the only other people allowed to like him are my tumblr girls

skam fic rec masterpost

so i love reading fic, its like my favorite pass time and that’s all i’ve been doing for the past three months so here’s a huge fic rec list of some fics that i have read and am currently reading and im in love with

big thanks to fic writers! yall are amazing and so important to the fandom <3

a lot of these authors are also on tumblr im sure but i don’t have all the urls so i’m gonna put the ao3 usernames for now. please if you’re on tumblr and would like your url to be in this instead of your ao3 username, just holla at me and ill change it! <3

(ps i’m so sorry i had to shorten up the summaries on some of them so it wouldnt be too long!!)

(pps i update this very frequently as i read so feel free to come back from time to time to look for any new fics!)

make sure you read the trigger warnings for some fics as they can get angsty

okay here we go :) happy reading <3

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Do I seriously have to defend this fucker? Yeah, I do. Shit. (Lady's Thoughts)

Don’t read if you get easily offended, butthurt, or unable to comprehend another human being’s opinions.

Apparently, nobody is allowed to make offensive jokes because it’s “normalizing” and “just as bad” as actually doing the offensive thing!

Okay then. Let’s play this game.

No more murder jokes.
No more suicide jokes.
No more man jokes.
No more Trump jokes.
No more patriarchy jokes.
No more conservative jokes.
No more Christian jokes.
No more jokes that reference your mental illnesses.
No more Republican jokes.
No more penis jokes.
No more any offensive jokes–ever.

Why? Because it might hurt someone’s feelings and it will normalize hatred against white men or people who’s family has been murdered.

Only puns and good old fashioned humour, like Leave It to Beaver.

Oh, and while we’re at it:
No more plane jokes.
No more sex jokes.
No more America jokes.
No more jokes with coarse language, like shit, tits, cock, cunt, cum, fuck, etc.
No more jokes that could offend anyone at any given time ever.

That means no more jokes about any tragedy or bad things. Even if those things are personal, because it could trigger son or make them feel bad.

How about no humour at all? Even chickens crossing roads could offend someone whose pet chicken died when it got loose onto the highway.

Tumblr wouldn’t last a week.

Now, do I dislike certain jokes? Do I think some are garbage and tasteless? Of course I do. I hated that “All Jews must die” joke. But did you know what I did? I rolled my eyes and moved right along. That’s what adults do. They go on about their lives when they see something or hear something that they do not like. A joke won’t kill a Jewish person. A bullet does. And guess what? All of this attention on Felix for a bad joke is turning your backs on REAL crimes against Jews RIGHT. NOW. I bet your ass right now some little Jewish girl just got shot in the fucking face over Bast knows where while y'all are harping on ONE ignorant fuckface for making a 4chan joke. (Let’s also not forget that the man is known for making offensive jokes.)

Do you have any idea how many fat jokes I hear? How many gay jokes and witch jokes? Do you see me shitting myself and saying that their preferred brand of humour is encouraging witch hunts? Fuck. No.

It’s like saying South Park or Family Guy promotes domestic violence because of their abuse jokes.

This is a Swedish dumbass who’s job is to sit his ass in front of a telly all day, not fucking Hitler or a Grand Wizard of the goddamn KKK.

Should he be condemned? Yes. To this extent? Take your meds if you think so.

Bad humour and bad things will always exist, and no matter how much you want those things to disappear, they won’t. It has been proven to us time and time again that the more that you suppress an ideology and try to censor it, the worse it becomes. Look at how Trump got to office. (Also, because of all of this hubbub, a shit storm of actual antisemites have come out of the woodwork. If you would have left him alone, this shit wouldn’t have happened. Woopsies, right? Fuck you.)

No wonder people hate fucking liberals. Bunch of whiny ass pussies that need to have their coffee taken away from them and actually show them what REAL antisemitism is. They’d think that Pewds is the funniest bastard in the world after they’re done witnessing the horror of what other countries think of Jews and what they do to them.

I’m taking a shower. Fuck this. If you disagree with me, I’m not sorry. If you feel the need to unfollow me, then you aren’t a very strong person. At all.

8 Common Misconceptions about Sugaring

1. It’s Easy

If I had a penny for every dumb and naive little girl I saw on Tumblr trying to break into the sugar bowl, I’d be a millionaire. From what you read on Tumblr, it may sound like this glamorous, exciting, luxurious lifestyle, but in reality it’s from it. As referenced from a different post, you are the one making the sacrifice in this equation, even if the social construct of our society places money over sex. The amount that your SD is likely paying you is disposable income to him. It is chump change in his pocket that he is looking to blow on something worthwhile. That something is y-o-u, darling. 

It’s not easy to sift through the sugar and salt daddies on SA. Truth be told it is dangerous if you don’t do your screening well. Sometimes you can spend hours and hours and hours sending messages and come up with nothing but salts. Sometimes you’ll go on a date and it will be great, but he’ll ghost on you. There may be SD’s who try to undercut your worth by implying you’re a whore… best advice: don’t let them. Know your worth and that you’re the whole, delicious goddamn pie in this equation. 

You are the one getting his rocks off. You are the one sacrificing your dignity by going to dinner with a man old enough to be either your grandfather or father. You are the one clearing your busy schedule for him and spending time with him when you could be pursuing other relationships with people your own age. You are the one having sex with someone you would honestly never be attracted to if it weren’t for his money. You are the one with everything to lose.

Sugaring is not easy. In some ways, escorting is easier because after the hour is up, they’re gone. With sugaring, sometimes there is no time limit or sometimes the time limit stretches on and on and on. You just don’t know. So no, to anyone who says it’s easy– it’s not easy. Sometimes you may go months at a time without an SD. That’s just how the sugar bowl is.

2. Girls who sugar are whores / dumb bimbos / gold diggers / or crackheads with no other option…

Girls who sugar are hustlas, bosses, and head bitches who know their worth. That is quite a difference from whores, dumb bimbos, and gold diggers. Want to know a secret? The most successful SB’s are the ones who are the best businesswomen– who don’t do drugs, who have a good head on their shoulders, and who know how to suck a man dry using their charm and wit. None of these things can be accomplished without a good sense of business, a mind geared towards money, and generally just having high self esteem. Girls who sugar are generally sex positive and non-judgmental. Your local sugarbaby is likely a student, and probably knows her way around a textbook just as well as dick. She is probably that girl who always had that something special in her eye, who the boys lusted after, the girls hated, and who your little brother’s friends probably jacked off to in the shower. To be a sugar baby, you have to be enthralling. She ain’t your average hoe– and the best SB’s are always the most exceptional. 

3. It’s glamorous

FOR THE TENTH TIME. BEING A SUGAR BABY IS NICE FOR FINANCIAL SECURITY, BUT CAN WE STOP GLAMORIZING IT. It makes me want to knock myself unconscious every single time I read a tweet or a meme about stupid girls making jokes about becoming a sugar baby and how easy it would be, or how they want to sugar but don’t want to have sex with old dudes. Hate to break it to ya honey, you’re going to be having sex with old dudes. That’s a part of the game. Love it or hate it, don’t romanticize it if you can’t take it.

4. You’ll be making a 6k+ a month allowance upon entering the bowl

Whichever stupid Tumblr blogs deluded new babies into believing they’re going to land a 6k+ allowance first go around the sugar bowl are clearly factually incorrect. Any SB knows that it takes some serious pulling to even get 2.5k+, and luck/a whole lot of patience dealing with frogs to land a whale daddy. Chances are, you’ll be making scraps until you learn how to play the game and hit the right targets.

5. All sugar babies wear designer clothing

Honestly only the materialistic sugar babies wear head to toe Givenchy. Most SB’s would rather save their money and invest responsibly rather than blow it all on brand name clothes. There are numerous guides out there on how to look the part without spending the part, if you catch my drift. Anyone can sugar regardless of current financial status… you just have to know how to carry yourself.

6. There’s only one right way to sugar

This is something that’s a common misconception amongst SB’s. But I’ll tell you right now– whatever works, works. Freestyling is fine if you know how to do it. Looking through SA, Tinder, Ashley Madison, whatever it is, if it works for you and you’re being safe about it, it’s fine. There’s no right way to sugar– just do your research before you jump into anything is all I’m going to say.

7. Platonic SB’s fall from the sky raining cash like Santa Claus

I think this is the most unrealistic expectation set forth by the Tumblr community and the sugar blogs out there that are fake. I will tell you from a sugar baby, firsthand, PLATONIC ARRANGEMENTS ARE NEARLY NONEXISTENT. They are, essentially, the unicorns of the sugaring world and you will have serious issuing finding a daddy who will give you the time of day if you cannot even entertain the thought of eventual intimacy. That’s just how it is. If someone is offering you an outrageous sum of money for a merely platonic relationship, it’s probably a scam.

Okay, so here’s a recollection of the best day of my fandom life? #ECCC

I’m usually just here to make short, dumb, spazzy comments, so bear with me, because this will probably be long. However, I’ll try not to be too repetitive and remember the interesting parts. ;) Apologies if the pics are effing huge. I don’t do this posting thing - ever. hahah

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Imagine meeting Chris at an airport.

