the girl without a name

anonymous asked:

I know this is out of topic, but whenever I hear the name of Blanca Padilla I can't help but think how humble and inspiring she is. She was literally discovered on the tube, on her way to university thanks to a scholarship, her family is middle-low working class. She's spoken about nepotism, how fake the fashion world is, how rich girls get jobs with just a phone call and without castings (she even named gigi,k & co), and how unfair it is to her and other girls who give their 120%. I LOVE HER

Yeah, people have been talking to me about her a lot, she seems great! xx

Upcoming 2017 Animated Films:

Coco (Disney Pixar.)

Underdog

Mary and the Witch’s Flower (Directed by former Studio Ghibli director, Hiromasa Yonebayashi.)

The Breadwinner (Produced by Cartoon Saloon, who also created The Secret of Kells and Song of the Sea.)

The Girl Without Hands

Ferdinand

Your Name (Note that this film has already been released internationally in 2016.)

The Lego Batman Movie

Loving Vincent

Rock Dog (Featuring the voice of Eddie Izzard. Note that this film has already been released internationally in 2016.)

Mune: Guardian of the Moon

These are just a few of the upcoming films with a 2017 release date.

shades of wrong

Summary: In which you’re sure you’ll hate Park Jimin with every fiber of your being for the rest of your existence, even after he is assigned your tutor for History of Magic.
Pairing: Jimin | Reader
Genre: Fluff/Smut; Harry Potter AU 
Word Count: 17,321
Author’s Note: This got insanely long, and I apologize but also not really. Inspired by @jeonbegins + her really dope HP Slytherin Jimin AU edit. I also had a little conversation with @minsvga about this and she helped me figured out the basic idea for what this story has become; and @chokemejimin has asked to be tagged in my HP work so here you go my dear!!!

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No matter how hard you try, it seems as if you are always bested by Park Jimin in every aspect of life: from Quidditch to school to class popularity.

And you absolutely despise him for it.

Granted, it’s probably because he’s always simply excelled in everything while you could only manage the minimum requirement for things outside of the sport you’ve grown to be so passionate about—but that’s only deepened your dislike for the boy. It’s been like this since the pair of you were children, a rivalry already planted between you even before you knew what the term meant. Truthfully, it was pretty much written in the stars that you would develop some deep-rooted grudge against Jimin, for he was organized into Slytherin while you were put in the fiery red and gold of Gryffindor.

Beyond the clashing Houses that have officially formed your backgrounds, it doesn’t help that the boy has seemed to uphold a particular interest in doing whatever he could to see you fidget or watch you squirm or just catch you at your worst moments—although you humor yourself on the idea that these unfortunate incidents occur to you because of Park Jimin’s constant hovering. It’s a habit that’s grown since the first week of your admission into Hogwarts, in which your big mouth scored you your first detention with the infamous Professor Snape.

It’s a moment that marks the beginning of an unspoken battle between the pair of you—in which you would constantly attempt to prove yourself better than Park Jimin and Park Jimin doing everything he could to make sure you could never have that victory. During the first two years of school, this would mean beating you on every exam, knowing the answers to every question and teasing you for not knowing. Professors putting Jimin on a pedestal, marking him up as the ‘ideal student’ and unknowingly intensifying the dagger of hatred you wished to plunge deeper and deeper into his chest.

When you are twelve, you are told that there is certainly no way for you to truly despise of something (or someone)—for you are young and naive and not entirely capable to understand what it means to hate something with every fiber of your being.

But they’re wrong.

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antis: i don’t care what he says, iris doesn’t actually do anything. barry would be so much better and stronger without iris. barry doesn’t need her.
barry allen: (without iris)

antis: i can’t wait for iris to die so barry can finally date [insert girls name here].
barry allen: (without iris)

WTF Is Going On In This Fandom: Camren, Epic, Jauregui Family, Social Media Rant/Theory

If you peeped the reblog I just posted from @backstage-meg this won’t seem like it’s coming out of left field. I doubt they (5H, Mila, their families and friends etc) are at liberty to truly discuss what has gone on behind the scenes so we are left with inuendo and scarce clues to try and piece together some semblance of an explanation for what has gone on over the last few months/year…I’ve learned not to trust anything that is being blatantly thrown in our faces. Hence Laucy, 5H drama between the girls, the families shading each other on sm, all this epic/syco label BS. None of them are saying or doing what hasn’t been scripted for them to say or do. Now of course I don’t mean literally scripted but more like dictated instead. I do believe all the girls have private AND public sm ACCTS…except for their twitters because there is really no point. But I wouldn’t be surprised if they have secondary Instagram accounts📱💻. And we already know they all have private snapchats. We are focused on the wrong things. Mike liking and unliking a tweet, Lauren following and unfollowing Mila, Candece Campbell’s radom tweet about Instagram messing up her followers at the same time Lauren was having her “follow debacle” happen, was like a whistle blow to pay attention to the details. Laucy was brought out and shoved down our throats while Camren has been denied and destroyed by mgmt, the label and even the girls themselves. Dinah’s last message to Mila “no matter what they say. No matter what you do…” 👀🐸🍵Come on Dinah was warning us just days before that shit was about to hit the fan and that we should know better than to just believe what we hear and see in the media. It’s all sensationalized. Mila saying she hasn’t seen or interacted with the girls since leaving (even though they all admitted to lying during interviews) was hard for me to believe, even with the current narrative💅. You don’t just sever nearly 5 years of a bond. No matter how tight things got in the end. It was always designed for mila to be the break out star💃 (or at least the first one) hell Demi called it years ago while they were still on x-factor. Now I know people and situations can change. Egos can grow and resentment can start to fester. But I also know enough to know that egos don’t destroy groups bad business practices do. All artists have major egos although some have learned to tame the beast. Your ego doesn’t make you a bad person your actions do. And honestly if the original members of Destiny’s Child can get over being robbed financially💲💰💵 and rekindling their relationship with Beyonce and Michelle and New Edition can welcome Bobby Brown’s crazy ass back in the fold and the Spice Girls can get over themselves to deliver a crazy performance at the 2012 Olympics then hell anything is possible.😮🙌 And I doubt Mila missing meetings would be the final straw to break the camel’s back. She received her gold plaque the same night she left/was kicked out of the group. And we all know there is no such thing as a coincidence when Camren is involved. I know this is long winded. But I had to speak my peace as I watch this fandom panic yet again over this staged bullshit. You’d think by now we could smell it before we see it…😂😂 I said all that to say, trust and believe all contingency plans have been put in place and if you hear the girls saying something especially in a well known publication or media platform📺🎤💻📰 understand those words passed through a dozen mouths before it left theirs. And anyone affiliated with them can’t take a shit around the girls without getting permission to use the toilet and signing their name on the tissue paper. And those who can’t be controlled will be removed. Probably why the laucy interactions have dialed down. Oh and don’t forget it was just in December that Lucy liked Camila’s tweet about the BT video and “bringing the characters to life” and then a couple days later she randomly unfollowed her ….really😒? And the Jauregui siblings pretty much unfollowed around the time she left too…smh. In the right light🔦 it looks like the story makes sense and is on the up and up. But start pulling at the loose strands and details of this narrative and you’ll see how quickly all this shit unravels. And on that note I’m done! This was just a flow of thoughts …So it may make sense. It may make me look crazy, but I’m willing to risk the credibility of my sanity for the sake of voicing my opinion and getting these thoughts down on paper. 📝Speaking figuratively of course. Love you Munchkins.😘

