percy thanks to your blog omg can we please have some more headcanons? maybe about percy at school or annabeth and his relationship?

sorry this is so late!!!!!! glad i saved it for tdov though haha ☆

okay so i was just thinking about this but (1) trans percy goes down to visit his fathers kingdom or just chill in the ocean and other sea creature start calling him “legs” and at first he thinks their being sexist and catcalling (fishcalling?) him and gets mad until he realizes that hes the only person down there with legs??

2) not once does he experience transphobia in his fathers kingdom, from any ‘magical’ creature, or even from monsters. theyll stab him and poison him, but they never misgender him and he thinks thats the weirdest and somehow most refreshing thing ever

3) some of the kids at camp can be a bit ignorant, and some of the ares cabin can be pretty harsh about “are you man enough??” but it never strikes him as transphobic. most kids who are transphobic get a nice, long discussion with mr d (bad cop) and chiron (good cop) about Trans Livin’ tm… overall, though, after spending so many days riding pegasi and taking archery lessons from a guy whos half horse, trans people arent really that fantastical/surprising. “who cares if that guy has a vagina? i saw a chick with two weird snake bodies legs. THATS fucked up.”

4) annabeth admits she’s never felt too much like a girl OR a boy, but at the same time feels she might be both. percy comes out as trans to her then, and she pretends to be surprised (“oh wow! i didnt know. we have so much in common.” “you suck at lying, wise girl.” “ive seen your boobs, percy.” “…oh… i forgot.”). theyre very supportive of each other, always and forever - which is canon more than headcanon ;3c

5) paul and sally are of course the best parents a guy could ask for. paul never, NEVER tells percy “maybe you should go to your mom about that?” when he comes to him for advice. paul knows that percy comes to him for Man Stuff and even if Man Stuff isnt always Cis Man Stuff, paul still wants to be able to help, so he’ll give the best insight he can or occasionally even say “ask me again tomorrow, i’ll sleep on it” and then spend all might learning whatever he can to help percy. he doesnt care what anyone says, percy is his son, and that will never, never change (unless percy says it does, but, thats different)

6) trans percy got me emotional, my dudes, i just. i just really love trans percy, hell yes

thank you for sending the ask! - mod will

Sick - Evgeni Malkin (PT Diaries, Episode 10)

Requested by anons: In love with PT diaries😍, could part 8 possible be Parise trying to pursue the reader? Geno gets super jealous and maybe he kisses her out of anger ?

Could you please do another PT Diaries where another player is nice to you and Geno’s upset about it but you’re like “no way are we doing this again. Especially while you’re injured” (sorta like part 5??) Thank You!!!

A/N: Okay, this sucks a lot and has nothing to do with the prompts and I’m awful. I’m so sorry. I hate it. Ugh. Send me brutal criticism, I deserve it.

Word count: 1108

Warnings: none other than stomach sickness.

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Our trip to Minnesota couldn’t have been more turbulent and I am still not feeling well by the time we get to the hotel. We are staying in Saint Paul for a couple days and then in Detroit for another two before going back to Pittsburgh.

“Feeling any better?” Michelle Crechiolo, and my roommate, asks me.

I shake my head, using my thumb and index finger to pinch the bridge of my nose. I am quite dizzy, my head is pounding and my stomach is rather upset after getting motion sickness on the plane and then endure a bus trip from the airport to the hotel.

“Maybe you should stay here and skip practice today.” She suggests and I nod, plopping myself on the bed and burying my head on the pillow. “I’ll tell everyone. Get better, babe.”

I don’t say anything but I hear the door opening and shutting behind her, leaving me by myself. The room is dark and I can feel myself drifting into sleep, snuggling into my pillows. Knocks on my door wake me up and I try to get on my feet as soon as I can and open the door, finding Geno on the other side of the door, holding himself up with his crutches.

“Geno, hi.” I say, rubbing my eyes. The pounding in my head and the dizziness are pretty much gone but my stomach is still upset.

“Michelle say you are sick.” He tells me. “Guys are worry.”

“I’m feeling a little better.” I smile a little trying to convince him, or convince myself. “I’ll be okay for dinner.”

“Good.” He says, pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear on a swift move. His hand lingers on the side of my face for a second, caressing my jawline until he gets it back to his side. “Uvidimsja (I’ll see you later).”

“Geno…” I warn him. He hasn’t taught me that one yet.

“It means ‘see you later’.” He says and I nod, trying to remember the word.