A/N: My loves, I may have another series on my hands. (Chapter One: Unexpected Reader) A series involving the first series, which will make much more sense later. I don’t know if this will be a hit or a total miss, but a girl’s gotta try it out. (I feel like us fan fic writers will appreciate this love story.) Anyhoo, enjoy! ❤️

Your fingers absentmindedly thrummed the tabletop as you murmured the last line you just wrote to yourself. “Across the room, Chris watched you intently with a small smile on his lips. He thought of approaching you, but wondered if you were the kind of girl that would appreciate or reject his boldness.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, your finger hovering over the backspace key on your MacBook. It seemed like yet another cliché, and though clichés were what you and your hopeless romantics readers loved- you wanted to expand yourself. You huffed and pressed the delete key, allowing your words to get chewed up by the blinking bar.

“Now what was wrong with that?” You flinched and tensed when you heard an oddly familiar male voice come from over your shoulder; he was so close to you that you would feel the warmth of his minty breath on your cheek. “Clichés are great.” He winced as he pulled back, knowing he’d gotten a little too close. “I mean- there’s a reason they’re overused, right?”

Now usually, you weren’t the kind of person who would snap at a stranger in an airport; you were too worried about the repercussions to do that. Usually, you’d just send a death defying glare their way and let your eyes do the talking; you’d been told you had a very intimidating face, which you no doubt got from your mom. But this was different, this was a stranger reading your writing without permission. You’d always been incredibly protective and defensive when it came to your writing and people peering at your screens- be it laptop, iPad, or iPhone. It was your biggest pet peeve; you hated having people stand behind you while you were on any of those said devices. It wasn’t like you had something to hide, you just didn’t like your privacy being invaded.

“Thanks for the input I didn’t ask for.” You bit as you abruptly closed the screen of your MacBook; you heard him chuckle softly. “Do you want to know what I think?” You quizzed rhetorically as you turned to shoot the nosy stranger your famous glare. “I think you should mind-” You cut yourself off when you saw who it was. “Oh my God,” you breathed, “you’re Chris Evans.”

Yes, Chris Evans. Christopher Robert Evans as in the talented actor and director; Captain America himself; the brown haired, blue eyed, Bostonian angel; the man you could only dream of marrying one day; and the one who accompanied your protagonist in all her life endeavors. Chris Evans was actually in front of you, and talking to you, and breathing the same air as you, and all you’d said to him so far was “thanks for the input I didn’t ask for” as well as “I think you should mind your own damn business.” Even though you didn’t get to finish your latter, it was still not the way you’d imagined your first meeting with your celebrity crush to go.

“Yes I am,” he walked to sit in the chair opposite you, “but don’t let that stop you.”

Chris was trying not to show too much amusement, but he couldn’t help his smile. You were exactly the kind of girl he liked- sassy, but clearly sweeter than honey. He’d seen you earlier, when you were both checking in. You were talking to the little boy in front of you; he was wearing glasses too big for his face, but between you and young Jasper- Chris found you cuter. He then spotted you again in the departure hall, talking to an airport security dog while its officer was searching someone else’s bag. He was about to approach you when the officer took the dog away and you’d walked off, pouting. He thought that was it, that he wouldn’t have the chance to talk to you again- you may have been on the same flight but you were sitting in different classes- but then, he came across you sitting in Starbucks. He spotted you in the window and decided it was time he got to actually meeting you, rather than admiring you from afar. So far, his decision to approach you had been one of his best.

“You think I should mind…” He trailed off, his beautiful blue eyes urging you to continue.

“Your own damn business,” you mumbled sheepishly as you cussed yourself out. It wasn’t until he laughed that you felt a little better, guessed he was as nice as everyone said he was. “I am so sorry. I’m not usually that rude, I just-” you swallowed when you saw his intent gaze on you. “I don’t like it when people look at my screen. I’m very protective of my writing and I don’t-”

“Don’t even worry about it,” he cut you off with one of his typical, heart thumping Chris Evans smile. “I’m not usually that nosy. It’s just that I heard you mumble my name and you were watching your screen so intently that I got curious as to what had your attention. Fan fiction is an interesting thing,” he commented with a soft chuckle.

“Oh God,” you blushed deeply. “It’s not- um- I don’t- you see-” you rambled and he laughed, placing a comforting hand over yours to soothe you. “I’m Y/N and I’m studying to be a screenwriter. I write fan fiction on Tumblr to put my work out there and get real people reviews,” you explained in a frazzled tone. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean any disrespect.”

“Oh, I know. You don’t have to apologize,” he smiled again and your heart fluttered again. “I think writing about someone is the greatest form of flattery. So relax,” he gave your hand a quick pat then pulled away, “I’m very flattered.”

“No you’re not,” you breathed in disbelief.

“Yes I am,” he chuckled. “It’s interesting to see how others see me, even if my fans may be a little biased.” He winked at you with a click of his tongue and you thought you’d swoon right there and then. “It’s nice to know people think I’d make a good boyfriend, and husband, and father. It’s actually very reassuring,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I was starting to think I was the problem in my failed relationships.”

“You’re not serious,” you laughed and he smiled, appreciating how lovely you and your laughter was. “You’re like the perfect man. There is no way you were the problem in any of your failed relationships,” you said and suffered immediate regret, realizing you’d offended his exes. “Of course- I don’t mean any disrespect to anyone you’ve dated.” He laughed again, noting how cute you were when you panicked. “Jenny’s awesome, I loved her in Parks and Rec-”

“Hey,” he said and you stopped, holding your breath for some reason. “Breathe, Y/N.” He instructed and you did as he said. “I’m not going to bite your head off for speaking your piece. I know you don’t mean any harm with anything you say, so just- calm down, okay?” You nodded and he smiled. “I like hearing what you have to say, it’s very refreshing.”

“That’s very sweet of you to say,” you blushed again. “You know- I’ve only ever been called refreshing in my own stories.” You joked then laughed when he did. “Looks like someone is living up to that level of perfection us fan girls have created.”

“Oh, stop it.” He chuckled and waved his hand, feeling heat rise to his own cheeks. “Fan fic Chris might be perfect, but I don’t think I am.” He joked and you chuckled. “I mean- Fan fic Chris wouldn’t have read over your shoulder like that, he’d buy you a coffee first then politely ask what you were working on.”

“Hey, no one’s stopping you from doing that now.” You heard yourself flirt and you wanted to slap yourself in the face. What were you doing? This was Chris freaking Evans! He’d dated huge names, names that you couldn’t beat even in your best day. You needed to quit while you were ahead, you needed to just ask for a photo then leave him alone. You knew all that, yet the next words left your lips anyway, “I’m all for do-overs.”

“Aren’t I lucky?” He grinned which made you smile. “I’ll be right back then. You’re a…” He pointed at you as he rose to his feet, his tone and facials showed that he was trying to guess your drink so you didn’t offer any help. “Vanilla latte, kinda girl?” He quizzed and you felt your lips part in awe; how he guessed that was beyond both of you.

“Not bad, Mr. Evans.”

“Thank you,” he smiled, doing a small bow. “And call me Chris, ‘cause Mr. Evans is my dad and I’m not that old.” He joked and you nodded, chuckling. “Okay then, I’ll be right back. Oh-” he stopped and turned back, “just to make sure you don’t run off. Hold my phone, will you?”

“You want me to hold your phone for you?” You frowned when he nodded, smiling. “You do realize we just met, right?” He nodded. “And I’m a fan, like- a huge fan?” He nodded again. “Aren’t you worried I’ll go through your photos, or steal Sebastian Stan’s phone number?”

“Not really,” he shook his head. “I mean- I’ve got nothing to hide, and you don’t look like the kind of girl who would do that kind of thing anyway.” You bit back your smile; that was true. “As for stealing Seb’s number, well- I think he’d be lucky to have you in his life.”

“Okay, now that sounds like a line Fan fic Chris would say,” you teased him and he laughed. “Exactly how much fan fic do you read, Chris Evans?” You asked with a smug smirk, which turned into more of a shy smile when he winked. “Do you have a secret Tumblr account to keep track on all the writing we do about you?”

“I’m going to plead the fifth to that question.” He started towards the counter, glancing back at a giggling you as he did. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” You nodded and he smiled as he told you, “I want to hear more about you and your writing.”

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Part 2

hey mom and dad (my coming out letter to my parents)

I debated sharing this on tumblr for a while, but figured if someone is struggling coming out to their conservative parents, there’s a chance this could help. I wrote a letter as not to put them on the spot, to allow them their own time to process it, and to give them a tangible part of myself so they could not dismiss it in conversation.

Please feel free to message me if you have questions or want advice in talking to your parents. I’m more than happy to share more of my story with you.


“As you both know, I’m much better at expressing myself through writing than in person. So even though we talked about some important things at dinner the other night, the topic that was intended to be covered was not. I was already feeling tense and nervous and had put a lot of pressure on myself, and for sharing something this personal I didn’t want the energy to be negative. There was also a lot of anticipation from everyone at the table and I didn’t want that to add to the possible ‘shock factor’ or put anyone on the spot.