Dean Munch🎓

(Nikki)
Finn Bálor - Show You

Word count: 3,258

Fluff/Smut

Enjoy

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Originally posted by sensualkisses

Finn and I had been dating for a little over a year now. We met in a pub where I was getting pissed out of my mind, trying to forget seeing my boyfriend in bed with another girl making me look like a complete fool. He was so sweet that night trying to making me feel better. He decided to show off a bit tossing pieces of peanuts into the air and catching them in his mouth. He failed miserably with most of them landing on the bridge of his nose and one on his eye. I remember giggling and finding his big smile extremely attractive. It was one of my favorite features of him.

He brought me to his flat that night. The next morning when I woke up I was dazed out of my mind and couldn’t remember how I got into this strangers house. He brought me home that day. I notice later on that I had his number saved in my phone. Finn. His name was Finn.

Before I knew it we were making plans to meet up again. And again.. and again….. and again. I can’t help but smile at the memory of me accidentally butt dialing him. He later said it was because I had a fat arse.

The problem early on in our relationship was that I lived about forty minutes away from where he did, so when our relationship got more serious we decided to move in together. Due to this we began bickering frequently. Over petty things you might think.

Last week we got into an argument when I went to make coffee and saw him drink straight from the milk cart. I made a fuss saying that other people being me drank that milk too, to which he reciprocated with ‘we swap fluids all de time, whats yer point?’ It only added oxygen to a already blazing fire.

Other disagreements arose in our times in the flat, some worse than others. Like the time when he found it was a big deal that I spent the entire day out with my sister who was currently enrolled in UNI instead of staying home with him. Honestly he’s home all of the time while she’s always cramped up inside of a textbook. We spent two days without speaking over that.

Don’t get me wrong, our relationship is perfectly fine. It’s strong and he treats me better than I can be asked to be. We just have our moments like any other couple. Tonight was definitely one of them, I just couldn’t figure out what I’d done this time.

He left early this morning and we were on good terms. Now it was eleven eighteen and he’d stopped messaging me. I was beginning to get worried. Only wanting to know if he was okay. I lay on the sofa in the sitting room staring into the fireplace, phone in hand hoping to feel it vibrate. My eyes began feeling heavy after a while and I drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

*** FINNS POV ***

I stumbled through the front door of my flat and escaped from the tight barrier of my boots. They made a loud thud sound upon contact with the wooden floor. I bent over towards the shoes and put my finger to my lips.

“Shhhh.” A hiccup escaped my intoxicated lips.

Ridding myself of the warm leather jacket I had on I made my way into the sitting room to find my girlfriend lying on the sofa sound asleep. Another hiccup. I tried holding my breath. Walking over to her I leaned beside her noticing her phone screen bright as day, hurting my eyes. They adjusted to the screen reading the small text:

Finn: I’ll be home soon, beautiful. ;) -9:24pm

Me: Do you want me to cook dinner? -9:43pm

Me: Finn?? -10:17pm

Me: Can you just tell me if you’re okay? -11:03pm

I felt like such an arse. My phone had died long ago but I should have still called. I went out with a few of my pals for a drink and it turned into a full on night out with the guys. Her eyelashes were spread apart and looked hard. Had she been crying? I let out a sigh and lifted her limp body from the sofa. Her phone fell to the carpet.

I carried her to our shared bedroom not bothering to turn on the light. Laying her on the bed I pulled the duvet over her chest and kissed her forehead. I honestly didn’t deserve her. Reaching over I grabbed a pillow from my side deciding it best to sleep on the sofa tonight.

***

I blinked a few times feeling the bed round me not remembering how I’d gotten here. The clock on the bedside table showed that it was still early in the night. My mouth had become unbearably dry and I sat up to go get some water.

My half asleep body walked through the flat and into the kitchen unaware of my surroundings. I poured myself a cup of water and drank a little before hearing someone snoring behind me. Turning round Finn stirred a bit in his sleep. Setting down the water my feet brought me over to the boy laying on the sofa. His arms were crossed over his chest. A photo of me he carries round in his wallet in his hand.

It’s funny almost. We were like a damn teenage couple. Doing little cheesy things that kids do in relationships. On the back of this particular picture I had written 'Yours’ meaning that I was his. I had one of him that had 'Mine’ on it.

A smile spread across my lips. I put a knee on either side of his waist and kissed the corner of his mouth. My hands wandering under his black t shirt feeling his defined torso. He hummed under my touch and I knew he had woken up.

“What are ye doing?” He chucked, eyes still closed.

I didn’t reply, instead continuing my exploration of his body. His beard tickled at my cheek as I moved to his neck licking a bold line up it before beginning to suck. I felt him squirm under me. His semi hard on pressing against me. I bit down on his skin lightly receiving a hiss from him.

“Baby.” He lifted to sit up on the sofa.

I tried for his shirt before he stopped me. His smile that I loved so much faded.

“I should have called.” He shook his head looking down in between us.

“I’m just glad you’re okay.” I pushed his hair back.

“But ya were so worried.. I made ya cry, baby I’m so sorry.” I hushed him, indulging him in a cuddly hug.

