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Russian names: pet names

As in, names for loved ones, not for pets, although those are fun, too.

(I’ve been considering a post like this for a long time, and then I got an ask requesting it, so I decided to go ahead and pick up my drafts. Dear person who requested it, I’m very sorry, I accidentally clicked “send” before I took note of your URL, that’s why I’m not tagging you. Credits for prompting this are yours, anyway.)

Most Russian partners and spouses address and refer to each other by the diminutives or their first names, sometimes using a slightly different version than everyone else (Vitka or Vitenka, rather than just Vitya, Yurka or Yurochka rather than Yura), but generally, they use the same names for each other as their siblings and close friends use for them.

Also, Russians in general (especially Russian men, Georgi Popovich notwithstanding) are a little (okay, a lot) more reserved than people in a lot of other countries; ending every phone call with “I love you”, making sure there are always fresh flowers in the house and bringing each other breakfast in bed isn’t something that happens very often, not even in novels.. 

Therefore, not a lot of Russians make up pet names for each other, call each other something new and sweet every day or even explicitly say “I love you” at all. 

That said, pet names still do exist, and people do use them - sometimes sincerely, and sometimes jokingly or even in mocking.

Before I begin my three-page rant on Russian nicknames, I’d like to make sure we’re clear about three things.

First, my transliteration isn’t the only correct way to spell it. There’s often no right way to transliterate some words or letters, so if you see and like some other way to spell some word - go ahead and use that, it most possibly doesn’t matter. Just watch out for o/a and e/i in unstressed syllables (it’s YurOchka, VitEnka), because those, if spelled wrong, look like spelling mistakes rather than alternative transliterations.

Second, YMMV. Russia is huge. Dialects exist. People are different. There’s a good chance someone may use some words differently, and that’s okay.

Third, I hope everyone’s aware that it’s also okay to use any words you like in your fanfic, even if they only sound Russian, or don’t even sound Russian at all; it’s your text, you’re the one who’s creating the universe your characters live in; the Russia in your fanfic doesn’t have to be exactly the same as the Russia that exists in our world.

If, however, you want to stick to the real-life Russian pet names, this text is for you.

The first thing that’s important to remember when picking a Russian endearment is gender. A lot of Russian words aren’t gender-neutral, and using the wrong gender makes it hilarious if the person is secure in their gender or offensive, if they have gender-related issues. So please, make sure you pick a gender-neutral word or use the correct version of a gendered one. I marked all feminine words with an f, and all masculine with an m, and explicitly stated if the word is gender-neutral.

The word most frequently used in fanfic, “дорогой(m, dorogoy)/дорогая(f, dorogaya)” is, indeed, the equivalent for “darling”, but in real life it’s hardly ever used as an endearment. Instead, it’s more of a word for old married couples: “Dorogaya, you ruined my life, - You’re not exactly a gift yourself, dorogoy!”. It’s used ironically or jokingly much more often than as an actual way to address someone you love. It’s also the same word as “expensive”, so statements like “Moya dorogaya is very dorogaya, that’s the third silver necklace this week” aren’t unheard of.

Much more often used is “милый(m, miliy)/милая(f, milaya)”. It basically means the same - “dear/darling” - but sounds more gentle and intimate. Young women use that, along with lubimiy, on girly forums to refer to their boyfriends (”Last night miliy said that I…”).

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If Jamie and Claire (and Murtagh) could text: The Day after the Wedding edition
  • Murtagh: so then....
  • Murtagh: how did it go last night?
  • Murtagh: she treat ye alright?
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  • Murtagh: how about telling me in words?
  • Jamie: let's just say
  • Jamie: if i were still @ university
  • Murtagh: alright alright mebbe let's go back to the picture nonsense
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A/N: This wasn’t requested, I’ve just had this idea in my head for so, so, so long and last night I started writing. I just feel like every one can relate to having put a label on them, idk. I may delete it again.

Word count: 4,286

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The music was loud, actually giving me a rather unpleasant headache. I must admit, I didn’t really want to be at this party, but it was my first day back for months and I think my friends needed to see me make an effort.

Loads of people were here, half of them I didn’t even know, it had taken me an hour and a half to take pictures with people. I didn’t mind that, but I would just rather have been kicking it at home with Aaliyah watching Harry Potter or something.

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anonymous asked:

So I go off tumblr for a couple days and come back to see all this sprousehart stuff and I'm so lost pls fill me in xx

Previously on LiliCole Sprousehart: We’ve been speculating whether Cole lives with Debby Ryan or not, and if thats why Lili is there all the time. Cole took her to Antelope Valley that she posted about wanting to go to just before he went there the last time for a photoshoot! She had a lovely dress on and they played Lana Del Ray and Weeknds new song Lust for life that has very Sprousehart friendly aesthetics and lyrics. Cole liked a funny Lili picture on Reddit. Lili posted a picture from a room with loads of polaroids and we all went crazy to see if there was a picture of Cole there. Lili went to a Marie Claire event last night with Mads and Cami and left early. 