“Bye.” I wave at him, shutting the door carefully.

The Xcel Energy Center is buzzing with excitement as the players from both teams jump on the ice, there are quite a few Penguins fans on Minnesota. I’m still feeling quite sick, but I stand on the bench, helping Fleury tape his wrists for the game when I see him, Zach Parise.

“(y/n), long time no see.” He says, leaning on the edge of the bench.

“Zach.” I acknowledge him. “How is your thigh?”

“It’s alright.” He says, putting his leg up and stretching his muscles. “How are you?”

“I’m good. Nothing to report.” I laugh, finishing Flower’s wrists up and helping him with his gloves so he can jump on the ice.

“I’ll say something.” He tells me and I raise an eyebrow. “You are looking stunning today.”

“Of course I do.” I say, shaking my head. “Go away, Parise.”

He smirks and skates away, joining his team for warmups. I bite my lower lip before turning around and walking towards my spot on the staff line-up when I see Geno looking at me, anger clear on his face. He is sitting on a chair next to the bench, supporting his teammates before going to his private suite to watch the game.

“I’m not doing this again, Geno.” I warn him when I see the rage in his facial features. I have only seen him this mad once, an Zach Parise was also involved. “When you are injured. Not now. Not never.”

“I don’t like him.” He just says and I shake my head.

“Why do you care?” I whisper, trying to keep my anger at bay. We are surrounded by people and I don’t feel like giving the team, staff and fans a show.

“He is not good for you.” He tells me and I groan, wanting to slap him.

“We were talking, Geno.” I say. “TAL-KING.” I articulate.

And then I have to run, going straight to the bathroom and throwing up all the content of my stomach. I have eaten very little since yesterday when we landed, but everything it’s going down the drain.

“(y/n)?” I hear a voice behind me. I know who it is, so I don’t turn around. “You good?”

I nod, but as I do I gag again and I throw up bile.

“You need doctor.” Geno says and I wave my hand, trying to say no. “You need to sleep.”

I’m not going to say no to that, I feel exhausted. After a couple minutes I get on my feet and splash some water on my face. Geno is looking at me with a concerned look and I give him a small smile.

“I think I’m gonna go to the hotel.” I tell him and he nods.

“I’m going with you.” He says and I don’t argue.

Geno tells everyone that I am not feeling well and the Wild’s therapist agrees to treat our team if something happens when I am gone. We get into a taxi, seating on the back. Geno holds me close to him, keeping an eye on me in case I feel sick again, but we make it to the hotel without any incidents and Geno pays up before I can even open up my bag.

“I feel bad.” I say and he chuckles.

“I know. Sleep will help.” He answers me and I shake my head, following him across the hotel reception to the elevator.

“No, no, no, not that. Well, that too.” Great, my brain isn’t working now. “You are missing the game and you paid the taxi and…”

“You are sick.” He cuts me off. “We can watch game here.”

We take the elevator and go up to the tenth floor to my room, using my card to get inside. Geno walks to the bedside table and grabbing the remote, turning the TV on and going through the channels until he finds the game. Five minutes in the second period and the Penguins are winning one to nothing. I change into a pair of leggings and sweatpants and crawl on the bed, sitting next to Geno.

“Thanks for bringing me back.” I whisper after a while of both of us just watching the game in silence.

“Budet delat’ eto v tysjachu raz (I’d do it a thousand times).” He says and I look at him; he has said that to me before when I cut my foot with a piece of glass.

“That means ‘you are welcome’, right?” I ask and he gives me a sideway smile.

“Kind of.” He says and we go back to watch the game.


Not my gif. Gif credit goes to the amazing creators.

Anonymous said:Is it okay if we send in like sentences for you guys to turn into One-shots / imagines? If so can you do one with “last time you said you had a surprise for me I ended up pregnant” With Paul? If not you can just ignore this message 😅

A/N: Omfg this is gold! Where the hecky did you even think of this? I stated before, I literally spat my Coke out the other night when I saw this one and my mum gave me a weird look. But anyway, thank you so much for blessing us with this request! I hope that I’ve made this everything you imagined, lovely! - Admin Kat 💟

Imagine: Paul declaring that he has a surprise for you and you just respond with “The last time you had a surprise for me, I ended up pregnant!”.

Ambling in through your front door, you were ambushed by your conspicuous husband whom leaned against the banister that belonged to the stairs. There was an ardent and mischievous tint to his beautiful brown orbs that only seemed to spell out… trouble.