Finns head rested on top of my own, arms wrapped tightly round my smaller body. We sat like that for a few more moments before I’d become uncomfortable and squirmed in his hold. Once released I continued with my previous exploration of my beautiful boyfriends body.

I kissed his lips before trailing a wet line down to his clothed chest. I pulled at the hem of the tee. To my annoyance Finn stopped me once again, placing my arms at my side.

“No, baby. Tonight I’m gunna show ye how much I care about ya.” He paused to kiss my neck.

I let out a moan as he began to suck at the sensitive skin. In an instant my shirt was on the floor and so was his. I ran my finger along his defined abs, stopping to poke at the beauty marks on his right ab. Finn chuckled a little.

My eyes found his dark lust filled ones. I placed my hand over his heart and left it there for a brief moment. It raced under my touch. We never said it yet. It was something we didn’t find that needed to be said, but I knew exactly how he felt about me. And I feel the same way.

Finns hand found mine and he placed a delicate kiss to my lips. The kiss grew sloppier and I could feel him straining against his pants.

“Bedroom.” I managed to breath.

He wasted no time in lifting me off the sofa and carrying me into the dark room, my legs wrapped round his body. He set me down on the bed and turned on the light to see better. I was getting impatient, needing him to touch me.

He ridded me of my shorts, leaving me in just a bra and knickers. Kissing up the base of my thigh I felt him hum.

“So soft.”

I felt a finger move against my clothed heat. I let out a hiss and grabbed his neck as he began sucking at the skin of my thigh, sure to leave a trail of pink and purple marks.

“Moan my name, darlin’.” He bit down.

“F-Finn… Please.”

I needed him.

“Please what, princess?” He was killing me.

“Touch me.” It was barely audible but I know he heard.

Finn came up to look at me, a smirk on his face. His hand moved back and forth on my pussy. He leaned over to my ear.

“Touch you where, darlin’?” He whispered seductively.

“I don’t fucking care, Finn just touch me, please.”

That was enough for him to move his head back between my legs, ripping off my knickers. He licked a straight line up my folds.

“Holy fuck, princess. This wet and I’ve hardly touched you.” He moaned.

I pulled his head down with my hand. He knew I was getting impatient. His lips attached to my soaking core. His tongue flicked up and down my clit. My back arched up off the mattress. He moaned against my dripping pussy causing a burst of pleasure to rip through me. My lips parted but I couldn’t find the words to speak.

I fisted at the bed sheets arching my back with the pleasure bursting through my core. I felt Finns finger rub up and down my folds before inserting one and pumping in and out at a steady pace. I wouldn’t last long if he kept this up.

“F-Finn…” I whimpered.

He came up for air, his finger still pumping in and out of me.

“Tha’s right. Say ma’ name, baby girl.”

Another finger fell inside me without warning. He began curling them in a come hither motion, watching me wriggle beneath him. Finn dipped his head back down. My eyes rolled back and I arched my back off the mattress only for Finn to use his free arm to hold me down.

“Oh, f-f..”

My hands couldn’t seem to find a steady place to hold onto. The pleasure was too intense. He increased the pace and soon I was sent over the edge. He hummed against me in satisfaction, using his long fingers to ride out my orgasm.

My breathing was unsteady as Finn came to hover above me holding two digits over my lips.

“Suck.” He whispered hotly.

I did as I was told, taking his fingers in my mouth sucking my juices off. Finn enjoyed watching me do so as he hummed. I licked my lips. He lifted me off the bed and came behind my torso unhooking my bra. He slid it from my arms and tossed it to the floor. I watched as he admired the view in front of him.

He took one of my nipples in his mouth and sucked at the nub. I moaned in appreciation. He caressed my breast in his large hands, squeezing it gently.

“I need you.”

“Patience, baby.”

Finn left a trail of kisses up my neck, taking my earlobe between his teeth. I rolled my hips up desperate for contact. Finn held me down. I pulled at his hair trying to get his attention. He wasn’t budging. He kept kissing down my neck and torso leaving love bites.

“Cha’ need, baby?”

“You inside me.” I spoke barely above a whisper.

He heard me. The bed squeaked as he climbed from on top of me and over to the bedside table and pulled put a condom.

“Ye gunna help me?”

I blushed and climbed over to where he stood, unbuckling his jeans and pushing them down his shaved legs. His semi hard on was straining in his briefs. I licked my lips upon seeing the precome stain already forming. I bit my lip gazing up to see Finn staring contently down at me.

My index fingers hooked into the top of his briefs edging them down. His length slipped out hitting his stomach. I gasped. His size always shocked me. I took it in my hand and stroked it a few times before taking it in my mouth whole. Finn hissed at my brave actions. I pumped what I couldn’t fit in my mouth.

“Just like tha’, baby girl.” Finn hissed.

He pushed himself further hitting the back of my throat. I squeezed my eyes shut. My hands twisted round his length and I felt him begin to twitch inside my mouth. Before I could finish he pulled out and came onto my bare chest, his warm load dripping down my breast. Finn groaned throwing his head back in pleasure.

Finn scooped some of the white liquid onto his finger and held it up to my mouth. I complied sucking off the saltiness. Finns chest was rising and falling heavily as he reached to the floor for a shirt to clean the sticky wetness off my breast.

“C'mere.” Finn helped me off of the floor, “Was tha’ okay?” I nodded.

His lips made contact with mine. He didn’t ask for permission as his tongue mingled with mine. My fingers tangled with the strands at the back of his head, tugging them. He moaned at the sensation. Pulling apart he ripped open the condom with his teeth sliding it on and throwing the piece of tin in the bin.

Finn guided us back to the bed. He laid us on the pillows and positioned himself at my entrance. He stroked himself up and down my folds a few times.

“Ya ready, babe?” I shook my head.

Slowly he pushed himself in. I gasped trying to adjust to his size. Finn brought his forehead down to mine, looking me in the eyes. His hips rolled forward at a slow steady pace. My low moans filled the otherwise quiet bedroom.

“F-fuck baby yer so t-tight.” Finn moaned.

The bed squeaked with each thrust. Finn placed a hand on the headboard for balance and the other held onto my hip. I wrapped my legs round his waist desperate for more contact. He pulled out and then back in hitting my spot.