Next week on LiliCole Sprousehart: Will Cole upload photos from Antelope Valley of Lili? Will they sneak away somewhere else? Will KJ continue his daddy antics with Lili? Is Lili moving in with Debby Ryan? ARE THEY GETTING MARRIED AT A LANA DEL REY CONCERT? And: is Cole going to PaleyFest? Tune in! 

Jimon Coffee Shop AU

Author’s Note: For Theo. @petertheromaniwolf I love you happy birthday!! Idk if this is good but I hope you like it! Also, could this title have been better? Yes, but I’m an unoriginal bitch. 

Word count: 2.5k+

Ships: Jimon obvs and implied Clizzy and another one if you find it. 

Plot: Pls see the title. 

Simon stood behind the counter on a Saturday night, finally able to catch his breath as the crowd began to thin. He glanced at his watch—and groaned. There were two whole hours left. He was never going to cover for Clary again.

His eyes were starting to droop when what he hoped would be the last customer of the night came in. The boy seemed a little older than him, and his hair looked very swoosh-y.

“Hi, welcome to Garroway’s, what can I get you?” Simon asked, putting on his customer-smile.

“Um, actually, I saw the sign out front. I’m looking for a job?” Swoosh said.

“Oh, right.” Simon said, straightening up. “I’ll go get my manager.”

Simon walked over to the small door and knocked twice before he heard the faint “come in”.

“Luke?” Simon poked his head in. “A guy’s here about the job.”

“Alright, Simon, send him in.” Luke said, nodding his head at him.

Simon nodded back and left to tell Swoosh to head inside.

He made a black coffee and a frappucino for a really pissed off-looking guy and his friend and then played around on his phone for a while before Swoosh came back.

“Hey!” Simon grinned. “Did you get the job?”

Swoosh smiled back, small and cute. Simon noticed his eyes were really interesting. One of them was completely, brilliantly blue and the other was blue mixed with brown. They were one of the prettiest things Simon had ever seen.

He realized that he’d been staring and that Swoosh had said something.

“I’m sorry, what?” Simon asked, feeling his cheeks heat up.

Swoosh smirked. “I said I start Monday. 4 pm.”

“Oh, nice!” Simon grinned. “That’s my shift too.”

“I’ll see you Monday, then.” Swoosh adjusted his jacket and made his way out the shop.

He’d almost left when Simon called out, “Hey, wait! What’s your name?”

Swoosh turned around and flashed that smirk Simon was already getting familiar with. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”


For Jace, Monday couldn’t come fast enough. Not only did he need the money, he was also mildly interested in the cute barista. He wasn’t really his type, with those glasses and the Harry Potter t-shirt but there was something about him.

He stepped into Garroway’s, breathing in the scent of coffee and sugary treats. He hopped over the counter before pulling his apron on.

There weren’t many customers so Jace cleaned up the counter and threw away the trash. Simon burst into the café’ at 4:30, breathless and sweaty.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, putting his hands on his knees to catch his breath. “I fell asleep.”

“It’s alright.” Jace bent down to grab an apron and threw it to Simon.

“Luke’s gonna kill me.” Simon mumbled, before tugging the apron on and joining Jace behind the counter.

“It’s fine, he doesn’t know.” Jace assured him.

“You didn’t tell him?” Simon asked, reaching over to grab a cup. His arm brushed against Jace’s, making him want to scream.

“No.” Jace said, shrugging.

“Oh.” Simon smiled before his eyes drifted to his name tag. Jace noticed it was a different smile. Not the smile he’d showed the first time he’d seen him. “Thanks, Jace.”

Jace let out a noise that sounded more like a laugh than a scoff. “Customers.” He said, nodding towards the group of teenagers that had just entered.

“Right.” Simon sighed. “I hate these ones. They always have the most complicated orders.”

He put on his charming customer smile as they approached the counter. “Hi, welcome to Garroway’s, what can I get you?”

As promised, the kids all had extremely complicated orders and Jace struggled to keep them all in his head. The café’ he’d worked at before only had normal things like coffee and cappuccino, not freaking unicorn dream flower soy latte half and half extra shot of espresso macchiatos. That’s probably why they closed.

Simon, however, was completely at ease, having done this a million times.

“You need any help?” He asked Jace.

“No.” Jace responded, starting to make the first drink.

“Really? Because you look like you need some help.” Simon insisted.