The more I learn about human patterns and behavior, the more I learn about how willing people are to conform to social norms, conscious or not. Sometimes things that seem petty can be so influential on a person’s identity and sense of self without them even realizing it. I think it’s apparent that I have grown to the point of critically analyzing the way things are instead of accepting them at face value. I’m still making progress in this area, but being aware that the world’s expectations of me are not always who I am has helped me learn some things about myself that never seemed like viable options.

You have both witnessed the boys I have dated growing up and I know you weren’t all that crazy about any of them. Honestly neither was I- but I’m sure that was pretty apparent. I’d never experienced the heartbreak that I saw [my sister] experience with her relationships. I never really went through the typical teenage-girl “boy crazy” phase.  Mom, you’ve told me with every boyfriend that I’m a heartbreaker because of my apathy in the relationship. The most I’ve been hurt by other people is when friendships end- not when romantic relationships have ended. Of course, many things are factors of my lack of caring when it comes to boyfriends, but I think one of the main ones is just that I don’t want to date boys. And I don’t know if I ever really have, or if that was a reflection of me trying to find my place in society- conforming to what the world expects from me.

Then I met [my best friend, a man], who is essentially everything I thought I wanted in a boyfriend at the time. And yet I still could not bring myself to date him. There was still something missing aside from our personal compatibility. I value how close my friendship with him is and I want the best for him, but I have no desire to be his girlfriend or to have him as my boyfriend, or to have a boyfriend. I don’t know if you know where this is going yet, or if you are surprised at all by this statement, but I don’t want to date men. I want to date women (want to, lol. I’m still alone). That is who I am.

I’m the same person I was before you read this- the only thing that has changed is me deciding it’s time to open up to you. I love and appreciate you and the support you have shown me through the years and I hope you can still see me as me and not as a label. The only difference you can expect is for me to be more comfortable in being myself around you and not feeling like I have to hide a part of myself from you.”


side note: I left this letter in their room then left the country for a week where I had no service. not even sorry lol

Moments I have witnessed intense KnB fans in Japan

Upon request here’s my post of personal experiences I’ve seen or been in that show how Japanese KnB (mainly Akashi) fans are that you probably won’t see too often back in your home country. 
*If you are one of these fans, I’m not saying stop doing it or you shouldn’t do it, but just be responsible and don’t neglect other priorities and don’t inconvenience others…and be reasonable. Also these are things I’m not used to seeing so for me it’s quite eyebrow-raising. Thanks. 

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Who is this Tumblr?

Originally posted by tennydr10confidential

Y/n has created a chatroom.

Y/n has invited Nat and Wanda.

Y/n: Okay girls, I have something important to show you.

Nat: I’m intrigued?

Wanda: Is it naked Thor?

Y/N: WANDA

Nat: WANDAAA.

Wanda: What, girl has her needs.

Wanda: But you’re seriously not going to tell me he’s not hot.

Y/N: He’s old.

Wanda: You mean, he’s hot for an old guy.

Nat: Y/n, Cap and Bucky are almost hundred but that doesn’t stop you from gushing over them.

Y/N: Nah, he’s just pretty much old.

Wanda: Y/n stop, you’re not fooling anyone.

Y/N: About that, I have something to share with you, as I already mentioned but you girls have a concentration of a two year old, so.

Nat: Hey don’t assault, I may have a concertation of a child, but I certainly don’t punch like one.

Wanda: Y/n do you feel like flying?

Y/N: What do you mean?

Y/N: Not funny Wanda, LET ME THE FUCK DOWN.

Wanda: Since you asked so nicely.

Y/N: Damn you, Wanda.

Y/N: By let me down, I didn’t mean throw me into wall and almost break all of my bones.

Nat: Wanda, sometimes I think you’re bigger child than Tony.

Y/N: Let’s face it, you can never be bigger child than Tony.

Nat: Ah, true story.

Y/N: Will you now finally let me say what I have to say?

Wanda: Spill your soul, honey.

Y/N: You know I was telling you about Tumblr and fanfictions, yeah?

Nat: I think I still quiet don’t get it.

Y/N: Anyways, I found this amazing fanfiction about Steve and Bucky.

Y/N: It gave me all kind of different feelings.

Nat has added Bucky and Steve.

Nat: Guys, I think Y/n wants to tell you something.

Y/N: NAT

Y/N: You better start running.

Steve has added Tony, Sam, Thor, Clint and Vision.

Y/N: Oh thanks Steve.

Steve: Anytime.

Steve: Now do you want to explain yourself?

Thor: May I just inquire, who is this Tumblr you’re speaking of?

Clint: Buddy, you don’t even wanna know.

Tony: As I wise man once said, stay away from Tumblr. You don’t wanna get involved.

Sam: It’s not who, it’s a page on the internet.

Steve: Tony, who was that “wise man”?

Y/N: I agree with Clint and Tony, it’s not for innocence people like you, Thor.

Vision: My sources claim that Tumblr is a microblogging and social networking website founded by David Karp in 2007, and owned by Yahoo! since 2013. The service allows users to post multimedia and other content to a short-form blog. Users can follow other users’ blogs. Bloggers can also make their blogs private. For bloggers, many of the website’s features are accessed from a “dashboard” interface.

Thor: I am not innocence.

Thor: I’ve killed many enemies and I fear nothing. One little foolish page can’t do much.

Sam: Yep, definitely too green for Tumblr.

Tony: Simply, page where people post stuff about their favourite celebrity.

Tony: Me of course.

Wanda: Vision, did you take that from Wikipedia?

Clint: Oh you just console yourself with that, Thor.

Vision: My sources gave me this information.

Steve: Why did I even ask anything?

Y/N: You’re our little innocence puppy.

Bucky: I still want to know about that fanfiction that you found

Thor: I can assure you I am not a puppy.

Bucky: Is it good?

Sam: Bucky, your gay is showing.

Tony: Oh Thor.

Thor: Mr. Barnes, I didn’t know you were homosexual.

Bucky: I am not.

Vision has left the chat.

Y/N: Face it Buck, we all know you got hot’s for our captain America.

Steve: We are very good friends.

Nat: That’s what they all say, “JUST FRIENDS”

Wanda: Wait am I the only one here that’s team Stony?

Clint: No you’re not.

Thor: What’s team Stony?

Sam: No Thor

Sam: You don’t want to know.

Sam: You should just leave and never ever mention Tumblr again.

Sam: Or fanfictions.

Thor: How dare you tell son of Odin, god of Thunder to leave?

Bucky: HIT HIM WITH LIGHTNING.

Y/N: I love you Sam, but THOR LISTEN TO BUCKY.

Y/N: Just tell me when you’re about to do it cuz I want to film it.

Y/N: Imagine how many notes I would get for that.

Sam: O thanks Y/N, I really appreciate it.

Nat: You know when love you, but that would be spectacular.

Thor: All right guys, be right back.

Thor: Or how you kids write it.

Thor: BRB

Sam has been disconnected

Thor has left the chat.

Nat: I have to see this.

Nat has left the chat.

Wanda: Right behind you.

Y/N: Film it for me.

Wanda has left the chat.

Y/N: Thanks to Wanda I can’t go now.

Tony: Well I will film it for you Y/N.

Tony has left the chat.

Bucky: So the fanfiction, what was it about?

Y/N: Oh you know, basic stuff.

Clint: Wait Y/N, is it that one that you showed me like a week ago?

Y/N: Yep that would be the one.

Steve: I am curios now, what was it about? Beside me and Bucky.

Clint: That is peace of art.

Y/N: Every fanfiction is a piece of art.

Thor has joined the chat.

Bucky: I can agree on that one.

Bucky: Not because I read them.

Bucky: But because people put effort in it, you know.

Steve: Just stop Bucky, you’re embarrassing yourself.

Thor: I’ve got him lady Y/n, just like you said.

Thor: Oh no, that was Mr. Barnes.

Thor: Anyhow, he was lightning like a Christmas tree.

Y/N: Man I wish I could’ve see that.

Clint: I will go check on him.

Clint: And don’t worry, I will take photos.

Clint has left the chat.

Steve: maybe I would pay him a visit too.

Thor: Oh it’s nothing.

Steve has left the chat.

Thor: I didn’t hurt him that badly.

Bucky: I still want to know about that fanfiction.

Y/N: God damn it, it was about you and Steve Fucking, will you shut up now?

Thor: So you are homosexual, Mr. Barnes?

Bucky: No, I am not.

Bucky: But would you mind sending me link tho?

Thor: I want to read it too.

Y/N: No Thor, I will find you some fanfiction about Jane and you.

Y/N: Meanwhile, don’t hit me with no thunder.

Y/N: Bucky come to my room and I will show you.

Thor: I would never hurt you, Lady Y/N.

Thor: Only because you would hurt me ten times more.

Bucky has left the chat.