“F-Finn! Right there!” I gushed.

My eyes fluttered closed and I lifted my hips to meet his. Finn kissed the side of my eye and I opened them again. His lips made contact with my neck, sucking at the already bruised skin. I could feel the knot in my stomach forming and my walls started to clench round Finn. I started to squirm round in his tight embrace trying to hold on a little longer.

“I know, baby. Come for me.”

Only when I felt Finns movements becoming sloppier I let go, screaming out Finns name along with a few profanities. He rode out my orgasm before hitting his own, burying his face into my neck swearing and groaning.

***

I woke up lying atop of Finn, his arms wrapped round my middle half. We were still completely naked. It was nearly morning and I knew he would sleep in but I needed a shower, I felt so icky. I pushed the duvet away and wriggled out of Finns strong grasp. He seemed displeased with my disappearance but quickly went back to his light snoring.

I patted my way along to the loo and quietly shut the door behind me, careful not to wake Finn. I turned the shower on and immediately stepped in and let the water trickle down my sweaty body.

I hadn’t heard the door open I was so engulfed by the steamy water. I jumped when a pair of hands wrapped ever so slowly round my waist.

“Good mornin’, darlin’.” Finns raspy voice spoke.

I spun round to face him met by a groggy smile. God he was amazingly beautiful. My fingers traced down the beauty marks next to his right abs. I loved these simple marks on his body.

Finn lifted my chin placing a delicate kiss upon my lips, his tongue brushing against my bottom lip asking for entrance. I parted my lips, our tongues fighting for dominance. Finn broke the kiss, brushing my hair behind my back and admiring the love bites from our previous actions that night. He peppered light kisses over them, gently sucking. I tangled my fingers in his lengthy hair as he began to move lower until he bowed before me.

His finger brushed up my folds separating them. He attached his lips, flicking his tongue in figure eight motions against my clit. I felt like my legs were going to fall from under me.

“Fuck, Finn. I need you’re fingers.” I moaned.

I didn’t know if he could hear my please over the sound of the rushing water until moments later two digits pounded into me. Finn hummed against my throbbing core. I hissed as he brought the nub between his teeth before releasing it and stopping all motions completely. He licked his lips savouring the taste and came back up to his full height which wasn’t much taller than me.

“Jump.”

I did as I was told. My legs wrapped round Finns waist. Finn caught hold of my arse and pinned me up against the cool tile wall. He wasted no time in slamming into me.

“Shit, yes Finn. Just like that.” I cried out.

My nails dug into his back leaving a trail of red marks. I looked down to see where Finn and I were connected, him pounding into me fiercely. He never touched me like this before. It was always slow love making.

Finns thrusts became sloppier and I knew he was close. I smiled touching our foreheads together. I hadn’t even noticed my orgasm approaching I was so focused on his. My head fell forward and I screamed out in pleasure. He pulled out just before the warm white liquid spewed from his sensitive pink tip and ran down the drain. Our breathing was still shaky as we stood holding each other.

“I love you.” I barely heard Finns words over the shower head.

I stood in shock. We’d never said it before. I closed my eyes and lay my head on his chest. He said it. My lips make contact with his atoms apple, sucking the bulge in his neck.

“I love you.”

a good place to start | inspired by this post (”…just??? isabelle lightwood not having to know exactly who she is and what she wants, being allowed to be unsure and taking time to figure herself out, because she tries so hard to be everything for everyone but herself and it seems unlikely to me that she’d just hit puberty and immediately come out with full confidence about her sexuality.”)


It started with a girl without a name, or at least, Isabelle had never learned it.

Izzy was 17 and she had just finished a patrol with her brothers. She convinced them to go with her to a club, Jace agreed because he wanted to go, and Alec would never leave them unprotected. (“We can take care of ourselves, Alec.” “I know, I’m still staying.”)

Jace was off flirting with some girl, Alec was standing at the bar, and Izzy was dancing on her own in the crowd when she made eye contact with a girl wearing a little black dress, her hair wild, her make up smudged, but her eyes shined and her smile lit up her entire presence. The girl smiled at Izzy and Izzy smiled back, suddenly feeling nervous, almost shy.

The girl walked towards her, confident and beautiful, and just as she reached Izzy, the song switched to something even more upbeat and the girl smiled wider and began to dance in front of Izzy, with Izzy. At some point the girl’s hands found their way to Izzy’s hips and Izzy placed her hands on the girl’s shoulders. She doesn’t know how many songs stopped and started as they danced; it felt like an entire separate world was created within their arms. Which was why Izzy was so startled when another girl appeared beside them, tapping the girl Izzy was dancing with on the shoulder and pointing to the exit.

The girl nodded and turned to Izzy, gave her a small smile before kissing her cheek and walking away. 

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anonymous asked:

lala is a terrible movie and you have terrible taste. it is so stereotypical and boring and i am honestly shocked someone who claims to know about film isnt insulted by it

[First Girl:]
Ba-ba-da-ba da-ba-da-ba
Ba-ba-ba ba-da-ba-da-ba
Ba-ba-ba ba

[First Girl:]
I think about that day
I left him at a Greyhound station
West of Santa Fe

We were seventeen, but he was sweet and it was true
Still I did what I had to do
‘Cause I just knew

Summer Sunday nights
We’d sink into our seats
Right as they dimmed out all the lights
A Technicolor world made out of music and machine
It called me to be on that screen
And live inside each scene

[First Girl & First Man:]
Without a nickel to my name
Hopped a bus, here I came
Could be brave or just insane

[First Girl, First Man & Second Man:]
We’ll have to see

[First Girl:]
‘Cause maybe in that sleepy town
He’ll sit one day, the lights are down
He’ll see my face and think of how he…

[First Girl, First Man, Second Man & Dancers:]
…used to know me

[All:]
Climb these hills
I’m reaching for the heights
And chasing all the lights that shine
And when they let you down
You’ll get up off the ground
'Cause morning rolls around
And it’s another day of sun

[Young Man:]
I hear 'em every day
The rhythms in the canyons
That’ll never fade away
The ballads in the barrooms
Left by those who came before
They say “you gotta want it more”
So I bang on every door

[Second Girl:]
And even when the answer’s “no”
Or when my money’s running low
The dusty mic and neon glow
Are all I need

[Young Man:]
And someday as I sing my song
A small-town kid’ll come along

[Second Girl & Young Man:]
That’ll be the thing to push him on and go go

[All:]
Climb these hills
I’m reaching for the heights
And chasing all the lights that shine
And when they let you down
You’ll get up off the ground
'Cause morning rolls around
And it’s another day of sun

[Instrumental Break]

[First Girl:]
And when they let you down
The morning rolls around

[All:]
It’s another day of sun
It’s another day of sun
It’s another day of sun
It’s another day of sun
Just another day of sun
It’s another day of sun
Another day has just begun
It’s another day of sun

[Five car horn honks]

It’s another day of sun!