“I said I’m fine.” Jace responded, grabbing a packet of sugar.

“No!” Simon shouted, grabbing Jace’s hand before he could pour the sugar into the drink.

“What?” Jace said, annoyed. And he was also a little bit flustered because his hand was still inside Simon’s.

“That guy will kill you if you add sugar to his coffee.” Simon warned.

“But he asked for extra sugar?” Jace asked, confused.

“No, that was his boyfriend.” Simon said.

Jace groaned. “I give up.”

Simon smiled, softly. “How about you accept my help and just do what I tell you?”

“Fine.” Jace mumbled. “Thanks, or whatever.”

“Okay.” Simon chuckled and pulled his hand—and the packet of sugar—away.

Jace decided he liked his hands better when Simon was holding them.


It had been a couple weeks since Jace started working at Garroway’s and he was finally able to keep up, according to Simon.

He no longer went into the bathroom to scream when someone gave him a super-long order and he didn’t secretly record those orders on his phone either.

He was making progress.

He and Simon had gotten fairly close during their time working together, as they did have to spend about 5 hours together five days a week.

Maybe we should start hanging out outside of work, Simon thought. I mean, we’re friends now, right? And friends hang out all the time.

Although, Simon had to admit, he’d thought about being more than friends a couple times. There wasn’t much to not like about Jace. He tried to be all cool and badass but Simon knew he was just a puppy in a leather jacket.

“Um, hel-lo?” The obnoxious voice snapped Simon out of his daze.

“Hi.” He said to the middle-aged woman glaring at him. “What can I get you?”

“Ugh, are you really going to make me repeat my order?” The woman snapped.

“Sorry, I just, um, had something on my mind.” Simon apologized.

“Clearly.” The woman pursed her lips before repeating her order.

“Uh, your name please?” Simon asked, once she was done.

The woman groaned. “Are you serious?!” She was starting to get loud now. “I’ve been here for the past three days and you don’t even remember my goddamn name!”

“I’m sorry but we get loads of customers everyday .“ Simon said, trying not to show his frustration.

“Whatever. “The woman rolled her eyes. “It’s Karen.”

Simon heard a snort and turned to see Jace watching the exchange with a glint of amusement in his eyes. Simon subtly mouthed “helped me” which only made Jace laugh more.

“Um, could you faggots stop eye-fucking each other and start making my order?” Karen snapped.

Both Simon and Jace snapped their necks towards her. Suddenly, the glee in the air had disappeared.

“Excuse me.” Jace licked his lips, eerily calm and his eyes steely. “What did you just say?”

“That kind of language really isn’t necessary.” Simon said.

“Well, I was right, wasn’t I?” Karen demanded, pointing an accusatory finger. The line behind her was getting longer and everyone was shooting her disapproving looks. “That’s all you fags do, anyway.”

“I’m gonna ask you to leave now.” Jace said. Simon noticed his hands were clenched tightly, the veins popping in his arm.

“What?” Karen seemed bewildered. “Listen, I’m not gonna get discriminated against by the likes of you! I demand to see your manager.”

“Listen.” Simon said forcefully. “Either you leave right now or this is gonna turn ugly.”

“Bring me your manager!” Karen screamed.

“What the hell is going on out here?” Everyone turned around to glance at Luke, who’d appeared behind Simon. Karen took one look at Luke and the corners of her lips turned down.

Jace shuffled closer to Luke and quietly explained the situation.

Luke sighed and glanced at Karen. “Mam, we don’t tolerate that kind of behavior here. Please leave.”

“And why should I take orders from…you?” Karen folded her arms and looked at Luke as though he was something disgusting.

“Okay, that’s it.” Simon said. “Get out.”

“Why should—?”

“Get out now. Or we will call the cops.” Jace said, shifting closer to Simon. He took Simon’s shaking hand into his behind the counter and Simon could breathe again.

“Fine!” The woman yelled, turning to march out. “But I’m leaving the worst review on Yelp!” She shouted before she left.

“I cannot believe that just happened.” Jace mumbled, running his other hand through his hair.

“Why don’t you guys get going?” Luke suggested. “Your shift is almost over, anyway.”

“Luke, are you sure?” Simon asked.

Luke nodded. “Yeah, I got this.”

“Alright, then.” Simon removed his apron and Jace did the same.

The other customers kept staring at them as they left the store. Simon was fairly sure he’d see this event from their perspective on Tumblr or Twitter.

Simon breathed the cold night air in and leaned against the wall. Jace stood just in front of him, his eyes focused on him.

“Well, that was fucking awful.” Simon said. Jace nodded in agreement.

“Do you want to go get a drink?” Jace asked after a while.