Y/N: Ah my child.

Thor: You have a child, Lady Y/N?

Y/N: No Thor, I don’t, but I may adopt you.

Thor: I don’t think that will be quiet possible, considering my age.

Y/N: Yeah but your mental age is three so it’s fine.

Y/N has left the chat

Thor: I do not have a mental age of a three year old.

Thor: Oh she left.

Thor: But I do enjoy the chocolate.

Thor: Was that what she meant?

Thor has left the chat.

I’ve been retaining this for months...

Hello, as many persons know theres an user named “theolivermaniac”, who appears on youtube videos about Oliver (in comments only), owns a tumblr blog and also a pinterest account, he’s seen as someone that loves Oliver a lot like many of us, a normal user like “theoliveraddict”, I was not supposed to reveal his gender because of a promise, and the fact that he’s also 28 (I have no idea if this is his real age, he looks older because hes bald, with overweight and has kinda long black beard, he also wears glasses) and that hes from Texas, but he broke his promise too.

He wanted a photo of my face if he send to Venezuela (my country) a wacom tablet and a camera (for my graphic desing studies), I took it as the offer of a friend or a nice person, he also was supposed to send supplies to help my family with the situation of the country, I was not allowed to send any photo of myself (and I have a kind of phobia to those devices, I hate selfies and makes me fell extremely uncomfortable and he knew that) so he got angry with me and cancelled everything, he said that he can’t help me anymore because “without a photo I’m a stranger”, it’s curious because since I meet him he was trying to convince me to be his couple, I told him that I was okay with just be friends and that I didn’t wanted a relationship with anybody.

But he continued trying to force our interaction, asking things like “what do you think of me now?”, “I’m your type?”, very frequently, he also got jealous of my friends thinking that I had a couple somewhere or one of them were my couple, like if I was “cheating” him and like if I was his couple, he even wanted to punch them, this made me feel very uncomfortable, this and the fact that he used to tell me sexual stuff and things like he wanted me to wait for him a little while chatting because he wanted to go to masturbate.

When the tablet arrived he wanted me to anunce to everybody that he gave it to me and wanted everybody to know this, the anterior things I said and his sick obsession with Oliver (in a very sexual way, this is also with any “shota”, and Fukase, if it’s a little kid, he likes it) made me want to stop talking to him, when I blocked him from everywhere he used the blogs that he knew I own to keep sending me messages, like “you forgot to block me here *image of sans smiling*” and “I can’t believe you take me off the credit, it’s the last time I help a foreing”, I didn’t replied any of his messages.

I’m so sorry if I told you that he’s a nice person, when I said that I was trying to keep my promise, but the truth is all what I said, I also have testiges and two of them were friends who supported me while all this was happening (I’m a very sensitive person about this kind of things, I had a horrible experience with a kid molester when I was small), I had to hide the sex of one of my female friends because he gets even creepier with girls or when he thinks you’re a girl (he’s bisexual but preffers girls) there are some screencaps of one of my friends in case you have any doubt, I deleted all my conversations with him because I didn’t wanted to know anything else from him so I haven’t screencaps of those

Notice he tags Oliver stuff with “shota”


I know he comissions artists for nsfw (and sfw), he asked the same to me (even an animation of Oliver masturbating), I didn’t wanted my Ollie to be material for fapping, I also was told he asked people for voice acting of Oliver, I would not be surprised, he asked me to make Oliver moan and say dirty things for him (and wanted to hear me saying the same things and moaning too)

Ah, my problem is not with his artists, they all are very talented ones, my problem is with maniac, also, be careful if you’re one of his artists, he can talk very bad a bout you if you stop making nsfw for him, he told me awful things about a very good artist named “Enzo” because she didn’t wanted to continue with this, he also said mean things about “theoliveraddict” because “she left Oliver for the Steven Universe fandom” , she didin’t, she follows me on twitter in my olikasecentral account, I think other reason for that was the fact that he was ”in love” with her and she didn’t noticed him or rejected him, and don’t talk “bad” about Oliver in front of him, he gets really pissed for things like “I really love Oliver, but his voice is hard to tune sometimes, he sounds muffled and I can’t understand him sometimes”

He also called my brother “SHOTA!” when I told him that he was 15, he started to act creepy about him when I told him his age and “joked” about date him, he also wanted to gain his affection with gifts, he does the same that he did with me with many persons (also the part of ask for photos) he offers gifts and money to look like a good person, but please be careful, specially if you’re underage

If you will insult me because you support him, I will not reply you, I just wanted to say all this because for months I’ve been feeling bad about this, I don’t like to hide my feelings or thoughts about something that bothers me, have a nice week.

Dramione Fanfiction Recs

i read a lot of fanfics, and when i mean a lot, its exactly what you guys are reading here, a lot means a lot. if you have any suggestions or have any favs, help me out by sending me the link so we can share Dramione all over tumblr. (don’t really care what the ratings are) sharing the favs from different writers. 

Cassie’s Birth -  The story of Cassiopeia Jean Malfoy’s birth.

Cassiopeia -  Draco is patrolling the castle one night when he meets a very special girl from the future. Set during OOTP. Dramione future pairing, though Hermione does not make an appearance in the story.

The Day Draco Malfoy Has A Toothache -  She turns to him and her eyes narrows, “Malfoy, did you clean your teeth?”

Future Adventures -  M - During a joint Potions/Charms lesson, Draco is accidentally given an overdose of a potion that will allow him to experience time in the future. During his time in the future he sees plenty of unexpected things, but will he like how his life is going to turn out? 

A Reunion To Remember -  After twelve years of not seeing each other the whole Granger family is having a reunion. Little do they know Hermione is not the same ugly bookworm from twelve years ago. Hermione is married and has a daughter, how will the family react.

Needing Him - M -  He only participated hook ups, he didn’t call girls back and he definitely didn’t see girls twice if he could help it. But his question throws her off guard. Will they see each other again and reveal their feelings?

Formal Introductions -  So it’s the formidable Granger family reunion.

Voicemails -  Draco doesn’t know what a phone is, neither does he know what a voicemail is either and he’s trying to apologise with her through Potter’s rectangle object.

Dwaco -  Draco does not tend to little ones but has somehow been roped into getting up extra early, drinking from a Princess mug, wearing a Weasley jumper, and babysitting his messy cousin, Teddy Lupin. How on earth did that happen? Inspired by the artwork “Draco meets Teddy” by CaptBexx.

Animal Instincts - M -  Five years after Hogwarts, Hermione and Draco are thrown together after a certain ‘Malfoy trait’ kicks in and Draco needs Hermione’s help.

17 Years Later -  It’s 17 years after the war and time for the new 1st years to board the Hogwarts Train. What has become of the Gryffindor Golden Girl? Ron Weasley finds out the hard way.

A Long Waited Engagement -  The air was blistering cold. She sat on the frost covered bench, playing with the ring around her index finger. She looked uneasily as the train pulled in and a man stepped off. And I could only watch their love blossom again.

A Dish Best Served Cold - M -  Somebody is out to get Hermione. Draco gets caught in the middle, and doesn’t mind at all!

A Reunion To Remember -  It’s been eight years since they’ve seen each other and a reunion in Hogwarts finally gives them a chance to come together again and catch up with each other’s lives. However, a shocking revelation makes the event a reunion to remember.

Brotherly Love -  Hermione has a twin brother. He’s in Hogwarts, and he’s drop dead gorgeous.

Best Laid Plans - M -  Draco has come up with a plan to make Hermione HIS…and look perfectly innocent at the same time…of course, he never once thought that his plan might backfire quite hilariously…

Addicted To Mints -  Draco Malfoy is an addict. A mint addict…

A Wonderful Caricature Of Intimacy -  Draco loves his son more than anything in the world. So, when his ex-wife plans to take his son away, Draco asks the most unlikely person for help. Hermione must decide whether changing her entire life is worth helping the man she hates unconditionally.

A Union Most Difficult - M -  Veela!Draco When Draco turns 18 and realises that his mate is someone in the castle, what does he do? Submits to a test to find and claim her, of course.

Aphrodisiac - M -  Hermione drinks something that wasn’t intended for her. Draco finds a very pleasant surprise in the Heads’ Common Room.

Always Be My Baby -  Draco Malfoy was hit by a curse which turned him into his six year-old self again. And Hermione was asked to take care of him until they develop a cure for him. Oh, baby.

Hot When Jealous - Draco was always getting jealous for no reason, accusing Hermione of flirting with people she had absolutely no interest in.

Spoiler Alert

When six-year-old Rose read what would be her soulmates first words to her, she had no idea they spoiled one of the biggest book plots of the century.

Ten x Rose, soulmates au based on this tumblr post

Thanks to @lastbluetardis for reading this for me.

AO3

Almost six-year-old Rose Tyler’s bleary eyes drooped. Her head bobbed briefly, then snapped up again. The young girl yawned and stretched her arms, glancing at her chubby right forearm as she did.

Tomorrow was her sixth birthday, which meant her soulmark would come at midnight. She was determined to be awake when the first words she would hear her soulmate appeared on her arm.