Shawn Mendes One Shot: The Ellen Show. Pt.2

A/N: AYO again! I got so many of you asking for part two so obviously, I did it. I’ve had SOO much fun writing this. This one again is lengthy but I hope it’s worth it? I’ve actually been thinking I might continue more with this as now we’ve finally gotten to the better stuff? I don’t know I might actually make this into a fic? Let me know what you think? Maybe I’ll just do a part 3 to finish it up 100%, or just leave it at this or reboot it to fic? IDK, y’all let me know. Anyways I hope you enjoy regardless!!! :)

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“Ready?”

You looked up to your manager and nodded your head like bull riders did in the pins before coming out. Your manager pulled open the black SUV door and you heard the screams that you heard from inside the car. They cheering of what seem predominately girls didn’t escalate a lot as your feet touched the pavement, however, you did notice it increase ever so slightly.

You stepped away from the SUV and began walking towards the alley between the crowds. When you looked into the crowd you didn’t register anything at first. You were mostly concerned with trying to get correctly in place. Your manager escorting you into the correct place on the carpet before you walked out to the cameras.  

“Okay, give me a second, wait here.” My manager said holding up his hand.

Both myself and his assistant stopped where he informed us. Both her I chatted a little to make it not seem awkward that we were standing in the middle of carpet with people running around us.

Suddenly I heard my name being called. I looked up as some fans yelled from the side behind the barricade. I made eye contact with one who was calling to me and waved brightly smiling to her.  They called some more.

Looking to my managers assistant I grinned. “You’re supposed to stay here.” She spoke cautiously.

I patted her shoulder and smiled. “Well, you stay right here. I’ll go say Hello.”

She shrugged her shoulders indifferently. Turning away from her I began to tip toe over to the crows on the side. Hands started reaching out and screams began to ring in my ears. I found the first girl I had waved to and went up to her.

“Oh, my god. Oh, my god. “ She said over and over.

“Hiiii!” I smiled. “How are you guys?”

I felt a few hands touch me gently.

“Oh, my god. Can, can I get a picture?” The original girl said stuttering. I beamed, nothing made me happier than when people seemed to genuinely be excited or happy to meet me. “Oh of course!”

She pulled up her phone and held it out to take the picture. “Here let me take it.” I asked reaching for it to get a better angle as she was pushed to the edge of the barricade. I held out the phone taking the picture and a couple more for good measure. She thanked me repeatedly. I moved along a little to the side and spoke to a few more people, taking pictures, signing stuff and talking to them.

“I’m so excited to see the movie in August.” Someone said as I was singing a ticket. My head shot up, I made eye contact with a young teen boy.

“Are you really? Oh my god that makes me so happy to hear!”

He smiled back and asked for a picture. As I clicked for the picture I heard my manager calling my name. I looked down from the camera I was holding up and saw him waving for me to rejoin them. I turned around and said I needed to leave to the people who were still reaching. They all gave me disappointed responses.

“It was so nice to meet all of you. Have a wonderful night.” I smiled once again waving to them, before turning around.  I quickly jogged in my heals over to my manager. He looked at me and to the crowd I had just been with.

“Man, you’re a natural for this. I couldn’t have trained you any better myself.”

I turned my head, not understanding his comment. But before I could question him, he was pushing me forward. A woman in black clothing and a headset came up to us.

“You’ll have to wait for a second. Wait right here.”

We stood waiting as the person in front of me turned and the photographers began to yell her name. It was Vanessa Hudgens, which made you instantaneously feel nervous. Like aways waiting made you nervous, but following Vanessa was more pressure.

Over the yelling of photographers, you heard two screams from the side calling you. You looked to see two young girls yelling your name, arms outstretched papers and sharpies in hand. Without thinking you took off to them, you manager was yelling at you, but you didn’t care.

“Hiii.” You said to the two girls reaching for their pens. You pulled off the cap and quickly signed the two notebooks.

“Oh my god you’re so pretty.” The blonde one said. I thanked them before waving goodbye. Turing, I returned to my manager who was angry.

The woman in black was waiting, they rushed me out onto the main carpet. I walked out gracefully and unrushed, the lady pointed for me to stand. Turning the yelling of my name began. The flashes made me go blind instantly. I had done this only a handful of times before so I tried to remind myself to not get lost.

Smile, relax and pose. My manager’s voice said in my head.

I did just that. I heard the photographers yelling my name at different octaves trying for my attention, I tried to follow them, so they could get the shot. In-between yelling my name they yelled out compliments. This happened for a good thirty seconds before the escort on the carpet touched my arm. Blinded by the flashes I tried to follow her.

“Right here.” She said again, and I believed I had gotten the right spot. This happened twice more before I had reached the end of the carpet. When I reached the end my manager had already gotten to the end somehow and was waiting for me.

“You fucking killed that!” He said grabbing my shoulder and shaking them in excitement. “God damn. Keep it up you’re going to be giving us a raise soon.”

I smiled genuinely happy at both my manager and his assistance’s excitement. Although all this celebrity type stuff wasn’t my favourite I wanted to please them. I wanted to work hard so I could never say I failed because I was too pretentious to put in the work.

My manager escorted us to the next line of press, which was interviews. This was a portion I was always had mixed feelings about. I had only done a few of these but they were sometimes a hit or miss. Sometimes interviewers genuinely didn’t know who I was, which was embarrassing and awkward. My manager quickly readjusted my tops white trap, as it had moved on my shoulder. I looked down and smoothed out my white skirt. I felt a little more exposed in my outfit, I had argued with my manager that it might not be the most appropriate outfit considering the audience of the award show. But he insisted I wear the two piece, white lace bustier top and knee-length skirt. Reasoning that we were wanting to keep my audience older, more serious and mature. He wanted to move me away from the CW audience I had made my appearance with, which was the exact reason for being invited to the Teen Choice Awards show. Wearing this outfit would imply just that, he stated.