As though you had hardly noticed, you cut through to the left, - directly ignoring the clear message that Paul Lahote, your husband, desperately wanted your attention -, and into the safety of the kitchen you were… or so you thought.

“So, how was work, babe?” Paul came striding in after you, hot on your trail, as though you were the sun and he were a planet propelling around you; attracted to the very warm rays that you projected.

“Just cut to the chase, baby. I didn’t have to deal with my ass-hat of a boss today to come home to you plotting and conniving behind my back.” you stated as you retrieved an orange from the kitchen counter before promptly turning to face your hunk of a husband; to which, he stopped shortly before he slammed into you. “So, if you have something to say, just come right out and say it. None of this ‘spontaneous’ and ‘out of the blue’ crap. Okay?” You emphasized with your famous Hand Quotations.

It seemed that the very words he wished to state were robbed from his very throat and tongue. “Well, since you’re putting it that way…” he grins out nonchalantly, leaning against the kitchen counter and looming over you.

It was within an instant that his large asperous fingers dauntlessly tickled beneath the hem of your top, tracing loving circles that could not be seen by the mere human eye. His eyes were entirely entranced with what seemed to be playing on out in his head, but you didn’t seem to be catching on.

“Can you get to the point, baby? I’ve got Supernatural and Pretty Little Liars to catch up on and you’re taking up my precious time.” you grinned up at him, knowing very well that this was digging into his skin.

A wolfish grin flashed across his features as he dipped his head down to your ear. “I have a surprise for you.” Those were his words, breathed seductively into your ear, and although they melted every cell in your body to a puddle, you saw through this: And your own toothy grin beamed across your expression.

The last time that you had a surprise for me, I ended up pregnant!” you declared loud and clear in his ear. “I’m appreciative of the surprise, but it’s not really one any more; and besides, Our little cute brat is just enough for me right now. So, unless you’re bagging on binge watching Supernatural with me, I think you should take care of your little issue.” you hummed up to him, your hand rubbing his arm as you took a peek downwards.

In all the time the pair of you had been together, Paul had never been so stunned… or so quiet.

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My personal favorite lyrics from each DEH song

Does anybody have a map: no specific line but Rachel Bay Jones is a Queen and kills it through out the entire show.

Waving through a window:

For Forever:
Basically all of it from when Evan climbs up and then falls out of the tree to the end of the song but mostly
-I’m on the ground
My arm goes numb
I look around
And I see him come to get me
He comes to get me
And everything’s okay

Sincerely me (aka the only song that doesn’t make me want to scream or sob):
-Smoking drugs
-The only man that I love is my dad

-I gave you the world and you threw it away
-Cause when the villains fall the kingdoms never weep
-that YOU WERE NOT THE MONSTER that I knew

If I could tell her:
-He thought you looked really pretty er-
You looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair
-I love youu I LoVe YoUuuuuu I LOVE YOUUUUU

-Make me more that just an abandoned memory
-No one should flicker out
-All you need is for somebody to find you

You will be found:
-Let that lonely feeling wash away
-There’s a place where you don’t have to feel alone
And every time you call out you’re a little less unknown
-When you’re broken on the ground
You will be found

To break in a glove:
-Or you’re just trying to do what’s best for a kid who’s lost control
(This isn’t that emotional of a song but this single phrase breaks my heart every god damn time)

Only us:
-I don’t need you to sell me on reasons to want you
-Try to quiet the noises in your head
We can’t compete with all that
-If you like me for me and nothing else

Good for you
-well I’m sorry you had it rough and I’m sorry I’m not enough
-(JARED!!!!)and if somebody’s in your way crush them and leave them behind
-(EVANNNN) like a train coming off the track cause the rails and my bones all crack I’ve got to find a way to StOp iT sToP It JUST LET ME OOOOOFFF
(this is probably one of my top 5 moments in the show I love Ben platt so much how does he have so much talent)

Words fail: (I have a love hate relationship with this song because it is hands down my favorite song but it makes me sob uncontrollably 10/10 times. The way that Ben platt can be sobbing and still sing so flawlessly wows me to no end)
-I never had that perfect girl who somehow could see the good parts of me
-nothing can make sense of all these things I’ve done
-cause if I just believe then I don’t have to see what’s really there
-I’d rather pretend something other than these broken parts, pretend I’m something other than this mess that I am (THIS IS THE LINE THAT GETS ME AGGSGHHKK IM AN EMOTIONAL WRECK)
-how do I step into the sun