“Rose, sweetheart, you should be in bed.”

Rose turned and looked at her mum. “It’s almost time, Mummy,” she said, pointing at her arm. “I wanna see it happen.”

Jackie rolled her eyes, but she didn’t insist Rose went to bed. “I’ll allow it, since it’s not a school night,” she said. Then she pulled Snakes and Ladders out of the cupboard. “Why don’t we play a game? It’ll help you stay awake.”

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My coming out experience

Since it’s the International day against homophobia, transphobia and biphobia, I thought I might share my coming out experience with you.
First of all, I didn’t do it out of my own will, not completely however. It happened in January, but it’s not like my parents were totally clueless before that day. As a matter of fact, my mother knew about my preferences because when I had my first girl crush (way back to 2012) I had nobody to talk to, so I started writing down my feelings in a journal. Eventually, my mother found out about my journal and read it, I remember being forced to talk about it – not the bravest girl, since I locked myself in the bathroom. After that day, she had her doubts but we never spoke about it ever again. 
Two years later, I fell in love with a kind and beautiful girl, we dated for a while but after our first kiss I freaked out and I decided it was better for both of us to just stop seeing each other, I was so scared of what people might have said about me. She tried to fight me on this, and I was so in love I grew the balls to  talk about her to my sister. I told her everything, the dates, the things she made me feel and all I got out of her was: so, are you gay or not?
Back then, I din’t have an answer, nor for her nor for me. She ended the discussion with a simple “as soon as you find out, let us know.” And it wasn’t really inviting nor accommodating. It shocked me, because to me my sister was the most open-minded member of my family and all I could think about was how will my parents react if my sister didn’t even try to hear me out?!
So I let it go, I let her go and I stayed in the closet for a little more. Other two years, the be exact (equals a total amount of: five years spent in the closet!) 

This January, 2017, I had the greatest quarrel ever with my parents (especially my mum), we didn’t talk to each other for three weeks which is funny, because the whole argument started because I omitted a little thing to them (home alone 4 days, I invited a boy over without them knowing and spent those days with him – my sister who currently lives in another house found out and told my parents. My mum acted like she didn’t know about it for a while, I knew she knew because – opps, I read her text conversation with my sister. There was a particular text that said: don’t be mad at her, she wouldn’t have let a total stranger in our house. Plus, at least now we know what she likes/what she’s into. – There is probably no need to say it, but it broke my heart).
An evening, during dinner, my father – tired of living in a cold-war-like- atmosphere, addressed the argument. He kindly asked me what was wrong and I told them everything. I told them how betrayed I felt by that text, I told them it shouldn’t matter whether I’m into boys or girls as long as I’m happy and that, by the way, I’m into both. 
Allow me to say, I live in a small village in Italy, my family is christian and practicing, I still play in the chorus of my church. 
My father took it well, my mother needed more time, she didn’t really understand how it worked for me and I saw her point because it took me a lot to realize it was possible and ok for a person to feel attracted by both, boys and girls. I feel like bisexuals in general need more time to be recognized as such, however. 

Only advice I have for you is give your parents time
I don’t know about you guys, but it took me something like four years to acknowledge I was bi, to accept me as such. Your parents are just shocked in their expectations of the future, they most probably will accept you but they need time. 
Remember how terrible it felt to go through it alone? Then be there for your parents, even if it looks like they don’t want you be there for them ever again. Help them see it’s ok to be you, you’re still the same kid just with different likings.

If you want to talk about it, I’m here on tumblr, kik and snapchat. :)  

The Girl Who Cried Fanfic (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary: When your family is desensitized to your screams, because they usually just meant you were reading a fluffy fanfiction, the hero you’ve been reading about is the one who saves you in a time of actual danger.

 Word Count: 3228 

Requested: Nope 

A/N: Second fic on tumblr ever, first ever Peter Parker. I had this idea when my friend told me that she screamed at the fluff in one of my other fics, but that nobody in her house came to check on her. Jokingly, I called her “the girl who cried fanfic” and well, the rest is history.


You lay in your bed late at night, the only one awake in your small New York apartment. As you scrolled through your Tumblr, you saw a new post from your favorite account, a superhero fan account that loved hearing about the shenanigans the Avengers got into. Clicking on it, you saw this one was about Spider-Man.

Weird, you thought. Spider-Man isn’t really well known outside of Queens. Maybe you knew the owner of this account.

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Yeah, so I’m literally so fucking done with this fandom?

Like. Before the season was even out I knew this was going to be rocky on tumblr, but for entirely different reasons than I’m seeing. Some of the things I’m seeing y’all writing is just really shocking and frustrating? I feel like I’m not watching the same show as y’all most of the time.

Sana is a fantastic character, but a lot of you have been pinning her up as the saint of all main characters since the season started for the wrong reasons. Yes, she’s a muslim woman of colour who is the main in one of the hottest shows for youths and young people in Norway (and now worldwide as well), and that is fucking brilliant.

She’s still a 17 yo girl. She’s not about to go out and save the universe, this isn’t some anime bullshit.

I’ve loved Sana from the very start, but she has always been a somewhat “mysterious” character because we’re always seeing her from someone else’s eyes. Now that we’re seeing her from her own perspective, I love her even more, because she feels more real, more of a person, spring-boarding off from the few glints we saw in previous seasons.

I don’t feel like people in this fandom are allowing the characters to be that: real. Of course, it’s fiction, and there’s always some cliches and more wishful scenes in this show, but in general Skam endeavours to show how young people struggle. With friends, religion, ethnicity, school. How they make mistakes. How they learn from each other, and how they can teach each other as well.

Sana is not perfect (and I love her even more for it).

The whole Saranors2 thing was a shitty thing to do, something done when she was in pain and angry – and most of the posts here were about how she should “Go get them all”, how she’d probably drag Noora into it as revenge, how all the other characters deserved her coming for them.

And you all pretty much SEVERELY underestimated Sana, because she knew what a shitty thing she’s done. Almost immediately we see her regretting, and then owning up to it. She knew she made a mistake, and after she struggled with it she told EVERYONE. Because she is THAT good.

As much as people were underestimating Sana, I really feel like people underestimate the girls too.

I see a lot of people comparing this to the boy squad in season 3, which is totally bull. Isak didn’t feel alone in the way Sana does/did. Isak always had people around, be it his friends or Even, but his problem had to do with acceptance and being afraid of what people would think around him. Sana, on the other hand, feels truly alone. She feels like no one will understand her, not her friends or her family. She feels like she isn’t good enough for either. She isolates herself and acts more distant, because she’s afraid to be hurt (or already had been).

Sana is a past/current victim of cyber abuse. From what we know, this was really bad back in 9th grade. Those kids were fucking evil in their messages to her. The whole thing was pretty damaging to her, and the moment she starts suspecting she’s being excluded earlier this season she puts up all her defences. Only to get hurt again. (She has every fucking reason to slay all of them, but she is BETTER than that.)

Sana keeps things to herself. She doesn’t want help, she wants to solve her own problems before she talks about them. She doesn’t want to appear weak. I don’t believe for a second that the girls didn’t notice something was off, but for the entire second half of this season Sana has distanced herself, and they have given her space because they trust her. That doesn’t mean they haven’t worried.

The girls have also been involved in tonnes of drama and feelings and heartbreak. It’s hard to focus on other people’s troubles when you have your own, which is shitty and sad but it’s the truth. When Sana tried to reconnect on Saturday, they were in the aftermath of their own lives. Bad timing. Shitty that they don’t see her when she’s finally wanting to be seen again, but this happens also in families, and even among best friends.

The girls aren’t by any means perfect – in fact, they were written not to be – but neither is Sana.

The girls are obviously shocked when they get to know what Sana has done, but I don’t think that was enough to make them forget everything they’ve been through together. 

Chris tells her on Tuesday that they’re all going to be there. That’s exactly what happens. It doesn’t feel like it for a while, and that’s Sana’s loneliness and isolation speaking again.

They probably pulled through all Tuesday evening/Wednesday to do this thing with the van. The absolutely beautiful smile on her face when she sees them tells us all that she knows that– that they’ve forgiven her, and that they have her back, even though she felt like they didn’t just seconds before. (Even Eva, with her distaste for people spreading rumours from season 1.)

We were meant to feel Sana’s isolation this season, and I really fucking felt it.

Some people are still posting how this all makes no sense. I say: were you even paying attention?

Some people posted things about how Sana should just ditch her friends and go hang with her family/muslim friends. What, go hang with more people she feels doesn’t understand her and give up on everything she has worked for? The people she’s come to care for, who cares for her in return? If Jamilla and her family could give her all that she wants, I’d say sure go for it… but Sana has expressed struggling with this aspect of her life as well. Yet you’d never ask her to give that up, because that’s easier. You’d expect her to fight for it. Which is what she is doing here too.

The entire season has been about miscommunication. Sana tries to do everything on her own, tells everyone she’ll fix things, doesn’t tell people how she feels and denies them answers when she asks. She doesn’t ask enough and makes assumptions (see the fight), which leads to more mistakes and more people getting hurt and Sana getting hurt.