“Alright. Let’s go.” A man said from behind us.

I turned and followed him. He pressed me towards a crew. I left my team and began speaking with them. My manager went along behind me looking for other crews and networks for me to speak with. This was a crucial moment.

The interviews went by with good success. I had spoken to Buzzfeed, E! Network, The Young Hollywood and a few other mentionable. They all asked standard questions a few off ones but mostly asked about the upcoming moving and my interview with Ellen. E! Network had been the only one to bring up Shawn. Keeping nonchalant I brushed it off and said that the fans thinking we were cute together was flattering. But followed by reminding them I had never met him before.

After the interviews, we walked inside. My manager escorted us backstage which was buzzing with crew members and celebrities. I caught a few glimpses of actors who gave me butterflies thinking about them being so close to me.

The show was about to start and my manager wanted me to get to our seats. I was seated next to Melissa Benoist, who had been my co-star on Supergirl for the five episodes I had appeared on for their last season. We greeted on another and I was very aware of a camera man taking our picture as we did. We chatted for while and moved on to chatting with numerous people around us. Soon an ambience came over the room, cameras pulled into closer to staged and people began taking places. There was a final announcement that show would be on its way shortly.

A minute or two later the room hushed over and the host for the award show took place on the stage. The music and lights began and soon the show was on its way. I enjoyed my time as this was my first award show of this scale, everything going on around me was new and unexpected.  Although Melissa and I had never spent much time talking to one another offset, we made good appearances for the show and cameras anytime they might be on us.

It was around a quarter into the show when they were transitioning into the next musical performance. I watch someone tall set up onstage within the shadows. He took his place at a piano and I knew exactly who it was.

The host came over the sound system. “Shawn Mendes!”

The lights on the stage dimmed and the fog began to come over the floor, rain drops fell on the monitors as he began to play. Slowly, the spotlight lit him up, and I caught my breath. Seeing him for the first time was nothing like I expected.

He face was shadowed by the spotlight but I saw his brows furrowed in concentration as he played. Coming up to the microphone he began to sing, which really took my breath away. No amount of listening to his album and seeing pictures of him through display screen could simulate what it was like to see him in the physical.

His voice filled my ears and he was all I saw. I was mesmerised.  He continued singing with his hit ‘Stitches’. I knew his set perfectly for the song and saw the guitar and mic waiting for him further upstage. I sang along quietly, watching him sing with so much passion. Suddenly he smiled before standing up from the piano. The crowd went wide and I cheered with them. In the darkness, with the stage display showing a clip of heavy rain pouring I watch him pick up his guitar and come to the mic no more than fifteen feet away from me. Cameras swarmed in front of us pointing forwards him.

With the hit of his guitar the lights lit him up and he began singing the pre-course. I watched as he looked out to the crowd singing to them and only them. When he got into the course and the building was lit up and booming from his hand work. I was bouncing to the music singing every line and word. A camera man came in getting footage of me. I pretended he wasn’t there and played along for the show. But I truly didn’t need to act, as I was enjoying Shawn’s performance.

He hit his guitar with one last stroke and smiled out to the crowd. The audience was loud, he beamed up to them mouthing a thank you before blowing a kiss up to the stands. He looked down lower. Again I was mesmerised. Suddenly he turned his head down into the crowd in front of him. He didn’t look right to me first but scanned quickly and suddenly we made eye contact. It was only for a moment and I’m sure he had no idea who I was before the lights fell dark and he was nothing more than a shadow. Crew members rushed him off stage and into the blackness.

The rest of the next two hours I only wondered if he saw me. I questioned again if he even knew me, had he seen Ellen’s interview?

The rest of the show was long and tiresome. Keeping up appearances would have been better if I had been presenting or nominated for something to give me a bit of excitement but that was not the case. I only hoped it would be in the future.

With time the show was over and my manager guided me backstage again, stopping along the way to get photo opportunities. My manager was over the moon with how much exposure I was gaining from the night. Once back in behind the stage people were everywhere there was people and crew running around. Photographers and publicist. This particular situation was new to me but my manager seemed to know what to do. He was grabbing at any opportunity for me to get, pushing for A-list celebrities. He worked his magic and managed to snag me a moment with Selena Gomez and Tayor Swift. The cameras went off like fireworks as I chatted with them, we turned for a photo and then as fast as they came were both taken away. My manager was ecstatic and to be honest I was little too shell-shocked to understand the scope of what had just happened.

We moved on to other in the room and after a while, a woman came and talked to me. Looking around the room I then caught a glimpse of Shawn. He was tall in the crowd making it easier to find him. I watched him as the woman I didn’t know was talking to me. Attempting to pay attention to her I would glance down but I kept looking back to Shawn. He was smiling to whomever he was speaking with his smile bright and I couldn’t help but feel happy when watching him as he smiled to someone else. I couldn’t imagine how it felt to be on the receiving of his smile. Turing back to the person in front of me I tried to answer their questions but only managed to the word “yeah” out. They gave me an odd look but continued on anyways. They had my attention for only a few seconds more before I looked up towards Shawn again. I was fixated, there was no other word for it. He was all I saw, I just tried to not gawk at him as he spoke to the person at his attention, looking absolutely captivating. His eyes were so warm and bright, I loved looking at them.

Suddenly I looked away, realising that the reason his eyes were so pleasing is because they were looking right at me. I felt the heat in my cheeks, something that hardly happened. Not daring to look again I engrossed myself into the person in front of me, who I still didn’t know.

After a bit, this person left me and my manager pushed me onto the crowd. I then felt a touch right above my wrist and someone with a pleasant voice called my name. The touch disappeared and I looked to the location it came from.

I saw Shawn smiling at me just before a person walked by between us. My heart felt like it fell out of my chest.When the blockage passed he was still there looking at me and smiling. Turning I smiled back, it felt big and hurt my cheeks. “Hi.” I said over the crowd too loud.

“Hi!” He said, extending his hand and opening up his arm. I took his hand and shook it. He leant into me with his open arm and we exchanged a reserved hug for a first greeting. The lights from the ceiling flickers a few times. “So nice to meet you.” Shawn smoothly spoke into the back of my head.