So big So small:
-I knew I’d come up short a million different ways
And I did
And I do
And I will
-your mom isn’t going anywhere your mom is staying right here

-today at least you’re you and thats
-we could be alright for forever this way

I live in Phoenix, Arizona and there is a
.0001% chance that I will ever get to see DEH in New York bc I can’t afford to travel across the country, but tbh I would probably drive everyone out of the theater with the amount of crying that would occur if I ever saw the musical on broadway. So I send my love and thanks from a distance. This musical has had such an impact on my life this year. I’ve never connected to something more in my life and sometimes I get so emotional while I’m listening to the sound track that have to take a break for like a week so I can take a rest from crying. Thank you Pasek and Paul. Thank you Steven Levenson. Thank you Ben Platt. Thank you to the rest of the cast for touching my heart so deeply. You have all made me feel so understood and you’re doing so much more for people than you’re probably ever going to be aware of. Thank you all so much.

anonymous asked:

Can you write a oneshot where Paul pretends to be annoyed (he's actually ridiculously amused) when John calls him by corny pet names?

ah omg okay first of all im sorry i haven’t really gotten around to doing the prompts. but this is cute! 


“Angel face, do you mind making a cuppa tea for your beloved?” John pokes at Paul, who was sitting on the floor in front of their sofa. “What? Why can’t you do it?” Paul rolls his eyes, but if he had to admit it, he would say his stomach flipped with butterflies at the ridiculous nickname. “Because my stomach is not doin’ so well, and I just know you want to help me feel better, Pumpkin.” Paul knew John wasn’t lying, he had been lying on the sofa all day.

Paul keeps his annoyed facade on, though. “Perhaps if you drop the stupid nicknames, I wouldn’t mind making you a tea.” Paul crossed his arms and looked back at the telly. “Doll face, you must help me in my time of need!” John grabs at his stomach and throws his head back dramatically. “Bugger off, Lennon.” Paul stood up and touched John’s forehead. “You’re a bit warm.” Paul observed his annoying, apparently sick, boyfriend. 

“Please save me, Doodle Bug.” John sticks his bottom lip out, pouting like a child. “Enough with the bloody pet names!” Paul held back a smile, he couldn’t let John know that he was soft enough to actually enjoy these silly nicknames. Nicknames such as these had become a habit for John whenever he was feeling clingy, or needed Paul to do something for him. “Please, please, please, Bugga-boo?” John reached out at Paul’s hand. 

“Fine, I’ll make you a bloody tea. Would you like some soup to go with it, your majesty?” Paul faked a bow. “Actually, my Peach, some soup would be absolutely lovely.” John smiled. Just as Paul was about to exit the sitting room and head to the kitchen, a large smile spread across his cheeks, John made a noise. “What?” Paul spun around, hiding his smile again. 

“Would you get me a blanket, Sugar Lips? Your poor old Johnny is cold.” John pouted again. Paul felt his heart skip a beat at how absolutely and ridiculously adorable John was being. “Fine.” Paul had to look away, he had to get that smile out. Paul ran upstairs to their bedroom and grabbed John’s favourite dark green fuzzy blanket. He brought it back downstairs and draped it over his body, tucking it in around John’s body. 

“How’s that?” Paul held back a giggle, John looked like a Beatle-Burrito. “Just wonderful, Teddy Bear.” John yawned. “Alright, I’ll fetch your tea and soup.” Paul kissed John’s forehead and went into the kitchen. Paul starts making John his hot beverage and hot food, when he hears snoring. “Oh you’ve got to be joking.” He rolls his eyes and follows the sound. 

There he is, the lad who had been bugging him for tea and soup, John Winston Lennon, completely asleep. Paul couldn’t help but stand there and admire the adorable man. He squatted down beside the couch and touched John’s cheek. “John,” He whispered. “John, love, let’s get you to bed.” Paul whispers as John’s eyes flutter open slowly. He turns his head and looks at Paul, sending that familiar butterfly-like feeling throughout Paul’s stomach.

“Is me soup and tea ready then, Boo?” John mumbles, almost inaudibly. Paul chuckles softly and lifts John up off the couch. “Hold me tight, Johnny. We’re going upstairs.” Paul instructs to his older, sick boyfriend. John snuggles into Paul’s neck and yawns. “Thank you, Muffin.” 

anonymous asked:

Wait. Is Simon not straight?

Sorry anon I fell asleep before I saw this but no, Simon is not straight. Back in the summer of 2013 he orchestrated an entire faked scandal in which he supposedly cheated with his best friend’s wife and knocked her up.