Simon’s eyes widened. “Oh. Yes! I mean, uh, sure.” He tried and failed at not letting his glee show.

“Okay.” Jace smiled and held out his arm. Simon chuckled before taking it. “Let’s go.”


Jace woke up in what was not his bed in what was not his room. He sat up in confusion and looked around. The room was a complete mess, with clothes and CDs lying everywhere. There were loads of posters on the walls and a picture of Simon and a red-haired girl on the nightstand.

Was it his girlfriend? Did Simon have a girlfriend?

More importantly, why was he in Simon’s bedroom? They hadn’t..…of course not. Jace was still wearing his clothes from last night.

“Oh, you’re up.” Jace looked up to see Simon in a band t-shirt and sweat pants, leaning against the doorframe. “Good morning, sleeping beauty.”

“Too loud.” Jace mumbled, rubbing his head. “Why am I here?”

“You got black-out drunk last night and I didn’t know where you lived and also I couldn’t just leave you in the club because bad things happen to pretty boys in clubs so I brought you here.” Simon said. “Welcome to my humble abode.”

Jace tried hard not to concentrate on the fact that Simon called him pretty.

“Simon.” Jace licked his lips. “Last night. Did we—?”

“No.” Simon said firmly. “Like I said, you were black-out drunk.”

“Oh, okay.” Jace relaxed. He would’ve liked to remember if it had happened.

“So we don’t have work today or anything so do you wanna hang out?” Simon asked. “We could order in some pizza, watch some movies and stuff.”

“Yeah.” Jace grinned. “Yeah, that sounds great.”

“We’re gonna have to start with Star Wars though.” Simon said.

“Sounds good.” Jace nodded. “I’ve never seen it though.”

“I’m not even surprised.” Simon shook his head. “But it’s alright. I can show you a whole new world.”

“Don’t quote Aladdin at me.” Jace said, finally rolling out of bed.

“So you’ve seen Aladdin but not Star Wars.” Simon said. “You truly are a mystery, Mr.Lightwood.”

“Shut up.” Jace mumbled, smiling. “Where’s your bathroom? I wanna take a shower.”

“Oh, right.” Simon straightened up but not really. “Follow me.”

“I hope it won’t be as filthy as your bedroom.” Jace said as Simon opened the door. His apartment was slightly bigger than Jace’s.

“It won’t be as filthy as your mind.” Simon responded.

“I’m an angel.” Jace responded, looking around at the bathroom. It was fairly clean.

“Well, you definitely have the hair for it.” Simon said. “Oh, by the way, towels are inside and there’s a spare toothbrush in the cabinet. Oh and I’ll go get you some clothes.”

“Cool.” Jace said. “Thanks.”

Jace had just finished brushing his teeth when Simon returned with a bunch of clothes. He smiled at him in the mirror and Simon smiled back before leaving.

While he was in the shower, Jace tried and remembered some things from last night. He had drunk a lot but he never really was careful and also he was super pissed off with Karen, the straight white asshole.

He also remembered other things, like his arms around Simon’s waist as they danced and his lips ghosting over his neck. He remembered how many times they’d almost kissed but Simon kept stopping it, claiming Jace was too drunk. Maybe they had at the end. Who knows? Certainly not Jace.

He stepped out of the shower and dried off before pulling on the clothes Simon had left him. They fit him well but were probably a bit loose on Simon, which was adorable to him for some reason.

He got out of the bathroom and found Simon in the kitchen, with a bowl of popcorn in his hands.

And suddenly, he had to know.

“Simon.” He said, making the other boy glance at him. “Who’s the girl in the picture? On your nightstand?“

Simon gave him a disbelieving look. “Are you serious?”

“What?” Jace asked, starting to feel awkward.

“That’s Clary! You’ve seen her like a million times! She works at Garroway’s too and um, in case you didn’t know, she’s dating your sister.” Simon said.

“Oh.” Jace said. “Oh.”

“You’re such an idiot sometimes.” Simon said, putting down the popcorn and rummaging in the cupboards.

Jace bit down on his lip. He had another question on his mind now.

“Simon.” He said. The other boy hummed in response.

“Simon.” He said again, making him turn around.

“What?” Simon asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Did I kiss you last night?”

“No.” He said, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter. “But you can now if you want to.”

And so he did.

And it was a moment he would play over and over again in his head for days to come and something he would remember for the rest of his life.  


Got four more of those Highlights pictures.

The fishing one might have to be done before you get Aranea in your party cause last night I couldn’t get it after she joined but when I loaded up my save right before confronting Verstael and got down there by the lake, I found it no problem. Also this time I stopped on the big ramp on the way down to get the second pic and the Kenny one has to be taken in the large area after Verstael where the snowmobile is before you leave the compound..once you leave, you can’t get it.

