thats why no one calls me

anonymous asked:

You call that poetry?

If its from my heart and my head thats all that matters. You dont know my story. You dont know what i have been through. You dont even know why i write poetry in the first place. Poetry is my self expression. It had healed me in places no one else has. And for you to have the right to say that to me, you should be ashamed of yourself. You dont know me, poetry tells my story and if i want to share my story with the world then i will. God didnt blesd me with this gift for no reason at all. He gave this talent to me so l can glorify him and share my words with the world. Yes. I call that poetry. I am poetry, i am spilled ink on paper for all the world to see. My words will be remembered for generations to come.

Thank you


N.J.Johnson, a poet

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Hairstyles and realizations

Signs as Drag Race S9 Reunion Quotes
  • Aries: "Do I look upset to you?"
  • Taurus: "Shut up, Farrah Moan."
  • Gemini: "I love your costumes, that's why I call you the Joan of Arc of drag; great ideas, badly executed."
  • Cancer: "But you didn't say jk though."
  • Leo: "You don't love me."
  • Virgo: "I thought I was a big girl until your nose walked in."
  • Libra: "You are secretly one little bitch."
  • Scorpio: "I just don't feel like you should be miss congeniality."
  • Sagittarius: "You have a lot of opinions of me tonight, Shea."
  • Capricorn: "I don't wanna say i read her, I just aggressively complimented her."
  • Aquarius: "If you were masturbating, we were not getting off girl."
  • Pisces: "I had a really good read for Valentina, but i can't remember the words."
A story from the line at McDonald's
  • Me: okay so my sexuality's a complicated deal so let's just call me queer as hell
  • Friend: nono I wanna know can't you explain it
  • Me: well ok mainly I am asexual which means I don't want to do the do nor do I long for it, so it has nothing to do with lack of confidence or anything like that, I simply don't find anyone sexually attractive
  • Friend: right right
  • Me: but I'm also bi romantic. The sexual and romantic attraction are different, and I still fall in love and want to have physical contact with my partner, I just don't need the hanky panky
  • Friend: right cause you have a girlfriend that's pansexual right
  • Me: exactly and as long as we're both happy with not doing the rumba naked, that's a valid relationship
  • Friend: I get it, I get it... I didn't know the entire sexual and romantic orientations were different
  • Me: yeah I know it was an eyeopener for me when I found ou-
  • Lady behind us in line: excuse me so sorry but I couldn't help but overhear but I didn't know half of what you just said and I was just wondering what that thing your girlfriend was is, pansexual?
  • Me: *awkward glance at friend* oh uh I'm not an expert or anything and uh ok so basically it's similar to being bisexual, but there's less value in what gender the one you're attracted to is, at least as I understood it. So a bisexual would be attracted to a person despite their gender, a pansexual wouldn't really care at all in a way uh I'm sorry I'm bad at explaining
  • Lady behind us in line: that's alright I can look it up myself later you gave me a general idea! So where did you find out these things, you're pretty young?
  • Me: well, Internet. Once you're a bit confused about what you might be you usually go looking for explanations...
  • Lady behind us in line: so uh in theory... It's fine if you don't know, I just want to check with you... Is there a thing called aROMANTIC? like you're asexual, is there a equivalent to the romantic orientation you mentioned?
  • Me: oh yeah, absolutely! You can be both asexual and aromantic, or aromantic and heterosexual, literally all combinations are possible!
  • Lady behind us in line: *smiles LIKE REALLY GODDAMNED GENUINELY* thank you so much, I did not know that. *fishes up phone from pocket* now if you excuse me, I'm going to call my mother and tell her I'm not crazy for never having been married or stayed with one guy for long despite being 50+ but still has three children! *steps out of line and walks off while dialing*
  • Friend: wow that was... Amazing
  • Me: see how happy she got? That's the power of right information.
  • And that's why I've been smiling since this happened.

SO MANY THINGS ABOUT THIS UPDATE!!!!!!

-Bitty being SO NERVOUS about everything and obsessing over the pie. “But there’s still a slice of this maple-sugar-crusted apple pie so THEY HATE ME.” BITS PLEASE.

- JACK’S TEAMMATES BEING SUPPORTIVE. ESPECIALLY MARTY AND THIRDY JUST HAVING JACKS BACK

-TATER BEING SO CHILL ABOUT IT BUT ALSO BEING HILARIOUS “secret? why? who cares? he’s one making all the nook pies?” TATER JUST WANTS HIS PIE OK? HE DOESN’T CARE WHO MAKES IT

- Snowy in a snapback. thats all.