From what I’ve heard, he used his mother as an excuse for still being in the closet (in that her knowing the truth about his sexuality/him having a long term male partner would break her heart) and this way he achieved a bunch of goals simultaneously:

1) keep his heterosexuality firmly in place

2) generate more press for himself

3) give his mother a grandchild before it was too late/without him actually having to get married (she just passed away this year and he’s previously said he has no desire for children).

Of course, then there was that court case in 2014 in which people swore Simon was gay under oath which brought fuel to the fire again.

Anyway, that’s part of the reason so many people were rolling their eyes when Louis’ fake baby thing happened because of course Simon would give him a baby scandal to make him look straight it’s like his MO at this point.

Also fun fact it seems he had his google searches scrubbed because I was trying to find his partner’s name again and literally every variation of ‘simon cowell partner’ or ‘simon cowell gay’ or ‘simon cowell male partner’ just brings up the same het results. If anyone can remember his partner’s name please send it to me!

Here are some more links if you’re curious:

David Walliams: Gay Rumours will Always Follow Simon Cowell

‘I’m Straight!’  - Simon Cowell Insists He’s not Gay (this one talks about his mother)

Simon Cowell Slams Gay Rumours

ETA: Thank you to my other anon, his partner’s name is Paul McKenna

When John and Paul met each other

           “That was the day, the day that I met Paul, that it started moving.” –John Lennon.

The Quarry Men was the Skiffle group featuring John Lennon, Pete Shotton, Eric Griffiths, Colin Hanton, Rod Davies, and Len Garry. They performed on the afternoon of 6th July 1957 at St Peter’s Church Fete, Woolton, Liverpool.

‘I remember coming into the fete and seeing all the sideshows. And also hearing all this great music wafting in from this little Tannoy system. It was John and the band.


I remember I was amazed and thought, ‘Oh great’, because I was obviously into the music. I remember John singing a song called Come Go With Me. He’d heard it on the radio. He didn’t really know the verses, but he knew the chorus. The rest he just made up himself.


I just thought, ‘Well, he looks good, he’s singing well and he seems like a great lead singer to me.’ Of course, he had his glasses off, so he really looked suave. I remember John was good. He was really the only outstanding member, all the rest kind of slipped away.’ –Paul McCartney, 1995.

It looks like a love at first sight story.

That evening, Ivan Vaughan (the Quarrymen’s sometime tea-chest bass player and John’s friend) introduced the band to one of his classmates from Liverpool Institute, that 15 little boy called Paul McCartney! So the magic happened… John Lennon and Paul McCartney met each other. Macca came wearing a white jacket with silver flecks to John, who wore a checked shirt. 

The pair chatted for a few minutes, and McCartney showed Lennon how to tune a guitar - the instruments owned by Lennon and Griffiths were in G banjo tuning. McCartney then sang Twenty Flight Rock.

 ‘Right off, I could see John was checking this kid out,’ says Pete Shotton (The Quarry Men), who was standing behind John, off to the side. ‘Paul came on as very attractive, very loose, very easy, very confident. – wildly confident. He played the guitar well. I could see that John was very impressed’. 

When I visited Liverpool, I had the chance to go at the St Peter’s church hall. And I saw this message that Paul sent to Church:

Ah yes, I remember it well.


I do, actually. My memory of meeting John for the first time is very clear. My mate Ivan Vaughan took me along to Woolton here and there were The Quarry Men, playing on a little platform.

I can still see John – checked shirt, slightly curly hair, singing Come Go With Me by The Del Vikings. He didn’t know all the words, so he was putting in stuff about penitentiaries – and making a good job of it.

I remember thinking ‘He looks good – I wouldn’t mind being in a group with him’.

A bit later we met up; I played him Twenty Flight Rock and he seemed pretty impressed – maybe because I DID know the words.

Then, as all you know, he asked me to join the group, and so we began our trip together. We wrote our first songs together, we grew up together and we lived our lives together.
And when we’d do it together, something special would happen. There’d be that little magic spark.

I still remember his beery old breath when I met him here that day. But I soon came to love that beery old breath. And I loved John. I always was and still am a great fan of John’s. We had a lot of fun together and I treasure all those beautiful memories.

 So I send you all in Woolton and Liddipool my best wishes today.

And thanks for remembering – there’s no way that when we met here we had any idea of what we’d be starting. But I’m very proud of what we did. And I’m very glad that I did it with John.