I also found the last one before I got Aranea this time when last night I couldn’t find it with her in my party so idk…

That just leaves two left to get.

Fic: As Dreamers Do

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Sam wants to go to Disneyland. Dad and Dean have other plans.

A/N: This is my entry for the @asksamstuff contest, based on this post. As always, thanks to @themegalosaurus for putting up with me and helping me get this in posting shape.

It’s about the time Dean plugs Guns N’ Roses into the tape deck again that Sam decides he’s pretty much done with California. They’ve been on the road for hours through the desert, nothing around them except scrubby brushland and distant mountains. Everything is brown and dry and dead. The sun through the window feels hot enough to melt skin. Every once in a while Dad grumbles about “goddamn hippie drivers,” and Dean keeps craning his neck to look out the window at girls driving sports cars.

In the backseat, Sam picks at a hole in the knee of his jeans. He’s grown another inch in the past few months and the pants—thrift-store bought—are too short in the ankle again. His shirt, a hand-me-down from Dean, is baggy on him, but still sticks to his back and underarms with sweat, heavy and uncomfortable. There’s a sliver of shadow slanting across the seat and Sam tries to find shelter in it, but even with the windows rolled down the July heat is sweltering, and the leather seats are hot to the touch. Sam can feel his heartbeat in his sweaty palms.

The opening chords of “Paradise City” blast through the speakers too loud for comfort, and Sam announces, “I have to pee.”

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Surprise!!!!  See, I haven’t forgotten about this fic.  And somehow, I gained some inspiration to write it again.  So just in case you have forgotten about it yourself, Part 1 is here and Part 2 is here.


The Weeping Willow – Part 3

She rests her head against the chair, smiling to herself as she hears the chatter and laughs of her best friend on the phone in the kitchen.  She loves days like these.  Days where she is able to step away from her celebrity life and embrace the normalcy she so often craves.  At least to the extent that she can.

She’s found herself craving it more and more these days.  Finding that for each day she is in the studio she prefers two at home. Sometimes she worries she’s become complacent with her career but she knows that’s not the case.  It’s just a balance that she longs for.  Her career is established.  Her life, not so much.  Or at least parts of it not so much.  The past few weeks have extensively shown her that.

She rolls her head to the side to look out the window.  It’s snowing. Not that that’s a surprise.  It is winter in New York and snow is commonplace. But for some reason, watching the flakes of glitter sparkle down over the past few days has produced an unnerving feeling in the pit of her stomach.  Perhaps because she has told herself a year ago that she’d always spend winters in Los Angeles.  Likely because she’s been unable to get the picture of Diana Hiddleston’s home out of her mind since she painted it three weeks ago.   And that memory just leads to another, this one with Tom, sitting in his car as she raves about how she can’t wait to see Suffolk, to see that home, as it’s blanketed in snow in the winter.  The Hallmark movie she so desperately wanted to see that she will no longer have the chance to.

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BittyParse Accidental Marriage

Someone had to make a ‘married in Las Vegas’ Au, so here it is:

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Good Enough (17)

prologue; part one; part two; part three; part four; part five; part six; part seven; part eight; part ninepart ten; part eleven; part twelve; part thirteen; part fourteen; part fifteen; part sixteen; part seventeen; part eighteen; part nineteen; part twenty; part twenty one; part twenty two; part twenty three; part twenty four; epilogue.

bonus scenes: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

After spending ten days in the hospital, you were finally allowed to go home. Holding onto your dad for support, you slowly walked into your apartment and sighed in relief. It felt so good to finally be home … even with the mess everywhere.

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In celebration of The Vamps’ 3 year anniversary, I’ve put together a masterpost of some of my favorite songs, music videos, live performances, video diaries and more! 

Music videos:

Can We Dance

Wild Heart

Last Night

Somebody To You ft. Demi Lovato

Oh Cecilia (Breaking My Heart) ft. Shawn Mendes

Hurricane (From “Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day”)

The Vamps Takeover on AwesomenessTV (2015)

Tristan in Underwear

The Vamps Play Would You Rather

The Vamps Surprise Fans Backstage!

Brad from The Vamps GETS PRANKED!

The Vamps Play Two Truths and A Lie

James McVey plays with KITTENS!!

The Vamps Prank CALL using their Alter Egos!

The Vamps create a RUCKUS on London Streets

The Vamps Introduce The Tide

A Few Twitcams/Livestreams (not in order.)