Her redemption comes when she starts being honest, with the girls, but more importantly, with herself.

So literally, FUCK YOU if you are reducing Sana to TV tropes and pettiness, because she is so much better than that. Also, let Sana be 17. Let her be a girl with struggles and mistakes. Yes, her role and presence is amazing, but while that is so important and fantastic to see on TV, she is also more than JUST the muslim main character on the show.

She can definitely be both.

TL;dr: Don’t underestimate Sana. Don’t underestimate the girl squad. The show isn’t perfect, but stop trying to see only what you want to see and pay attention.

(But as a memo to myself, I knew I should have stayed off tumblr with this and just kept talking to my friends about it, because this website can turn anything that makes you happy into toxic shit and literally nobody is surprised anymore.)

heavy, dirty soul (Jungkook x Reader) - Chapter 1: The Meeting

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff, there will be all
Word count: 3,727
A\N - I would like to mention that there are all the usual warnings for a Mafia!AU so if you are uncomfortable with the whole blood, murder, rape, torture pack you shouldn’t read this.

I want to mention that this was originally written as a gift to one of my friends, but I decided to post it on Tumblr since I liked it very much. Angela, the OC is a partial reflection of myself, and so are a few other original characters I put in. There are also appereances from other groups and people from the Kpop industry. In this chapter it’s a brief mentioning of FTISLAND and History, also EXO and GOT7) If you enjoyed my story, have a theory about it, or simply wanna talk, hit me up in the inbox, or come chat privately!

I would very much appreciate feedback! Enjoy!

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Attacked Part 2

Hellooo my beautiful people! So this is part two to this imagine, and I’m honestly surprised by how many of yall  requested part 2. I was suffering from a bit of writer’s block(as always) for this story, but I got this idea from an anon, so thank you so much whoever you are. I don’t think it’s all that and a bag of chips, but it’s pretty good. I hope yall like it!!


It’s been weeks since Calum, or anyone, has heard a word from you. After the day you left, it was as if you’d dropped off the face of the earth. You weren’t active on any social media, you wouldn’t reply to anyone’s text, and no one knew where you were. Well, besides your bestfriend of course. You were living with her until you could find a place of your own, but from the looks of it, she wasn’t letting you leave any time soon.

“You gotta get up Y/N. We’ve been locked in my apartment for weeks.”

“I don’t wanna go out there.”

“Are you still scared?” She questioned with a sigh, sitting on the edge of the spare bed.

“No, it’s just…the world is so fucking cruel. I’d rather be locked in here than be out there.”

“Good point, but we’re leaving.”

“Y/BF/N, no.” You whined as she pulled the covers off of you. You attempted to tug them over your head but she yanked harder and they fell to the floor.“ I don’t wanna.”

“But you’re gonna. Now get dressed so we can go catch a movie or I’m dragging you out the house in penguin pajamas.”


“Calum, you’ve seriously have to stop this.”

“Stop what?” He looked up at his best mate in confusion.

“All this moping around.” Luke sighed, plopping beside him in the black SUV.The four boys were just now leaving their hotel for a scheduled meet in greet in thirty minutes.

“I’m not moping.”

“Then what do you call it?”

Calum only stared at Luke blankly for a few seconds before rolling his eyes and letting out an exasperated sigh.

“So what if I’m moping? ”

“Luke, leave Calum be.” Ashton sighed as he and Michael climbed into the next row of leather seats.

“I’m just sayin’.” Luke shrugged his shoulders.

“My girlfriend got attacked, left me, and then disappeared all in the same day.” Calum complained.“I deserve to mope.”

“And I understand that, but-”

“But what?”

“Nothing, mate. Nevermind.” Luke gave up on trying to prove his point knowing it was damn near impossible with Calum. He pulled out his earphones and stared out the window as he drowned his friends out. 

Even though Calum knew that he wouldn’t find anything on your social media pages, he decided to check again just in case. He started off with your twitter, sighing when the last thing he saw was from the day before you left. He then went to check your instagram, his heart beating fast when there was an upload of you and Y/BF/N cheesing at the camera. The two of you seemed to be in a arcade having the time of your lives.

“She uploaded something!” Calum grinned from ear to ear and turned around in his seat to show everybody.

“She looks like she’s okay.”Luke concluded after examining the photo.

“Really? I was starting to think she was dead.” Michael joked.

“Now do you feel better knowing she’s safe and sound with Y/BF/N?” Ashton questioned and Calum nodded.

It was eating him alive that he didn’t know what happened to you or where you went. After you left Calum felt broken; it was as if a piece of him was missing. After being with someone for almost two years and living with them for one, something just always feels off. He often finds himself  subconsciously making and ordering food for two, turning over in the middle of the night to cuddle, and even walking to the other room to show a funny meme even though she’s no longer there. These past few weeks have been hard on him and it definitely didn’t help that he was worried sick about you.  

It didn’t take long for the band to arrive at the venue. Of course it was surrounded by screaming girls and the boys knew that it was going to be a long day. They all smiled kindly and waved at the fans as they walked entered the building to get set up at the long white table, taking their seats and waiting for the security to start allowing the fans to come in. It was going normally; they were asked a lot of questions, goofed around, signed, hugged, and took pictures with the girls. It was only when a two girls showed up and began having a conversation about Y/N with Calum when he really started to get in his feelings.

“Have you heard from Y/N? Is she okay?” The teen asked, reaching to push loose strands of auburn hair into her ponytail. 

“I haven’t been able to talk to her,”Calum shrugged his shoulders,” but she’s okay.”

“I saw what those girls did to her. It was so fucked up.”

“Yeah.” Her friend shook her head.”We were about to ask her for a picture when they just attacked her. She wasn’t doing anything but getting cereal.”

“You were there?” Calum furrowed his eyebrows and the two nodded their heads.

“Yeah, I recorded it and posted it on tumblr. It went viral there, I’m surprised it isn’t viral on twitter.” The girl spoke as she unlocked her phone and began to search for the video.

“It’s time for you girls to move now, we have others who want pictures with Calum.” One of their security guards came to escort them to the exit, but Calum told him to wait.”Calum-”

“It’s about, Y/N, it’s important.” 

That was all it took for the guard to leave them alone. You had made good friends with the 5sos crew. Almost everyone accepted you as if you were their daughter, so when they found out what happened they were devastated.

“Here it is.”

“We haven’t found their twitters or instagrams or whatever, but a lot of people on tumblr are still looking.” Her friend informed and Calum felt his eyes watering as he watched them attack you.

How could they do this to you? How could they do this to anyone? Calum understood the dedication some fans had and he greatly appreciated it, but why would they go this far? He examined the girl’s faces anytime they appeared on camera and made sure to not forget them. 

“Uh, thank you for showing me this.” He sniffed, quickly wiping away the tear that escaped from his eye.

“No, problem. I hope you two can work everything out.” The auburn haired girl smiled and went for a hug, her friend joining in shortly. 

Calum allowed them to write their twitter and instagram accounts on his hand and gave them one more hug before they made their way out. It was around two hours later when there were only a handful of girls left and the meet and greet was almost over. Three girls were going along taking pictures with the others boys while Calum finished up with a dark haired girl.

“Hey, Calum!” A strawberry blonde and her two brunette friends made their way to them with huge smiles on their faces. Calum gave them a grin before bidding the dark haired girl goodbye, turning to give them his full attention.

“I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you!” The taller brunette squealed.

It took Calum some time, but soon he began to realise exactly who these three were. His whole mood was ruined as he felt his breathing become quicker and his body heat up from the anger bubbling inside of him. Calum was a gentleman, he knew he’d never hit a girl, but in that moment he wanted to drop-kick all three.

“It was you.” He simply said as he glared, wishing they’d disintegrate.

“What?”

“You’re the ones that attacked Y/N!” He suddenly shouted, drawing everyone’s attention.

“Calum, you don’t know if-” Ashton walked over but was interrupted.

“I do! These girls showed me the video earlier and it was them!”

By now almost all of the remaining fans were quiet, watching the altercation with wide eyes. The fandom has seen Calum lose his cool with a sarcastic comment or slight attitude, but this? This was full out anger. Skin flushed, vein popping anger.

“Why would you do that?! What in your fucking mind would tell you to attack my fucking girlfriend and say shit like that to her?  She was minding her own business and you had the damn nerve to go up to her and assault her? What the hell did you think that was going to do, huh? Get you a better chance to be with me? Because I for sure wouldn’t want to go with selfish, evil bitches like you.”

At this point everyone’s mouths were dropped. The three girls stared at Calum with teary eyes, but he didn’t care. All he could see was red and the three girls who caused him and his love pain.

“Did you even think about what that would do to me? To her? Y/N’s fucking amazing! She was the best thing that’s ever happened to me! I was planning on marrying her soon and now you’ve got her too fucking scared to even be in a relationship wit me! I lost a piece of me because you had so much hatred for someone you didn’t even fucking know!” Calum’s eyes welled up with tears as he yelled at the girl.

