things i never get around to posting

So, serious talk.

How is anyone supposed to both have a full time job and be a solo 1d fan?

Like… how?


Y’all need to be fucking better about the way you interact with young artists on here. And don’t you dare see this and think “oh I’m a minor so this post isn’t for me” cause you know damn well half the inappropriate asks artists get are from other young people. Think of all the kids who were contacting the creators of BMC and asking sexual questions about the characters. Think of how many asks you see popular artists get with sex jokes and talking about which of the characters they draw are bottoms, and how often you see them have to post asking their followers to stop, and remember that most of the people in our communities are minors. 
We constantly post about how the adults on tumblr need to be careful with the way they interact with minors, and they do, but i can say from experience that more often than not they’re not the one trying to discuss inappropriate things with random people they’ve never spoken to. Being around someone’s age doesn’t give you a pass to make them uncomfortable. 

I’m so tired of hearing my underage friends complain about all the inappropriate asks they get, even after saying time and again they want people to stop. It’s not fair to them at all. Have respect for the people you follow, they aren’t your friends, you don’t know them, sending them asks about this kind of stuff is so uncool and uncalled for. 

And hell, this doesn’t even apply to underage artists. There is no reason for you to send unprompted inappropriate asks to people you follow, no matter their age. You have no idea how they feel about what you’re saying, if they’ve had uncomfortable experiences. You don’t magically become chill with sex jokes and talking about character’s sexual lives because you turned 18. Just show people the respect they deserve??

So I really wanted to have a comic finished today, but I have one in the making that I’m really liking and didn’t wanna rush it, or separate it into parts. So have this Stardust Ruby Rose thing till I get back from vacation, and can upload a cute team STRQ comic!

Sidenote: Anyone think “Dust” in RWBY could be Star Dust? Idk what that would mean, but it sounds cute~!

What does Stan’s symbol mean?

First of all, thanks to @marypsue for listening to my ramblings and giving some feedback about this a few days ago and to @eregyrn-falls for talking about Alex’s Q&A, which reminded me to write it up and post it.

Warning: this is going to be long. Sorry.

One of the things that I’ve always hoped would get an explanation from Alex (but possibly never will?) is the meaning behind the symbol on Stan’s fez/the Cipher Wheel.

First, a bit of a tangent, but I hope a productive one: in GF fanfic, a common issue when Bill and Stan appear together in a fic is that we never canonically heard Bill’s nickname for Stan (assuming he would have given Stan one, which, given Bill’s character, seems like a safe bet). Fic authors usually get around this by having Bill call Stan “Fez,” which makes sense given that’s where his symbol is and it’s a pretty distinctive element of his appearance.


But Bill doesn’t call Dipper “ballcap,” or Mabel “sweater,” or Soos “t-shirt,” even though that’s where their symbols are found. Their nicknames are based on what the symbol IS, and the symbols (at least roughly?) represent who they are as characters.

So, ultimately, thinking about what Bill’s nickname for Stan might be sort of helps clarify what Stan’s symbol might mean vis-à-vis his character. Ahem. Back to the symbol.

The clearest direct mention of the symbol is in Journal 3, when Ford writes that Stan’s fez is from Filbrick’s  membership in the “Royal Order of the Holy Mackerel.” It’s totally possible this is all there is to it, it’s a funny fish symbol. Alex’s old DeviantArt account is reportedly holymackerel, so it’s possible it’s just something he thought was funny and that’s that.

But, we all know how much Alex loves to misdirect people – almost as much as he likes to have multiple layers of mysteries and meaning in GF. So I think it’s more likely this is just a superficial meaning for Stan’s symbol.

Looking at the symbol, there could be a few different interpretations, so I’ll present the three most interesting ones I came up with, in order of what I think is the likelihood it’s the real meaning of the symbol.

First, another look at the symbol as it appears on the fez:

Now what if we do this:

 Looks like an eye, right? Just one eye?

The least likely theory is that the symbol has something to do with Stan’s character being connected to Bill’s in some way. It’s a cool interpretation, considering how important the idea of the “beast with just one eye” was, and the fact that, as Mr. Mystery, Stan wore an eyepatch (and so had just one eye visible). If you’re a subscriber to the Same Coin theory, this interpretation might work for that.

I personally don’t think this is it, though. So let’s turn the symbol this way:

Notice the symbol in canon art is always represented with these proportions. Now what does it look like? A bit like the portal casting a shadow? Who lived (figuratively and literally) in the shadow of the portal for 30 years? Yeah.

Stan, with his long-standing self-esteem and self-worth issues, saw himself as just “part of a dynamic duo,” essentially Ford’s shadow, not capable of accomplishing anything on his own. So, this interpretation is a little more likely to me, and I headcanon that Bill’s nickname for Stan would be something like “Shadow,” because it’s not only thematically appropriate, it’s snide and hurtful.