- TATER CALLING BITTY ‘B’ 

- Tater and Bitty’s adorable heartfelt conversation, finding out tater’s parents were pretty well known, finding out he feels a lot of the sAME PRESSURE JACK FEELS. TATER, BITTY, JACK BONDING SESH RIGHT THERE.

- TATER AND BITTY BITCHING ABOUT PARSON. MY. GOD. “Parson. Yech.” “He’s some piece of work in’he?” “Next time? Throw him across ice.” LIKE TATER, CHILL. (we already know you have a huge crush on him. ok?)

- “And the shower joke on the bus.” lemme tell u a thing it’s a good thing jack didn’t name names with that because I would have gone into the Samwell universe and throttled whoever said that MYSELF. I WANT TO CRY OK???

- “One day you’re a rook, the next you’re haulin’ kids” JACK AND BITTY WITH KIDS. J A C K + B I T T Y + K I D S

- JACKS ALARMED LOOKIN FACE WHEN HE SEES BITTY GONNA TRY TO LIFT TATER. #CONCERNEDBOYFRIEND

- MARTY AND THIRDY JUST FINDING #CONCERNEDBOYFRIEND FRICKEN HILARIOUS

I JUST HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS RIGHT NOW. I’D LIKE TO THANK NOT ONLY GOD, BUT NGOZI.

anonymous asked:

I feel like, while most people at EU either have a healthy fear and respect for the Gentry or don't last, there are a few that are connected, jaded, or lucky enough that they're just like, 'oh yeah, that's Steve, I mean obviously that's not his name but I call him that, we made out at a party once and he's a pretty good kisser. He's been leaving me gifts and I think we might be dating? Wild right. Yesterday by the lake this kelpie tried to convince me to ride and I just dabbed at it and left.'

100% cannon

“oh yeah you know Jimothy, right, i don’t know why it calls itself that either, the one that’s like…a horse-sized skeletal humanoid on all fours with fuckin’ Vantablack skin? well haha it turns out ol Jimothy just goes nuts for those plastic jewel beads everyone had has a kid, i bought a set for my baby cousin and it paid me three teeth for them? yeah ok you’ve seen it too, right, good, well that’s why it’s wearing like eight shitty necklaces now and i think it tries to do finger guns at me whenever we see each other? like that’s the general vibe i get although its hands are, you know. weird”

Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris in the library
  • Eric: "Get up!"
  • Dylan: "GET UP!"
  • Eric: "Stand up right now or we'll blow your fucking heads off!"
  • Dylan: "Fine I'll start shooting then..." (shoots Velasquez) "Woohoo!"
  • Dylan: "All jocks stand up... white baseball cap"
  • Eric: "Pigs are here..." (begins firing out the window)
  • Dylan: (shoots Hall, Ireland, Steepleton) "Yahoo!"
  • Patti Nielson: "our father... who art in heaven.. hallowed be thy name"
  • Dispatcher: "ma'am, you need to forget about praying right now. What's happening there?"
  • Nielson: "They're in here.. they're killing kids... I have to go." (drops phone)
  • Eric: (kills Curnow) "Die! Motherfucker!"
  • Dylan: "WOO!"
  • Kasey Ruegsegger: (after being shot by Eric) "Oh!"
  • Eric: "Stop your bitching! It's merely a flesh wound,"
  • Dylan: (laughing hysterically)
  • Eric: "Peek-a-boo" (kills Bernall)
  • Dylan: (shoots Ireland) "Die! ...down on the floor!"
  • Dylan: "REB?"
  • Eric: "Yeah?"
  • Dylan: "hey, man... there's a nigger over here."
  • Eric: "shoot him"
  • Dylan: "SHIT YEAH!"
  • Shoels: "no...no...no...mom!"
  • (Shoels and Kechter killed)
  • (CO2 bomb detonates)
  • Valeen Schnurr: "oh my god... help me..."
  • Eric: "do you believe in God?"
  • Valeen: "no..yes..."
  • Dylan: "Why?"
  • Eric: "God is gay."
  • John TOmlin: "Don't... done enough?"
  • (shots fired)
  • Dylan: "You think we've done enough?" (laughing)
  • Eric: "nice glasses" (shots fired.. sounds of a scuffle.. shots fired again.. Mauser killed)
  • Dylan: "was he trying to jump you?"
  • Eric: "Yeah"
  • (shots fired... DePooter killed)
  • Dylan: "Look what we have here..."
  • Eric: "What?"
  • Dylan: "just some fat fuck"
  • Dylan: "give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you."
  • Evan Todd: "I don't want to get into trouble"
  • Dylan: "Trouble! You don't know what trouble is..."
  • Evan Todd: "That's not what I mean... I don't have a problem with you guys..."
  • Dylan: "I'm going to let this fat fuck live... little fat fucking piece of shit... you can have him if you want."
  • Eric: "Let's go to the commons"
  • Dylan: "One more thing" (sound of something smashing)
  • Dylan: "Reb, ya ready?"