Inhaling I caught his scent. “Ah. Yes. Nice to meet you as well.” I stuttered too distracted by just his scent.

We disconnected and there was an awkward moment. He smiled just for a moment his face gentle.

“Your performance was amazing. I loved it so much.” I burst out, and I began to ramble. “I mean I’ve seen you do it live online so many times but seeing it in person was honestly a long time dream of mine. I was blown away!” As I spoke a smiled came across his face as he listened to me. “I’m honestly such a huge fan.” I finished.

He leant forward and smiled shyly. “Oh thank you that’s so sweet.” He said touching my forearm, which lit up to his touch. “I actually saw you in the audience after.”

I raised my eyebrows, staggered. “You did? Wow. I didn’t even think you knew who I was?” I laughed nervously.

Shawn gave me a beatific smile, touching my arm again. “Of course I know who you are.” He chuckled and it was a warming sound. “I’m still waiting for my marriage proposal.” He then gave me a wink.

My cheeks went hot again, and I loathed the feeling. “Oh, god.” I said placing my hand on my face. “You saw the show.”

Perplexed, he looked at me. “Of course I saw! I love her show.”

“Oh god.” I reached out and touched him for just a moment, this skin was so warm and soft.  The lighting in the room flashed again. It was if our touch was creating shortages in the electrical for the building. “I’m so sorry.” I threw my head back removing my hand. “That’s a little embarrassing.”

“Don’t say that. I found it really flattering.”

I shyly looked away. “Well, I’m glad you did, and didn’t find it creepy.”

He chuckled again and I think I fell in love with the sound. “No. Not creepy at all.”

The room flashed again and I noticed that a man with a camera was standing taking pictures. I looked directly around us and a little ring of privacy was created just around us. The photographer, asked for the picture of both of us.

I looked up to Shawn and he smiled to me and opened his arm for the picture. I turned into his arm, his hand pressed to my middle back and couldn’t help noticed how much I enjoyed the touch. I leant slightly in for the picture, the photographer got a few of us smiling and a few without. My manager and a guy who I assumed was Shawn’s came in the place of the photographer and they took a picture as well. I noticed a few random people behind them did the same. I whispered thought my smile to Shawn.

“Would you mind if I actually got a picture on my phone too?”

Our managers moved away and Shawn removed himself away from me.

Timidly smiling up at Shawn I continued. “Like I said. I’m actually a huge fan so this is a big of a big deal for me.”

He shook his head just slightly as if to say to not be so ridiculous. “Of course. As long as I get one as well. I’m a fan of you as well.”

I giggled reaching into my small red clutch. “Oh don’t falsely flatter me.”

Shawn pulled out his from his back jean pocket. “I’m not.” He said looking serious. “I started off in school musicals, to say I wasn’t excited for a remake of ‘Singin’ in the Rain’ would be disrespectful.”

I looked down at my phone trying to hide how flattered I was at him knowing what I was working in.  

“You’re alright with Snapchat?” I asked politely my finger hovering over the app. Shawn pulled up his phone to show me the opened app on his. We chuckled at one another before he shuffled closer to me for the picture. I leant into him and he pulled it up both of us showing up on the screen. He looked perfect. I smiled at the sight of him and me together in a picture. He tapped the button for the picture, we relaxed our pose and he touched at his phone.

“A silly one?” He asked, his voice deep and raspy so close to my ear.

I agreed as he set up his phone after a few moments for another picture. We returned for a pose again, and both we posed. We both make a shocked face lips were parted and eyes wide. I giggled at the coincidence before reposing for the picture. Shawn took the picture and then we move onto taking one on my phone. We only got to do one, before Shawn’s name was being called by someone. Shawn looked up and indicated he needed to move on.

“It was so nice to meet you.” He said reaching to hug me with one arm. I reached back returning it.

“Likewise.” I beamed, my cheeks hurting again.

His hand was still on my forearm. “Hey, listen we should hang out sometime. If you want?”

I raised my eyebrows stupefied at the offer. “Yeah, that would be great.”

He held my arm tighter and smiled. “Great! Listen I’ll get my guy to contact your guy if that works for you?”

I nodded unable to speak.

“Again, I’m so glad to have met you. Have a great night.” He smiled brightly to me once last time before himself and his touch disappeared into the crowd.  

The crowd around me swallowed me up again. My manager came into view and his cold hands were only my shoulder.

“Oh, my god. That was great. You did such a great job. You really sold that!”

His words confused me. “What?” I asked my voice distance and preoccupied. My brain was filled with images of what had just happened. I held up my phone the picture of Shawn and myself still waiting on it. I published it to my Snapchat story after saving it.  My managers cool hands then pushed me around the room for the rest of the night because I was gone. Whatever logic or attention I had, left with Shawn. Part of me was terrified of how I was feeling but the other part was elated. Nothing could live up to this.

It wasn’t until the lights and sounds were gone in the black SUV driving us to an after party that I really came to my reality.

“I met Shawn,” I whispered as I looked out the window as the L.A lights went by. “I cannot believe this.”

“You did amazing at the show.” My manager said grabbing my attention. “You got so much exposure. You interacted with fans naturally. So many good pictures.” He turned to his assistant. “Make sure we are pushing those.”

I turned to my manager saying his name and telling him to  “Shut up.” He stopped.

I began to shake my head in disbelief. “All of this is really happening isn’t it?”

He grinned at me. “It really is.” His hand touched my knee. “It’s only going to get bigger, trust me.”

I looked away from him and back to the window. “I couldn’t think of anything better.”

I felt an icy hand on my hot shoulder. It was warm in the club for the after party. I turned around my manager was leaning into my ear.

“Shawn’s manager got into contact with me.” Instantly I was fully attentive to him. “Saying you and Shawn wanted to get together sometime?”

I looked up in the dark room and nodded eagerly.

‘Well, he’s only in town until tomorrow afternoon. And with the promo for the movie you’re going to be swamped for the next two months. The only time that works for the both of you in the next three months is tomorrow morning?”

“Okay?” I answered. “So?”

“Well, are you good with that.” My manager yelled into my ear.

“Yeah!” I yelled back.