The Vamps twitcam 25.06.2014 part 1

The Vamps twitcam 25.06.2014 part 2

The Vamps twitcam 25.06,2014 part 3

The Vamps Twitcam 12/03/14

The Vamps Full Twitcam 19/12/2012

The Vamps - Twitcam - 3.10.13 - FULL

The Vamps Twitcam (20/9/13) PART 1

The Vamps Twitcam (20/9/13) PART 2

The Vamps Twitcam (20/9/13) PART 3


The Vamps Pyjama Twitcam (28/9/13) PART 1

The Vamps Pyjama Twitcam (28/9/13) PART 2


Covers (not in order)

Hallelujah - Leonard Cohen (Cover By Bradley Will Simpson, The Vamps)

Wizzard - I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday (Cover By The Vamps)

My Chemical Romance - Teenagers (live cover by the Vamps at Birmingham Indoor Arena)

Young Volcanoes - Fall Out Boy (Cover By Connor Ball, The Vamps)

Twist And Shout (Cover By The Vamps)

Life Of The Party - Shawn Mendes (Cover By Brad From The Vamps)

Ed Sheeran - Tenerife Sea (So In Love) Cover by James From The Vamps

Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood (Cover Teaser By The Vamps)

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A/N: Okay so this was supposed to be a blurb and I kind of got carried away with it. I’m a bit rusty in my writing skills so I’m sorry if there’s a lot of errors. I hope you like it! Also thank you @starwarsmashton for helping me with the ending!


“They hate me.”

That’s the first think Luke says when he stumbles through your hotel room door at two in the morning. You had left the venue before the boys had, having been exhausted from a day full of flying. When you’d left things were good, the boys were on their post-concert high and showed no signs of slowing down.

But this wasn’t the same Luke that you’d left a few hours ago. This Luke wasn’t beaming with pride, eyes glistening in disbelief. No, this Luke was sullen, his lips jutting out in a perfect pout.

“What did the boys do?”

Luke shakes his head. He yanks of his shirt letting it fall to the floor before he roughly kicks off his new, sparkly boots he’d received yesterday. The boots make contact with the wall in a thud causing you to jump from your spot in bed. You watch as he shuffles his way out of his pants before collapsing on the bed next to you.

“The fans hate me,” Luke mumbles, shoving his face into the white sheets of the mattress.

“You’re fans don’t hate you!” You say, moving closer to him. Once your situated, you lift Luke’s head so that its resting in your lap. Your fingers get straight to work combing through his matted curls.

“They do.” He closes his tightly, wrinkles forming at the corner of his eyes. He huffs before opening his eyes. “They’re always making fun of me. I can’t ever do anything right.”

“Your fans love you, bubs.”

“They called my shoes stupid today. Said I’m trying to be like Harry Styles or something.”

“You’re way better than Harry is,” you tease, kissing his forehead. “They’re just mad they don’t have pretty boots like yours.”

“It’s not just the boots, they’re always making fun of me for something. I can’t do anything right in their eyes.”

“Hey, don’t say that. Your fans love you Lu. Remember that girl last week who burst into tears at the coffee shop because she was so happy to see you? Or what about that one mom who thanked you for saving her daughter’s life? Or the boy who said he bought his first guitar because of you? They all love you, regardless of what your shoe choices are.”

“Yeah well the rest of my fans think I’m a joke.”

“Luke!” you scold, irritated that he’s letting something so small get to him.

“I’m going to bed,” he grumbles, throwing the blanket over his head before turning his back towards you.

You wait until his snores filter into the room before grabbing your phone from the nightstand. You quickly scroll through the contacts on your phone, typing out a quick message before sending it to the only three people you know can help make this better.

“I’m going to make this better,” you whisper before drifting off to sleep.

When Luke wakes up the next morning the room is empty. The mattress to his right is cold indicating you had left long before he had woken up. Blinking, he sits up stretching before getting up to retrieve his phone from the pockets of his jeans. 

No texts. No missed calls. Nothing.

Sighing, he begins collecting his things from the floor. Somehow he has slept in, leaving him only twenty minutes until he has to report to the tour bus. Luke throws things in his suitcase haphazardly before grabbing what he thinks is a clean shirt, pulling on the pants from last night on too. He’s almost done when he spots the boots sitting upright by the door — a sign that you had placed them there before you snuck out this morning.

Luke doesn’t want to wear them out but he doesn’t want to dig through his suitcase for his flip flops. Ultimately, he pulls the glittery shoes over his feet, zipping them up in the process. With one last check, he grabs his suitcase letting the door slam behind him.

By the time Luke reaches the bus loading spot, he’s been stopped twice for pictures with fans. Fans, whom he’s pretty sure had been talking shit about him on twitter last night but he tries not to be rude. He isn’t rude, instead he takes a rushed picture with them before running off to the bus.