I know I always say my favourite character is Alix, but the truth is my actual ACTUAL SECRET FAVOURITE CHARACTER has no name, about 0.1 seconds screentime, and is probably long dead

I hate the way we can’t just like or dislike things anymore. Everything has to be a debate. If you dislike a thing, you have to prove that it’s objectively bad, preferably by calling it whatever-ist or whatever-phobic. And if you like a thing, you better be prepared to defend that preference against people who’ll tell you it’s whatever-ist or whatever-phobic.

Screw that. I like things because I like them. I dislike things because I dislike them. I don’t have to justify anything if I don’t want to, and other people sure as hell don’t have to justify anything to me. It’s okay to like different things. That’s why the world is so full of stuff, so that there’s something in it for everyone.

  • Joker: He called me insecure. Please.
  • Joker: If anything he's the one that's insecure, not me. Constantly wearing that mask.
  • Joker: I've known the guy, what? Seventy seven years–– not that I'm counting–– and not once have I seen him take it off. He even wears it to bed, can you believe that?
  • Harley: I think the real question is, why do you know that?
  • Joker:
  • Joker:
  • Joker: *sweats*
  • McCree: Uhh, what're you two doing?
  • Hanzo: Young Hana insisted that I play one of her computer games with her.
  • D.Va: It's not on a computer! Stop calling it a computer game!
  • McCree: Well what is it then?
  • D.Va: It's a-
  • Hanzo: Ah ha! I know! It's a Wiitendo!
  • McCree: Oh yeah! I know that!
  • D.Va: That's not a thing!
  • McCree: An X-Station?
  • D.Va: No.
  • Hanzo: A Play Box!
  • D.Va: Why do you two put me through this hell!?

Can I just remind people that many bisexual and pansexual people, myself included, use gay as an umbrella term for all people attracted to the same sex and we use it as a descriptor for our and everyone’s same sex attraction because it’s specific to that part of our identity. So please stop policing me for using gay to describe my and characters’ same sex attraction. Using gay as an umbrella term is not the same as invalidating and erasing a bi/pansexual person’s identity.

Fuck, Marry, or Kill?
  • Kise: Hey, guys! Let's play this game called 'Fuck, Marry, or Kill' and you can only name one person at each category! To make it more fun, you can only choose the people inside of this room right now!
  • Aomine: That's stupid.
  • Midorima: That's true.
  • Kise: Eeehhh!! You two are such a killjoy!
  • Akashi: I'll go first.
  • Others: !!!
  • Akashi: Fuck... Atsushi. Marry would go to Tetsuya. Kill... Kagami Taiga.
  • Kagami: !!!
  • Aomine: Then, I'll go next. Fuck... Kagami. Marry... Tetsu. Kill...
  • Akashi: What? Why are you looking at me?
  • Aomine: My words are unspoken. You guys knew the answer already.
  • Akashi: ??
  • Midorima: Can't be helped.
  • Kise: ... No one forced you.
  • Midorima: Fuck goes to Kuroko. Marry goes to Murasakibara. Kill goes to Kise.
  • Kise: WHY?!
  • Midorima: I can't kill the others. You're weaker.
  • Kise: So mean!
  • Murasakibara: My turn. Fuck is Akachin. Marry is Midochin. Kill is Kurochin.
  • Kuroko: ...
  • Murasakibara: What? That's for stealing my vanilla candies.
  • Kagami: My turn, huh... Fuck would be Kise. Marry would be Kuroko. Kill would be Aomine.
  • Aomine: Hey, you bastard. Nice choice.
  • Kagami: Your sarcasm hasn't improved.
  • Aomine: What is that?!
  • Kagami: Wanna go?!
  • Kise: It's my turn!! Hm, let's see... Fuck would be Midorimacchi. Marry would be Kurokocchi. Kill would be-- Ouch! Why are you hitting me?!
  • Aomine: My hand slipped.
  • Kagami: My leg slipped.
  • Kise: Liars!
  • Kuroko: It's my turn now.
  • Kise: Ah, wait, Kurokocchi... I haven't finish mine.
  • Kuroko: Fuck would be Akashi-kun. Marry would be Midorima-kun. Kill would be the rest of you.
  • Others: WHY?!
  • Kuroko: Do I need a reason for that?