I hope you all have a wonderful day and God bless all who sail in you.


Paul McCartney

Thanks Lennon and McCartney. Thanks for everything you gave the world.

           “The most important day in his life was the day he met me” – Paul McCartney. 

Yesterday was my birthday and a friend had tipped me off about a film festival that was giving Paul Feig an award for Ghostbusters that day. I obvs jumped at the opportunity because how amazing would it be to meet Paul on my birthday?? Lots of emails about it, building up the excitement about Paul’s award. The films were nice, some better than others, but then at the end they get all excited about Paul again and about giving him an award, and then they drop the bomb that he’s not even there. But Paul was sweet enough to send in this video thanking them for the award, so that was cute. I was a little bummed about that on a deeper level cuz I had written him a thank you letter about how much Ghostbusters means to me. At least I tried, right? I’ll get em next time.

anonymous asked:

George finds out and tries to keep everyone else from knowing

sorry it took so long! its going to be a real quick one, because i’ve had a very busy day, but thank you :) always send more! here we go..

“So, yer queer then?” George stood in shock as his two best mates, Paul McCartney and John Lennon, came out and finally told him the truth about their ever-so-close friendship. The two older Beatles didn’t feel like they needed to answer, as they stood across the sitting room from George holding hands. “Are you gonna be okay with it?” Paul finally asked the lead guitarist. George looked from John to Paul, from Paul to John. “Yeah. I suppose. I’m glad you trusted me.” George smiled and approached his two friends, bringing them into a group hug. “You can’t tell anybody though. Gotta help us keep it a secret.” John reminded George. “Bloody task that’ll be.” George chuckled.

Little did George know, it was going to be one hell of a task.

Just the next morning, George was minding his own business and reading the paper when Ringo came barreling into the kitchen. “What’s got you so stroppy?” George asked, placing the newspaper down on the table. “I found a condom on the bloody couch.” Ringo looked almost embarrassed, as Paul and John entered the kitchen. Paul started making tea, and John sat down next to Ringo. George immediately noticed the googly eyes that John was giving to the bassist. “What’s with the googly eyes? Was that you two’s condom on the bloody couch?!” Ringo asked. George felt his back stiffen, knowing this would be the time Paul and John needed him to step in and protect their secret. George shot them both a look of disgust and annoyance, not wanting to take the heat for something so nasty.

“It was mine, Rings. I’m sorry.” George said, hiding his face behind the newspaper again. “Bloody disgusting that is, Geo! Have some respect!” Ringo seemed a little too agitated. “Ah, lay off him. Let’s just be happy the poor sod got laid.” John defended George, and insulted him all at the same time. “Bugger off, Lennon.” George rolled his eyes as Paul served him a cup of tea, mouthing the word “Sorry” as he did so.

Unfortunately for George, the trouble didn’t stop there.

“Why in the bloody HELL is there a nude Polaroid of Paul on the floor?!” Ringo yelled as he ran down the hallway to the sitting room, flailing the small picture about in his hands. John and Paul soon followed, looking as concerned as concerned could be. “Whaddya mean?!” Paul snatched it away, looking extremely embarrassed as he spoke. “It was just sittin’ on the bloody floor!” Ringo yelled. George had no idea what excuse these boys could use now. Clearly, Paul had taken the picture for John and dropped it on the floor. “It’s mine.” George sighed, uncrossing his legs on the couch. “WHAT?!” John and Ringo both yelled at the same time.

“It’s not what you think!” George was quick on his feet to think of an excuse. “It was meant to be a bloody prank, must’ve dropped it. Didn’t go as planned. My bad, fellas.” George glared through Paul and John as he spoke, trying to laugh at the same time. “Enough of the sexual antics, Geo! First the condom, now this? What’s gotten into you!” Ringo said, also trying to laugh to ease the uncomfortable situation that Paul and John had put the four Beatles in. “I’m a 22 year old man, what do you expect?” George shrugged. “Not to find nude pictures of your band mates, that’s for damn sure.” Ringo scoffed and sat down in his arm chair. Paul and John each sat down on the floor, crossing their legs. “Ah, was only a joke. Come off it.” George tried to stay as calm and nonchalant as possible.

Still, the two Beatles didn’t learn to give their friend George a break.