“There’s our sleeping beauty,” Michael teases when Luke rounds the corner.

Luke rolls his eyes, a frown permanently etched on his lips. It’s only when he spots you lingering behind Ashton that he perks up a bit. He tosses his bag into the compartments below before walking over to you. “M’sorry about last night,” he says. He leans his head down to hide his face in the crook of your neck like he always does when he’s done something he’s ashamed of but it doesn’t quite get there, instead his eyes glance down to your feet. “What are those?” he asks, biting his lip to keep from smiling.

“Oh you like them?” you ask, twirling your foot so he can admire the purple, glittery boots covering your feet. “Your’s just looked so good last night that this morning I decided to go find my own pair. I can’t have my boyfriend out shining me, now can I?”

“They’re pretty.”

“I see how it is,” Michael scoffs, walking over to where the two of you stand. “You compliment your girlfriend’s new shoes but you ignore all of our upgraded shoe choices.”

“What are you talking ab—“ Luke starts, but stops when he realized that Michael, Calum, and Ashton all have on their own variation of Luke’s boots. Michael has black ones that glisten every time he moves. Ashton’s are a maroon color that stand out against the grey of his sweatpants — that are bunched at his ankles, not fitting into the boots otherwise. And then there’s Calum’s shoe, a vibrant and glittery gold pair that he wears with a smile. “You guys are the worst,” he groans, this time hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“You couldn’t be the only one who gets to have stylish shoes,” Ashton says.

“They’re quite comfortable too,” Calum adds.

Calum’s comment causes Luke to laugh. Of course, they’re not comfortable; in fact, they’re one of the most uncomfortable shoes he’s ever worn. Every time he wants to complain about them he thinks about the thousands of girls who are expected to wear shoes like that on a daily basis forcing him to suck it up. 

“Really Cal, you had to get gold ones?” Luke teases.

“I have to remind the crowd who the golden boy is somehow,” Calum jokes before he’s pulling Luke into a hug. The rest of the boys and you joining him.

“I know you set this all up,” Luke whispers, later that night when you and him are tucked away in his buck. Luke doesn’t know how to properly thank you for what you’ve done, he isn’t sure there is a way. After all, you managed to get all three boys to go on stage with glittery boots without any of them complain about it. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you rockstar,” you smile, pecking his cheek. 

anonymous asked:

I agree that we have some mi/arren coming up, and I think it's gonna be very soon. Besides the new haircut, it looks like she was in NYC 2 days ago, based on the snap with her mother (a lot closer to Miami than LA), and she loaded, like, 10 pictures onto her IG since last night.

They are at Hello Dolly. Or were. This afternoon. Plus people think they likely went to Donatella’s birthday party last night. Good times. I expect more photos. She’s getting her promotion. And she made it clear when Hello Dolly was announced she wanted to see it when she tweeted from his account.

The Truth (Part 4)

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3

Request for this smut series: Here

Request for this scenario:

Can you make a smut ,sex with jungkook in car please?

Group: BTS

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Smut 

You woke up to the loud sound of crunching and frowned as your eyes opened a little. Yoongi was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, a bowl of cereal in his hand. He was staring at you, shoveling spoonfuls of cereal into his mouth. He crunched loudly and you groaned, pulling his pillow over your head.

“Do you want to tell me how this happened?” he asked, before eating some more.

“Do you want to tell me why you’re always eating?” you threw back at him, pulling the pillow away from your face.

“I asked you first” he responded.

“I needed a bed to sleep in and I knew that you wouldn’t mind because you love me more than anything” you said, sitting up. Yoongi smiled and shook his head.

“Can’t argue with you there.”

You grinned and yawned, looking around the room. Your thoughts flashed back to last night and your grin fell. Yoongi went back to his cereal as he watched your face slide into a saddened expression.

“Is Namjoon awake yet?” you asked. Yoongi shook his head before sighing.

“Uh oh” he mumbled. First, he woke up to you in his bed and now you were asking about Namjoon. Weren’t you supposed to be in Namjoon’s bed? He could already sense that something else had gone wrong in your weird relationship. Your eyes lit up as an idea popped in your head.

“Can we go get some hot chocolate? Like old times?” you asked, blinking up at him. You were unintentionally giving him those lost ‘puppy-dog’ eyes. Yoongi sighed even louder before responding.

“Oh no…” he said, continuing his series of ‘here-we-go-again’ phrases. You smiled at his expression and knitted your fingers together in their begging position. You mouthed the word ‘please’ over and over and he dropped his spoon into his bowl.

“The last time that we got hot chocolate-”

“I was sick” you said immediately. He frowned and thought about it for a second.