“Calum, come on.” Michael grabbed his arm and he snatched away.

“No! They deserve this! They just get away with jumping my girlfriend and causing her to disappear from the face of the earth while I suffer and have to pretend that I’m fine when I’m not!”

“But they’re still your fans, Cal, you can’t just-”

“They’re not fans.”He corrected him.” Real fans would see how much I loved her and how happy I was with Y/N/. They wouldn’t attack her while she’s fucking grocery shopping and degrade her.”

Calum closed the top to his permanent marker and slammed it down on the table. He decided that he was done for the day and needed time to himself for now. Before he left, though, he was sure to say one more thing to the three crying girls.

“I have never been so disgusted by someone in my life.” He spat, eyeing them up and down. “The three of you can go fuck yourselves.”

Then he headed towards entrance to call himself a Uber.


Of course like all incidents like this one, it spreaded on social media quick. Everyone was talking about the video of Calum going off on fans, some justifying it, some not. Majority were saying that that’s what the girls deserved, but then again you had few that made Calum just seem like a horrible, out of controlled boy. Calum had his earphones plugged in and was huddled under the plush duvet in his hotel room, scrolling through the multiple tweets about what happened. He even smiled a few times, happy to know that almost everyone was on his side. He felt his phone buzz again and a text notification appeared on the screen. Calum ignored it, thinking that it was either management scolding him or the boys checking to see if he was okay. It was when it buzzed again did he look at the message as it appeared, his heart skipping a beat at the familiar number. He clicked it quickly and chewed his lip as it took him to his messages.

There were three text sent:

Cal?
Are you okay?
I think we should talk.


Eh, I could’ve ended that better. There will most likely be a third and final part so inbox me if you think I should do that. For everyone who’s sent me a request, I’ve seen them and I’m working on them. Like I said, I have a bit of writer’s block and don’t wanna just give you a shitty imagine, plus I’m dealing with AP classes in school and just ugh.

If you liked this imagine here’s the rest of my writing: Masterlist

The Scars That Don’t Heal

A/N: Hey guys! Still not off of my hiatus, sorry (tbh I’m kind of liking not being on tumblr a lot. I’m getting a lot done, for once). BUT I didn’t forget about Nalu Angst Week and BOY ARE YOU IN FOR A SHOW PHEW!! I can’t wait to unveil my entire story and yes, you heard right. For the rest of the week, I will be writing chapters that all take place in the same storyline and universe. It’s like a really small multi-chap. Figured I’d get my feet wet some more before continuing with Cataclysm (and I can’t WAIT to pick that up again!!). AAANYway…here is part one: The Scars That Don’t Heal

rating: T

words: 3216

pairings: nalu, duh

summary: He had given in, and she was too late. There was nothing she could do besides beg and plead for him to come back to her. She knew it was in vain, that the words would never reach him. But there was still a sliver of her that hoped he was still in there. In the end, her kindness gave her scars that would never let her forget when her happiness had slipped through her fingers.


There was a time where she was looked on with admiration and envy. She couldn’t walk down the street without getting catcalled or hear a woman scoff under her breath just because she wore something that made her feel confident, albeit a bit more immodest than some would like. .  She’d be able to walk up to vendors and, if she played her cards right, she could land a pretty decent discount. It didn’t exactly work half the time, but that was beside the point. She even managed to land a pretty big following when she had posed for Sorcerer Weekly way back when and she hadn’t even tried for that one.

That seemed like years ago now

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anonymous asked:

hiiiii darlign! last time i checked on Tumblr i could SWEAR that your blog was deleted. But, I'm not going to question it . Thanks for coming back/still being here. Are you taking requests ? Its that time of the month & I've been binging Say yes to the dress. Soo i cant help but wonder what it would be like dreaming of laying with niall and discussing the style/kind of wedding he'd want/you'd plan together. He'd probably be all about making your dreams come true. sigh i hurt me.

Hi there! I did leave. Then I came back under a different name. Then I went back to my original name. I have issues. Anyway - here ya go. I haven’t done fluff in AGES. Lol.

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Niall Horan Blurb Request - The Wedding Discussion

Niall came through the bedroom door to find me sitting cross-legged on the floor, knee deep in wedding magazines.

“Babe, whaterya doin’?” He asked, slightly alarmed at the look of utter confusion and frustration on my face.

“Planning a wedding, Niall.” I snapped, the frustration spilling over into my words, making them sharper than I’d intended.

“You look more like yer swimmin’ in magazines than plannin’ a wedding,” he joked with a smile, trying (and failing) to lighten the mood.

“Yes. I see that. Thanks.” I tossed one of the magazines off to the side while digging through to find another one.

“Babe, babe……” Niall walked towards me and held his hand out for me. “Come ‘ere.”

I sighed as I reached up and grabbed his hand, allowing him to pull me up and away from the mountain of wedding magazines towards our bed. He wrapped his arms around me and sent us both tumbling sideways onto the bed. “Ni, what the hell?” I started to sit back up, “I don’t have time for this right now, I have to work on the wedding stuff – our wedding planner is expecting everything in the next few days and I don’t have anything rea-”

“Stop, Syd. Just. Stop.” Niall cut me off mid-rant knowing that I was *thisclose* to hysterics. He pulled me back down towards him, draping his arm over my waist and letting his fingertips rest lightly I’m my backside as I settled back onto the bed with him. “This is supposed to be fun, not stressful. You don’t look like you’re havin’ any fun.”

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Keeping a Promise // Caspar Lee

Word Count- 1492

Summary- aka the five times Caspar didn’t kiss you and the one time he did

A/n- this is by far my favorite imagine yet, it was so fun to write. hope you enjoy!
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Being Josh’s little sister, you saw Caspar all the time. Whether you wanted to or not, he was just always around. You had a love hate relationship with the boy. You threw around insults like none other. Of course, you ended up falling for him. But he was oblivious, at least you thought he was.

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The first time

You were 14. It was Josh’s 16th birthday party.

“Y/n, sweetheart.” Your mom asked.

“What’s up mama?” you replied, pulling out your headphones.

“Can you go get the ice cream from the garage?”

“Yeah,” you stood up, heading out the door. You went to the freezer, searching for the ice cream, not sure which ones your mom wanted you to grab. So you grabbed them all. While you were busy trying to stack the boxes strategically, Josh and Caspar walked in.

“Y/n! Hurry up! My friends will be here any minute!” Josh screamed, grabbing two things of ice cream. He darted out of the room, towards the kitchen.

“Wanna help?” you nodded towards the other ice cream.

“Nope.” He laughed turning around.

You took one step and toppled over.

“Ouch.” You mumbled, suddenly being pulled up.

“You okay?” Caspar whispered, two inches away from your face.

“Y-yeah.” You looked into his bright blue eyes.

He looked into your eyes, then at your lips, then back into your eyes, he moved half a centimeter closer.

‘CASPAR!” Josh yelled from the backyard, “C’mon!”

Caspar let go of your arms, that neither of you noticed he was holding. He grabbed some ice cream and left. You didn’t move until your mom came in yelling at you for letting the ice cream melt.

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The second time

It was about a week and a half later. You slept in because it was a Saturday, why wouldn’t you? Once you finally got up, you reluctantly went downstairs. You loved your bed so much, but your tummy needed food. When you turned into the kitchen you were baffled by the sight. Caspar was sitting at the table eating cereal, shirtless.

“Mornin’.” He said, looking up from his phone.

“Hey,” you muttered, reaching for a bowl. You knew your shirt was going to rise up, and you didn’t stop it.

You suddenly felt a presence behind you.

“You really shouldn’t do that.” He whispered into your ear.

You turned, face to face with your brothers best friend, “Do what?” you asked innocently.

“Tease me.” You breathed, his face straight.

“What’s going on here?” Josh asked from the door.

Caspar immediately reached up for a bowl, “Just grabbing a bowl for Y/n.” he turned and went back to the table. Once again, leaving you flustered.

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The third time

You were at school, sitting in the library. You were quietly working on your math homework, when he sat next to you.

“Hello,” he smiled.

“Can I help you?”

“Someone’s moody today.”

“Just curious as to why you’re here.”

“I need help.” He said, catching your attention.

“With?”

“So you’re saying you’ll help me?”

“I never said that.”

“Okay well, no one can know so come here.”

“What?”

“Come here.” He leaned forward, pulling you closer to him. He sat there for a good 15 seconds.

“Are you gonna tell me what you need?” you said, bored of the game he’s playing.

“I really want to kiss you,” he whispered. “But Josh is looking, so I’m pretending to tell you something.”

You immediately stood up and ran out of the library, flustered again.

~~

The fourth time

You were at a Halloween party. Like any other party, you all decided to play a game. Seeing as Truth or Dare and Never Have I Ever were overplayed, you lot decided to play Spin the Bottle.

“Alright, I’ll go first,” said a guy in the grade above you. It landed on someone who wasn’t his girlfriend. This led to lots of screaming, now 2 less people were playing.