George, Paul and John were sitting casually at the kitchen table having a couple of pints. Ringo had been in the shower, so there was no need to worry. Paul was clearly tipsy, and was being obvious about it. “Then Eppy said I had to redo the entire song! Can you believe it?!” Paul chuckled as he drank his beer. George and John laughed at their drunken friend. Paul leaned over and placed a big, wet, sloppy kiss on John’s lips. Perfect timing on Ringo’s part to walk in. “Uh…” He stood awkwardly in the doorway of the kitchen. George sighed, knowing the blame was going to be on him, one way or another. “Did you lads just kiss? What am I missing here?” Ringo asked, grabbing a pint for himself and sitting down next to George.

“We were playin’ truth or dare. I dared Paul to kiss John, and he did.” George lied through his teeth before taking a long swig of his pint. “Fuckin’ hell, Geo. What’s with you lately?!” Ringo laughed, obviously believing him. “Was nasty, that was.” Paul said, jokingly. John shoved Paul’s elbow off the table, causing him to almost fall out of his chair. “Bloody hell!” All four boys laughed and laughed, and drank and drank into the night, leaving George hoping and praying he didn’t have to make himself look like bad to protect the relationship of his two best mates.



A couple months ago, I came up with a Ghostbusters design using the last names of the characters from classic & new movie. It wasn’t until last week that I decided to put it on a shirt, and today, by some miracle, I got the chance to mail 3(different sizes) of them to Paul Feig, the director of Ghostbusters 2016, Spy, The Heat & Bridesmaids!!!!

I’m selling them for $25(shipping is free) so if you want one or if you know someone that wants one, send me an ask or message!!!!

Please reblog this so people see it! Thanks!

anonymous asked:

Can you make an imagine with Paul being furious after finding out another wolf accidentally hurt his girlfriend? Thank you. :)

Title: Had A Bad Day

“Why can’t you just give me a quick kiss? Please, I need to know how to kiss for when I find my imprint!” Collin whines, begging you.

“No, Collin,” you growl for the millionth time, swatting his face away.

“Why not?” Collin demands, crossing his arms angrily.

“Because you’re just a kid, Collin! And, besides, I am Paul’s imprint. I love him and only him, and kissing you would make me feel like the worst girlfriend and imprint in the world. I can’t help you, i’m sorry. But, hey, Leah’s single,” you grin cheekily at him to lighten the mood and to get back to how everything was before he became desperate, but Collin grits his teeth, beginning to breathe in and out deeply. Your eyes widen in fear; you know this exact act. It’s when the wolves get angry and are about to burst into their wolf. And you’re the only one around. “Collin, don’t. Just calm down, okay?” You back away quickly, gulping harshly as your throat dries up in fear. You’ve never known Collin to be so… like this. He was normally nonchalant and all that, but now, it was like he was a whole different person. Collin lets out an angry scream before it turns into a loud snarl. You let out a squeal as he lands a few feet in front of you. And, before you know it, you let out an ear-piercing scream as Collin knocks you to the ground, his paws pinning your arms down to the floor. Kicking him would do nothing, anyways. His claws dig into your skin, causing whimpers to fall out of your mouth, “Collin, please… stop,” you beg him.

“Get off of her!” Paul’s voice erupts loudly, causing both of you to turn to find Paul stalking towards the two of you, Paul huffing like Collin did a minute ago.

“Paul, don’t hurt him-” you start, but he already morphs into his wolf, tackling Collin off of you. As his claws are ripped out from your skin with Collin being forced to the side, you scream out in pain as blood pours out of your arms.

“Come here,” Emily tells you, holding out her arms as she watches the fight between Paul and Collin. It sounds terrifying as they both nip and bite and scratch at each other,  “we need to clean your wounds and dress them before they scar,” Emily states.

“Collin is going to die!” you exclaim, “and I know he hurt me and that’s completely against pack rules, but I will not live with the fact that my boyfriend has killed some young kid who just wanted to know how to kiss for when he finds his soul mate!” you painfully rip your arm out of Emily’s grip, starting to stalk towards the wolf fight. Collin whimpers in pain as Paul bites into his front leg.

“(Y/N), don’t!” the pack exclaims, but no one dares to try and come in between Paul and Collin.

“Paul. I know you’re overwhelmed with rage right now, but I need you right now. Please… stop,” you whisper, letting a tear fall down your cheeks as Collin flips Paul over onto his back. With ease, Paul rolls over and lunges for Collin, “Paul, I need your help and you’re more focused on Collin? I thought imprints were more important than that!” you scream at him, trying to guilt him into stopping the fight. And, with your luck, Paul stops, panting and turning his head over to you.