“Okay, fine. That’s true but the time before that we went because you wanted to talk about breaking up with your boyfriend” he said. You shrugged and threw the covers from your legs before standing up. You went to his closet and searched for a T-shirt.

“Is nothing private?” he asked incredulously. You laughed as you grabbed a shirt.

“I need to borrow a shirt because I only have pants here” you complained. You grabbed a pair of jeans from the corner of the closet and showed it to him.

“How long has that been in there? You have clothes in my closet?” he asked. He left his bowl of milk on his bed and walked over to the closet to look.  

“Yes! Now, come on. Get dressed so we can get some hot chocolate!” you responded, grabbing your clothes and the bag with your toiletries.

“I am dressed!” he yelled as you walked out of his bedroom.

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Teased - ChrisMD imagine

Request: Hey when you have time could you maybe write a ChrisMD imagine where him and his gf go to london to visit the sidemen or something and the two of them go on a cute/touristy date around london and all the guys tease them for it? Please & thank you

Title: Teased
Pairing: ChrisMD x Reader
Warnings: fluffy
Requested(?): yes

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I had the most adorable dream last night where a bunch of Aburame children were pouting in the corner of a clan gathering because they weren’t allowed to drink the pretty ‘grown up’ drinks. So Shibi took it upon himself to make a load of non-alcoholic cocktails for them.

Just picture taciturn Shibi stood at the counter slicing oranges and mixing fruit juice while a bunch of small Aburame children cling to the bottom of his coat and peer up at him excitedly as he works.


I wouldn’t be surprised if one of those kids was baby-muta.


so ofc when i get to bed loads of shit happens on twitter and what not so again im going to tell you guys whats happened and give my opinion.



okay so last night Luke dmed an account on twitter saying that him asking Arzaylea if he could take pictures with fans didnt happen. he said something along the lines of “your last tweet is so untrue, stop causing trouble please :-(((” but why would somebody make something like that up? i want to believe luke but tbh it just feels like he’s protecting her and trying to make us feel bad when she’s the one in the wrong. luke putting her before fans yet again.

and also i found something that really pissed me off. so an account on twitter has sources close to the boys and said that Arzaylea is a pot head and smokes all the time. at first i was like “okay whatever” but apparently Arzaylea and luke were out with her friends and she was making fun of Luke and calling him a pussy because he wouldnt smoke. the source said he was uncomfortable and eventually gave in and smoked. this pisses me off on so many levels. first of all: never force anybody to do anything they dont want to or peer pressure them into doing it. this bitch thinks shes so amazing that she’s calling Luke a ‘pussy’, she clearly doesnt know anything about him!! we know that luke is a shy, sensible guy. if she wants someone to do drugs with, she can fuck off bc she’s not having Luke. next.

something that really shocked me is that apparently luke has had like 4 relationships like this since 2014 but kept them all secret.(i think they were Laetita, Sara Ellen, Emma and i havent found out the last girls name) first: luke youre a sleez. second: if he kept those relationships secret, whats so special about arzaylea that he takes her out everywhere?? people are saying that its modest which i can kinda see making sense since Arzaylea went backstage w/ Bryana at a show which is something groupies have never done (think Sara Ellen and Acacia) but its the fact that Brashton have been together a v long time and have never done anything like this. theyve been very responsible and mature about the whole situation and have respected fans. but luke and arzaylea have been together for a short amount of time and we already have hq pictures.


luke also hasnt worn his purity ring since like 2013 and is reportedly always ‘losing shirts’ we thought luke was the good one who never got involved with girls and groupies but it turns out we were very wrong. somebody pointed out to me the differnece between luke and arzaylea and luke and aleisha (luke’s old gf back in like 2011/12) understandably yes he was younger then but still, those relationships are very different.

also fans have been unfollowed and some maybe even blocked by luke for talking about arzaylea. well fuck you luke. the fans totally arent the people who have been supporting you for years, way longer than you’ve known this bitch. and apparently he’s been giving fans dirty looks when he’s with iggy arzaylea. LUKE STOP ACTING LIKE A TWAT! cant he see she’s changing him!! whatever if he wants to let her walk all over him let him.

whether its set up by modest (which the more i read into it the more i believe it) or is just a fling taken to the next level this girl is bad news and a very bad influenece on Luke. and if this is mangagement/modest, luke has clearly agreed to go along with it. i want the old luke back. i just know that in a few years he’ll find his perfect girl and she wont be anything like sleezaylea. as always if more infrmation comes up or find something ive missed out, i’ll make another post. also thank you for your responses y’all are cute af :)

whatever you do, you cant forget the fact that Arzaylea cheated on her ex Bryan with Luke and still owes Bryan rent money. she’s done a load of other stuff but i talked that in other posts. have fun luke.