isabaelle-lightwood  asked:

So something weird happened yesterday. I binge-read through this entire blog (but that's not the weird part, just something that contributed). Where I live, we don't have crows, but there was a small bird, one of those that is everywhere but no one knows what they are actually called. So, it was just kind of hopping around, right near me, and I thought, "Hey, why not, lets recite one of my trashy poems that I wrote for english and see what happens, right? It's not a crow, but close enough." 1/2

2/2 It flew away after, and I just went around my day as I normally do. Then, when I got home, I found this really weird rusty quarter just sitting in the driveway? No clue how it got there, but I’ve decided to keep it close. For reasons. Basically, do other birds appreciate poetry as much as crows?    


Nothing appreciates poetry as much as the crows. But small drab indescribable everywherebirds appreciate it a substantial amount, nonetheless.

blueyoshi15  asked:

Do you think it's right to go after or harass someone if they draw a ship or AU that's really messed up, or that it's better to leave them to their weird devices?

Let them be.

One of the reasons of why this fandom is being called toxic and cancer is because of little kids that think defending a cringe ship (or any ship in the matter) is doing any good.

The whole issue about ship wars honestly makes me sick nd want to throw up, doesn’t really matter whatever they say, the only true ships are the ones shown in canon, so whatever discussion about it trying to prove otherwise is a complete cringe fest and waste of time.

Apollo Gets Owned
  • Apollo: Haha! even as a mortal I'm still older than you!
  • Kayla: But you see, it's what inside that counts, father.
  • Apollo:
  • Austin: We are all one in this crazy world. Ooh, that's a good song lyric! I'm going to write that down!
  • Apollo:
  • Will: Your mind and heart are what make up your soul, not your physical age. Love is the greatest power. *blushes at Nico* My boyfriend helped save the world, and he's only 14. Our ages do not define us. You should know that better than anyone, old man.
  • Apollo: WHY DO I HAVE SUCH INSIGHTFUL KIDS
  • Will: Well, I mean——
  • Apollo: WAIT A MINUTE DID YOU JUST CALL ME OLD MAN
❝ I Promise... ❞

Plot: You’re being bullied at your school but rapmon doesn’t know, but when one day he decides to surprise you and pick you up, he sees you get bullied and saves you

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Angst and fluff

For anon, I hope you like it! 

-kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by yoonseok

Is there anything that’s perfect? Body, grades, life? This was something that weighed heavy on your mind. It wasn’t something odd to think about at your age but it was something weird to be thinking off around 2am in the morning. Turning for the for nth time, you finally drifted to sleep but was pulled out of your sleep by the sound of your alarm clock. Your daily routine kicked in which involved; brushing teeth, bathing, getting dressed, sorting out hair and then looking at your phone for your morning message.

From Joonie

Have fun at school today baby. I will see you later at the studio. Love you lots.

‘School…’ You sigh heavily as you look at the purplish bruise on your inner arm, ‘How fun.’

Getting on the bus, you sank deep into your seat and put on your earphones. The calming music vibrated into your ears as you looked out the window at the moving scenery. The morning bus drives were always your favourite thing during the day, apart from seeing Namjoon. Tapping your finger melodically on your thigh, you felt your earphones begin ripped out.

Here we go, The thought rang through your mind.

‘Morning brat.’ A familiar voice sneered, ‘Did you sleep well?’

‘Y-yes, Jihoon.’ You stutter, looking down in your lap.

‘Speak louder you idiot! Someone of us aren’t used to mouse talk.’ Lee Jihoon, your classmate and personal bully, asked.

‘Yes!’ Your voice more firm.