“That… worked? But-” you cut Emily off, slowly making your way towards Paul. He shoves Collin off of him and trots over to you, wrapping you around in his body, cuddling his head into yours. You can’t help but giggle as he shows his protection and love for you.

“I know that it’s pack law to not hurt someone else’s imprint, but he’s just a kid. All he wanted was to know how to kiss for when he finds his soul mate. I told him no and he attacked me. He doesn’t deserve to die for being horny, or something. Might I remind you, that before you met me, you were a big player,” you remind him, “so, please, break the law and don’t kill him. If anyone is killing anyone, it’ll be me killing Collin. Well, getting revenge,” you clarify, shrugging. Paul lets out a sigh, nodding his wolf head and resting it on your shoulder to signify that he’s going to listen to you.

“You had more guts than me,” Emily mumbles. Paul runs off into the woods to get changed, so you turn to Emily with an amused smile on your face.

“Well, your boyfriend is the alpha, and he’s the scariest and the biggest. I would rather throw myself into a mine field than face Sam,” you tell her. laughing, “however, that’s just me. And I thank you for trying to stop me, but you already got hurt. You don’t need any more scars.”

“You don’t need any,” Emily protests.

“Well, I saved a kid’s life, so, I think scars would be worth it. Even if they were from him,” you chuckle, “let’s go back  to the house, my wounds are beginning to sting.”


“I’m fine, Paul,” you huff for the fifth time, rolling your eyes, “besides, you were the one in a fight.”

“Yeah, but he’s new. I am much stronger than him. And he hurt you… however, I will not kill him, no matter how much I want to, just for you. But, if he touches you ever again, I will not stop,” he warns you.

“I guess that’s fair,” you nod in agreement, pecking him on the cheek. Slowly, the door creeks open, causing all of your heads to spin towards the door. Collin walks in, eyes widening and his body freezing as if he was a deer caught in headlights.

“Oh, I-I thought you’d all be… somewhere else,” he gulps, “I’ll go,” he turns to leave, so you stand up quickly.

“Wait,” you call out, stopping him in his tracks. Collin lets out a sigh, turning towards you with a sad expression.

“Why did you stop him?” he whispers, head hung low in shame, “I deserved to die! I-I hurt you, all because I was having a really bad day. I took my anger out on you, another pack member’s soul mate. It’s against the rules, and I should be dead right now! That’s how it works; when someone hurts the soul mate of another pack member, it is a fight to the death. The pack member’s soul mate who was hurt normally wins because of their hatred for the other member. I wasn’t going to go down without looking cool in a fight, but I was ready to die, and then you stop him. And, of course, bugging him before he could fully listen to you didn’t work, so now i’m still alive and the guilt is eating at me,” Collin rants, turning towards the rest of the pack, tears tracing down his cheek.

“Collin…” you chuckle lightly, slowly making your way towards him. He freezes again as you come near, but you grab a hold of his hands, looking directly into his eyes, “say that I did let Paul kill you,” you start, shrugging, “then, I wouldn’t see the man that I love, I would see a killer. And I don’t want to see that, nor do I want to see you dead because you weren’t having a good day. I get that, being extremely irritable when I don’t have a good day. So, yeah, I stopped Paul and endangered my life to make sure he didn’t snap your goddamn neck or tortured you until you begged for him to kill you. I did it for you, and for me. I did it for everyone’s sake, since no one was going to interfere.”

“Can…Can I see what I did to you?” Collin whispers. You nod, letting go of his hands and twisting your arms so he can see the two bandages on your arms. He closes his eyes, looking down in shame, “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay. They’re… battle scars,” You grin, “now, come on. If you two are in the same pack, you can’t ignore each other, so come in and join us.”

“Uh, okay…” Collin nods lightly, biting down on his lip as he sits down beside Brady.

“So… how scary was it to fight Paul?” Brady ends the awkward silence with a huge, childish excitement.

“I’d much rather attempt to snap Sam’s paw and face the consequences,” Collin sucks in his lips, trying to hold in his chuckles.

“Wow, thanks,” Sam rolls his eyes, “but you’re lucky that you’re alive. If you faced me, you’d be dead the second I got to you.”

“Yeah. I know,” Collin replies, nodding.

“Well, enough of this conversation… Emily, do you want any help for dinner?”

A/N: Sorry it was really long. I got carried away because this was such a great imagine! Thank you for sending this! I really loved making this xD I didn’t really want to kill off one of the pack members, even though that’s how it goes, so, uh, I improvised? lol I hope you liked it! <3