“Alright well, it will be early. I’ll get back to Andrew. We should get you out of here then. Don’t want to be up to late and miss tomorrow.”

I nodded in agreement, excited to leave the party. My manager really had wanted me to attend the party but I wasn’t into it and was just going along for the benefits it could give me. All this was for the better, right?


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all your world’s a stage

dance with me ‘til all the stars begin to fall,
dance with me ‘til there’s nothing left of you at all, 
all the stars come down tonight.

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I finally decided a style for some IchiRuki children. I still like the idea of a first born daughter, but a second child protagonist who resembles Ichigo. The girl (still without names :sad:) with more features of the shiba clan because genes, and the boy with short height because of Rukia.

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7 Ladies That Nail The Tomboy Chic Style via The Mixed Mannequin


Often girls will ask me how to dress down with their sneakers and not look like a boy. Names like Vashtie definitely come to mind when naming girls who body the tomboy look without losing a bit of their femininity. The ladies on the list definitely take a few style risks but at the end of the day you have to do what works for you and whatever you’re comfortable in. Head over to the TheMixedmannequin.com and check out the complete list. 

I WENT TO VISIT MY GRANDMA AT THE NURSING HOME AND THE LADY LITERALLY DOESN’T KNOW POOP FROM APPLESAUCE BUT SHE MUST HAVE REMEMBERED ME BRINGING SOMEONE TO CHRISTMAS BECAUSE SHE’S LIKE “SO HOW’S KALEB” (AKA MY GIRLFRIEND, KAYLA) AND MY MOM WAS LIKE “SHE’S DATING A GIRL AND HER NAME IS KAYLA, MOM”

WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT MY GRANDMA WAS LIKE “OH HOW LOVELY. I WAS A LESBIAN ONCE YOU KNOW.”

King & Queen (Roan x Reader) SMUT

Request: Hi I just really need a king roan of azgeda x Queen reader of azgeda, who’s an azgeda grounder, smut. The classic raging jealous smut, where he sees Bellamy heavily flirting with the reader, his wife, the queen of azgeda. Dom!Roan x Sub!reader. Kinky, if your okay with writing kinky smut. I love you and your blog so much!!! -xoxoxo (overstimulation and daddy kink) 

Originally posted by riddlvr



“You are Queen of Azgeda.”

“And you are my King.”

“Then why did Bellamy feel it was okay to flirt with you?” Roan questions, his head tilted upwards as his eyes studied you, making you feel as if he wasn’t talking to his wife but a subject. It doesn’t bother you though, Roan knows what you like.

You furrow your eyebrows when you realise he’s not joking around, “He acts like a child.” You laugh, running your hands along his chest in efforts to cup his face but Roan’s hands grab your wrists and hold them up in the air. 

You raise an eyebrow, a smirk etched on your face. “Someone’s jealous.” 

 “He should be the jealous one,” Roan tells you, his eyes glancing from your eyes to your lips, “He doesn’t know how good I make my Queen feel. But after tonight, he will.” His soft lips attack yours. When lets your hands loose, he places his palms against your ass to push you closer to him. “I’ll make you feel so good.” He begins kissing down your neck as his hand reaches up your dress to rub you excruciatingly slowly through your panties. 

 “Is that a promise?” You moan, feeling yourself getting wetter by the second as his expert fingers play with you. 

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Popular Names from Across the Globe (2015)

It’s time to dive into the most popular names found around the world! Here are the top names in each country that presented data from their births in 2015.

Argentina
Note: Data collected in Buenos Aires only.
Girls: Sofía, María, Lucía, Martina, Catalina.
Boys: Santiago, Mateo, Juan, Matías, Nicolás.

Armenia
Girls: Nareh, Mari, Maria, Maneh, Mariam. 
Boys: Davit, Narek, Alex, Tigran, Hayk.

Australia
Girls: Olivia, Charlotte, Mia, Ava, Amelia.
Boys: Oliver, William, Jack, Noah, Jackson/Jaxon/Jaxson.

Azerbaijan
Girls: Zahra, Nuray, Fatima, Eileen, Zainab.
Boys: Yusif, Ali, Hussein, Omar, Mohammed.

Belgium
Girls: Emma, Louise, Olivia, Elise, Alice.
Boys: Louis, Arthur, Noah, Lucas, Liam.

Bosnia
Girls: Amina, Sara, Emina, Lamija, Merjem.
Boys: Ahmed, Amar, Daris, Adin, Harun.

Bulgaria
Girls: Viktoria, Maria, Nikol, Aleksandra, Gabriela.
Boys: Georgi, Aleksandar, Martin, Dimitar, Ivan.

Chile
Girls: Sofía, Emilia, Isidora, Florencia, Maite.
Boys: Agustín, Benjamín, Vicente, Mateo, Martín.

Croatia
Girls: Mia, Lucija, Ema, Ana, Petra.
Boys: Luka, Ivan, David, Jakov, Petar.

Czech Republic
Girls: Eliška, Anna, Tereza, Adéla, Karolína.
Boys: Jakub, Jan, Tomáš, Adam, Filip.

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I’m learning not to just hide and run | a Natasha Romanoff fanmix

01. beauty don’t mean shit to me, only when it’s a weapon and deadly / 02. you’re fucking with the wrong wolf, baby / 03. feel the earth shake, don’t rest your soul / 04. bigger men have hit their knees, and better men have died / 05. isn’t that the way? everybody’s got their dues in life to pay / 06. I guess all my good graces are too far out of reach / 07. but there’s blood on my hands, yeah, there’s blood / 08. I can’t describe, how the dark consumes the light / 09. mother, can you keep them in the dark for life, can you hide them from the waiting world? / 10. I am everything and I’m nothing at all / 11. I will burn your kingdom down if you try to conquer me and mine / 12. I play for keeps, ‘cause I might not make it back, I’ve been everywhere, and still I’m standing tall / 13. I would like to find a place where the taste of blood in my mouth could evaporate

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Guys, this is so funny. This basically sums up Hinata’s relationship with Naruto and Sakura’s relationship with Sasuke. Even if there were instances in the manga where these girls said their respective “lover’s” names without using honorifics, they were clearly and embarrassingly outnumbered by the moments where they added “-kun” at the end. Sasuke and Naruto never, if not, barely called each other like that and that emphasizes how emotionally close they were compared to their canon wives.