‘Ooooo look at that, little miss mouse has a bite.’ Jihoon pushed your head, resulting in it hitting the widow slightly as the bus came to a stop, ‘Well see you later mouse.’

Grabbing your things, you all but ran out the bus. Truth be told, you hated attending school, well just the current one you were attending at the moment. You never understood why you were bullied, you never bothered anyone. You did as you were told and moved on with life. Rubbing your head, you bumped into someone which caused you too freeze

‘Jihoon?’ The voice asked and instantly calmed you down.

‘Do you even have to ask.’ You sigh looking up at your best friend, Yerim.

‘I don’t understand why you don’t just report them, Y/N.’ She huffed.

‘Because if I do that then they will be more angry.’ You reasoned, looking at the bruise in your inner wrist.

‘Has Namjoon seen that?’ Yerim asked with a raised brow.

‘No and he will never see it.’ You pull down your jersey sleeve and walked to class.

The bruise was given to you a few days ago by Jihoon and his band of misfits. It was still slightly sore but only when force was used by that hand. One would say it was unethical for a boy to bully a girl, but it wasn’t just him. Within the group there were four girls who made your life a living hell. Peace couldn’t even be achieved in the bathroom because they would be around.

From Joonie

Was the bus ride fun?

To Joonie

Same old same old, could have been better.

From Joonie

Are you okay, babe? You sound offish.

To Joonie

I am okay baby, I have to go to class. See you later ^^

Locking your phone, you slipped it into your backpack to only hear a snicker behind you, ‘How cute. Busy telling the boyf about your day?’

‘Yes.’ Your response short as you tried to walk pass them but only to be shoved into the wall.

‘Hey hold up, what’s the rush buttercup?’ Seunghee asked, ‘It must be so burdensome to be a student while your boyfriend is already an adult. Talk about being a babysitter.’ The others laughed at the comment, ‘Are you sure he isn’t paid by your parents to look after you, so you don’t  go running into moving traffic?’

Just then the bell rang and you bolted from the scene before they could rip into you anymore. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you sat in class. The day dragged with lessons and hourly bully checks. Eventually the final bell rang and you were on the bus towards Namjoon. Getting off you sighed, you were exhausted mentally and physically. Your back still hurt from being thrown into the wall earlier.

‘Babe!’ Your prince beamed.

‘Hey Joonie.’ You smile as he came to hug you, you just placed your hand on his chest, ‘Ahhh no hugs.’

‘What?’ Why?’ He asked with a raised brow? ‘I haven’t seen you all day.’

He pouted at the rejection while a little chuckle left your lips, ‘I hmmmm just had gym so I am all sweaty. Do you want a sweaty hug?’

‘It’s not like I haven’t been sweaty with you before.’ A naughty grimace spread upon his face as the dimples appeared.

‘Namjoon!’ You hit his chest playfully to only wince at the pain that shot up your arm, ‘Ahh!’

‘What?’ He grabbed your arm, ‘Baby are you okay?’

‘No no, just my wrist.’

‘Are you hurt?’

He was about to lift your sleeve before you ripped it from his touch, ‘No it’s nothing. I am sure I just hit you in a weird manner. Probably from those sculpted pecks.’

‘Ha ha ha, very funny,’ He now held your clothed wrist delicately, placing a soft kiss on it, ‘Are you sure you okay?’

‘My wrist is fine.’ You reassured.

He took your face in his hands and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, ‘I am talking about you in general, not your wrist baby girl. You have been very offish for the past few days. Is everything good? Home? School?’ He looked deep into your eyes, ‘You know you can tell me anything, Y/N.’

At that moment you wanted to spill everything out to him. You wanted to scream out your irritations and frustrations to the world. But you rather not tell him. He was your boyfriend, not your counsellor. Sighing, you placed a delicate kiss on his lips before breaking apart and giving him the biggest smile you could ever muster.

‘I am okay, baby.’ You said for the nth time, ‘But I have to go home now.’

‘But you just got here!’ He whined.

‘I have tons of school work.’ You stated, ‘I am sorry. But I will see you this weekend, okay?’

‘Why not tomorrow?’

‘I might finish late and I rather not take the bus.’

With that, you said your goodbyes and split ways. Truth be the matter, you just didn’t want to tell him you might be late due to the issues at school because he would want to know why and all that. Arriving at home, you took some meds and went straight to bed. The evening sky was quickly replaced with the morning one. Soon the daily routine kicked in. Bus bullying, scolding from best friend but you tired your best avoiding your offenders.