Next was a very popular girl, it landed on Josh. You grimaced, watching your brother kiss her.

“Alright, your turn Casp,” Josh said, waiting for his friend to spin the bottle.

You clenched your fists, nervous. Did you want it to land on you?

Pro- you got to kiss Caspar

Con- only because of a game

Pro- you get to kiss Caspar

Con- your brother would see

Pro- YOU GET TO KISS CASPAR FREAKING LEE

Yes. You wanted it to land on you.

It must have been your lucky day, because the bottle came to a stop. Facing you. Your breath was caught in your throat. Suddenly you couldn’t breathe. But you played it cool. He smirked, scooting across the floor. You didn’t look at Josh, you knew it would ruin this moment. Caspar leaned in, you closed your eyes.

“IM GONNA KILL YOU!” you heard, jerking your eyes open. Everyone’s head turned to the noise.

There was a loud crash, a few bangs, and lots of yelling. Two boys in your brother’s grade were full on fighting.

“Let’s get out of here,” said Josh, pulling you out of the back door.

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The fifth time

You were emotional. Josh was leaving. He was going to London. You didn’t want him to leave. You were sat in the living room, holding one of his sweatshirts.

“Oh, Y/n.” your brother sighed, “Come here.” He opened his eyes.

You bawled, “Why?”

“It’s a great opportunity.” He smiled, “I’m only a FaceTime call away. You’ll be fine.”

“I’m going to miss you so much,” you cried, sitting back down.

“You can keep my sweatshirt if you want,” he offered.

“I wasn’t going to ask for permission,” you giggled.

“C’mon Josh, we need to leave soon. Finish packing the car, I need to piss.” Caspar interrupted.

Josh left and Caspar was in front of you in seconds.

“Why are you crying love?’ he said sweetly.

“I don’t want him to leave.” You said quietly, not wanting Caspar to judge you.

“It’s not so bad, trust me. If you need to talk to someone, you can always talk to Theodora.” He cupped your face, looking straight into your eyes. “God you’re so beautiful.” He put his forehead against yours, you closed your eyes.

“Casp! You said you had to piss not take a shit! C’mon!” Josh yelled. You walked outside with Caspar. You hugged josh one more time. He got into the car, then you turned to Caspar hugging him as well.

“I’ll kiss you one day.” He whispered, then he was gone. And once again, you stood there, alone, flustered all because of the same blonde haired, blue eyed, South African who’s been making you feel this way since you were 12.

~~

Finally

You woke up 3 minutes before your alarm went off. You decided to scroll through Tumblr before you had to get out of the bed. You were going to pick up Josh today. It had been way too long since he had been to South Africa. Two years in fact. You were so excited to see him, but when you saw him walk out of the terminal, you got more than you bargained for.

“JOSH!” you screamed, running up to your older brother. “Oh, how I’ve missed you.”

“Missed ya too sis.” He smiled.

“Oli? As in Oli White?” you asked, peering behind your brother.

“The one and only.” He laughed.

“It’s so nice to finally me you! I’ve only seen you in videos!’ you hugged him as well.

After you let go of Oli, you saw him. Two years had passed, and he was still gorgeous as ever.

“H-hey, Casp.” You smiled.

“Hi,” he sighed happily. “It’s been way to long.”

“Yeah it has.”

You pulled him into a hug, his arms wrapping around you tightly, “I’ve missed your touch.” He whispered. He let go of you, but you kept your arms around his neck.

“Do you remember the promise you made me the last time we hugged? “You asked, smiling.

“How could I forget?” he laughed.

“So? Are you gonna keep it.” You bit your lip.

His smile faded, “Josh is going to kill me,” he went to pull away, “Fuck it.”

He attached his lips to yours, you responded almost immediately. You’ve been wondering what he tasted like for the past 6 years. And it was better than you had imagined. He tasted of mint gum with a hint of alcohol. You loved it. You could taste that forever. He licked your lip, asking for permission. Which you gladly gave him.

“Okay that’s enough.” Josh said, “I’m allowing you to be with her, you could at least have the decency to not eat her face in front of me.” Josh threw Caspar’s bag at him.

You giggled mouthing a thank you to your brother who just smiled.

You clung to Caspar the rest of the day, you’ve been waiting 6 years, and you couldn’t wait any longer to be all over that boy.

Into the Wand... Ok, now what?

My first reaction to Into the Wand looked something like this 

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Which was followed by this

Originally posted by tandoresuperskull

But when I woke up in the morning and starting browsing the Star vs. tags on tumblr, my reaction was this

Originally posted by allreactions

Into the Wand did something the fans have been wanting for awhile now. It gave us some answers on Toffee’s backstory and his connections to the Butterfly family… BUT it also raised some new ones. This will be the main point of this post.

Now, when Star goes into the wand to “find the thing that doesn’t belong” we are treated to an onslaught of things Star remembers. Whether it be something she is used to seeing everyday (Marco’s hoodie and Echo Creek Academy), things from her childhood (Her dad’s chair and the Mewni Castle), to things she never personally saw but might have remembered subconsciously as a baby (The Grandma Room and Little Chauncey).

The Grandma Room is, to put it in simplest terms, the past queens of Mewni portrait hall. Only, instead of standard portraits of royals like we see in history books or on Wikipedia pages, we get Tapestries of important moments in there lives.

Tapestries of queens like Selena the Shy featuring men coming to either court her or learn her secrets as she holds her wand/fan. Solaria the Monster Carver’s tapestry is her kicking monster but and defending Mewni (how much of the threat the monster’s really were is up for debate). However, two tapestries really caught mine (and the fandom’s eye)

First off; Elicpsa Queen of Darkness. i mean, just look at her tapestry.

And then, her little blurb:

“Eclipsa Queen of Mewni to a Mewmen King was wed. But took a monster for her love and away from Mewni fled.”

Bad Girl indeed. Just look at her. Not only do we finally have the spades character, but we have the possibility for a backstory on another queen that isn’t Moon.

Speaking of, her tapestry and blurb… intrigue me.

“The Immortal Monster will long be haunted by the Darkest Spell of Moon the Undaunted.”

Ok, now I’m finally going to get to my theory. First of all: Toffee.

Not only is he down right terrified (as apposed to his usual stoic expression) he also sports some skulls on his shoulders as apart of some uniform. But look at what are on those skulls.

Diamond and Spade cheek marks. We know who the spades belong to, obviously. He might have put Elicpsa’s skull on his shoulder for some symbolic f pride reason but I’m curious about the diamond cheek skull. We already know that Moon has the Diamond’s on her cheek so… how?! (I’m sure Nefcy and crew will figure out someway to explain this but for now, I’m going to just ignore this)

Now, after seeing this tapestry, many people have written off Toffee and Moon’s history as enemies. But, I have to disagree. I mean, come on!

You don’t get have THIS MUCH EMOTION 

from simply being just enemies.

I think there’s more to this story then we’ve yet to see. Maybe they were friends and Toffee just got fed up with Moon’s behavior. Maybe they were a parallel to Marco and Star. However, new theories have come to light and while i’m not behind them completely, I have to admit they have some key theories.

All these new theories have one thing in common, they both connect Toffee and Elicpsa.

Especially after the quasi-Jump Scare scene after Star grabs Toffee’s finger (which I will discuss a bit later). I couldn’t get a GIF so just settle for images.

Many people have started to theorize that Toffee is actually the son of Eclipsa and her monster lover. It’s not an entirely crazy theory. It allows for some of Toffee’s resentment to the Butterfly family be justified. They didn’t approve of his mom and dad’s relationship and practically forced her out and his half-sister blew his finger off. Justifiable and gives him motive. But I do not support this theory due to lack of sufficient evidence (and my own personal head-cannons) and the fact that I think it goes deeper than that. Maybe Toffee and Moon are related, maybe not. Who knows? Obviously, we won’t be getting any concrete evidence until we’re over the halfway mark of the season (and even then that might be stretching it)

Another thing I want to point out is Miss Heinous.

Her cheek marks (Clubs) are a muted grey-ish kind of color. While, for all the other cheek marks we’ve seen, they’re some sort of lively or bright color. Perhaps Miss Heinous is the daughter of Eclipsa and Monster-Lover and was ridiculed as a child and told she was never a “True, proper Princess” and that’s what inspired her to establish St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses. It’s all speculation at this point but honestly, I support this theory more than I support the Toffee-Eclipsa’s child theory. Because to me, this has more legs to stand on.

For now, all we can do is wait for more episodes to come out so we can (hopefully) piece together the mystery of Toffee.

However, one of the episode Page Turner is set to air next week and it may cover some of Moon’s secrets, some of Toffee’s secrets, or maybe even some of Celina the Shy’s secrets. I’m hoping for the latter.

Well, that’s about all I have to say on the new episode. I have a few other theories so stay tuned for that. Also expect some other content coming out soon. Until then I’ll see you guys later.

(Also, thought Glossaryck in the tapestries, just hovering cross-legged through all the shit that goes down was hilarious)