Walking, you suddenly tripped due to someone, ‘Some would say you are avoiding us Y/N-ah.’

‘And we don’t like being avoided.’ Seunghee added, bending down and tilting your chin up, ‘I’m sure you are used to that feeling though.’

‘Wh-why are you all doing this?’ Your voice cracked, a car pulling up in the parking lot a few feet away.

‘Ahhhh it’s fun?’ Jihoon questioned, a person emerging from the sleek car and walking towards the group of people, ’Does that qualify as a viable answer?’

‘I would say so.’ Another chuckled, ‘Unless you want a soppy answer. Do you want a soppy answer?’

You remained silent, ‘Well do you?!’

‘Y-yes.’ Your voice shook at the force in Seunghee’s question.

‘Look at that, she is actually talking back.’ She pushed you down before standing up.

Your body was in pain. Your back still ached from yesterday and your wrist was on fire due to having to hold yourself up. Picking yourself up, you no longer lay down but sat up straight and looked up towards them. They were once your friends, people you cared about when you were younger but something changed. You weren’t sure and you knew they would never tell you because they left you all alone. Attending school with the people you once cared for was something that was the toughest for you.

‘What? All talk and no bark?’ Jihoon sneered.

‘Maybe she needs a lesson, Hoon-ah.’ Seunghee urged.

‘Or maybe you all need a hit in the head.’ A voice broke the conversation, causing your heart to sink into your chest and them to turn their heads towards the person.

’N-namjoon?’ You asked.

‘Get the fuck away from Y/N!’ Your boyfriend threatened.

‘And what if we don’t?’ Jihoon stood up from himself, ‘Not like you can do anything about it, ahjussi.’

Before Namjoon could make a logical thought in his head, his first went ramming into the younger males face. Jihoon flew to the floor due to the impact that was applied to his cheek, ‘The next person to talk ill towards me gets something way worse then that punch, do you hear me?’

‘Y-yes.’ The others stuttered.

‘I am your senior and elder, show some respect you punks!’ He spat, ‘Next time I see anyone of you around Y/N or even looking at her, I will personally end you. Understood?’ They all nodded, ‘Now beat it before things get ugly.’

With shuffled footwork, they ran down the halls as you tried to get up, ‘Ah..AH!’

‘Wait wait baby,’ He picked you up in bridal style, ‘Let me help you.’

‘What are you doing here?’ You asked as he placed you down on a bench, and took a seat.

‘I wanted to come fetch you since you said you didn’t wanna take the late bus, and it’s a good thing I did,’ He looked at you, ‘What was all that?’

‘Nothing, just friends being friends.’

‘Y/N, I maybe a few years out of school but I ain’t that old to know that those weren’t friends. Are you being bullied?’

‘I would say casual teasing.’ You said softly.

‘Casual teasing doesn’t have one on the floor, thats called physical assault.’ He corrected, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘I don’t know…’ The lie seemed to sound more real then anything.

‘So suffering in silence was your best option?’ He asked with a raised brow, ‘Listen to me Y/N Y/L/N, I am your boyfriend.’

‘Exactly you are my boyf-’

‘A boyfriend that wants to protect and keep you safe. I can’t do that when you keep things from me, so promise me something.’

‘What?’

‘Promise me you will tell me anything that is troubling you. Whether its friends, family or life. I need to know because what if I didn’t come at the time that I did, imagine what would have happened?! How could I live with myself knowing that something like that happened right under my nose-’

Namjoon was shut up by your soft lips on his. Within seconds, his plump ones kissed you back with the utter most delicate touch. Enveloping yours, you placed a hand on his knee and gave it a reassign squeeze before pulling apart and pressing your foreheads together and whispering softly.

‘I promise…’

if paul and john had a youtube chanel (pt 1)
  • paul: hello guys!! so, as we've got a lot of requests to make a video reading mclennon fanfiction, that's what we are gonna do today
  • john: yaaay
  • paul: *opens macbook* so, there's a lot of stuff about us two here... there, this one must be good. it's called the red hall!
  • john: FOR GOD'S SAKE DONT READ THAT
  • paul: why
  • paul: have u read it?
  • john:
  • paul:
  • john:
  • paul:
  • john: no