But this still doesn’t seem like it’d be an appropriate symbol for Stan’s character. After all, reductively thinking of him as Ford’s shadow would only represent most people’s (and his own self-) perception of Stan in the first (admittedly long) part of his character arc. So what represents the culmination of his character arc?

Let’s turn the symbol one more time:

Look familiar?

Well, first of all, there are some similar-looking symbols in the history museum in SotBE:

And on the ur-Cipher Wheel in Mabelcorn:

I personally don’t think it’s related to the symbol that’s similar to the Freemason symbol, because that seems on-the-nose and superficial to be on a secret society fez (though a cute reference), and more related to Dipper’s character than Stan’s. I think the other symbol gives a clue as to its meaning, since it’s also incredibly similar to Stan’s symbol’s shape.

…what legendary bird is often represented in this shape? And the shape on the fez? Wings upraised in a circular shape?

So…my best guess is that this is a simplified, stylized version of one of the best symbols for Stan’s character: a phoenix. The imagery of Stan burning is present throughout the series, and of course, Stan is literally immolated and reborn in the finale. I absolutely headcanon that this is what Stan’s symbol really means. (But I don’t think Bill would ever call Stan “Phoenix,” do you?)

All this is just speculation, though. You’d have to have actually been in the writer’s room (or Alex’s brain), or have done a lot of research into ancient symbols (in so many cultures and historical contexts, seriously – Egyptian symbolism, indigenous American tribal symbolism, secret society symbolism, alchemy symbols, etc) to suss out what everything related to Stan and his symbol (the flag/banners for the Royal Order of the Holy Mackerel, the first symbol in comparison to the second symbol – both work for the Phoenix symbolism, the color symbolism in the series, etc) might mean.

h20shark1738  asked:

I was wondering if you could make a picture of rad and Raymond cuddling

Here ya go, bud, how about some sleepy afternoon floor cuddle-chats to add to the cuddle collection~? :Pc

((Also I’m not saying you have to drag it, but it is transparent, so….~ :3c))

(Found on Facebook)
Oh man where do I even start.
Well first of all, grapes/raspberries are one of the most expensive fruit in the produce section. I don’t even buy them unless they’re on sale. You gotta go for things like bananas, frozen berries, and check to see what fruits are in season. Maybe pineapple wasn’t in season. Check online to see which fruits and veggies will be the least expensive.
Buy veggies and fruits NOT in a package. If you pick them out of the pile yourself and use your own bag they are less expensive.
Don’t get soda. The credibility of this post being “healthy food” was immediately shot down when I saw a friggin Sprite. Soda is not healthy. Soda is not cheap. Soda is a privilege. Soda is a once in a while special occasion.
And the nuts, you can get a box of oats for less than a dollar.
Considering none of what’s pictures above can make an actual meal, I gave suggestions of what can. Like mentioned, the bananas, frozen berries, and oats can make you awesome oatmeal all week for under $10.
If you want lunch and dinner, consider canned beans, tofu, potatoes, rice, frozen veggies, and kale (not from a package). You can make a good combination of stuff for, oh look, around $15.

Eating healthy doesn’t mean buying the most expensive thing in the store. You have to walk around and see what is best for your wallet, or google tips beforehand because yeah it’s easy to make dumb decisions. The person in this post obviously doesn’t grocery shop often. I grocery shop every other week, I NEVER break the bank and I always get a lot of stuff. You wanna buy junk food and McDonald’s and give your body unnecessary problems instead of eating healthy because you’re so fixated on the lie that you can’t afford it? Whatever. But don’t go around spreading this false rhetoric, because IT IS possible to eat healthy on a budget and you’re just hurting everyone around you by trying convincing them they can’t.

The Seven Signs || MYG

Group: BTS

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: A little bit of everything

Word count: 11.3 k (this is one long mother effing imagine)


There are certain things Min Yoongi never does. NEVER. So when the boys start noticing the changes, they clue into whats going on. But it seems like Yoongi and you are the only ones who don’t know because well he is him and you are you.  

A/N: I wrote this about a year ago when I was just getting into BTS. I was going through Yoongi feels at the time. But since its a new year I decided to tweak this a bit and post it for you guys. Enjoy!  

The boys sit around in a circle in the middle of the night, their voices a hushed whisper. Namjoon sits as the the facilitator of the small group which has broken out into an argument. An argument about whether or not their fellow member Min Yoongi has fallen in love with you or not.

The mix of whisper yelling and arguments begins to make Namjoon agitated when in reality was the one that introduced the idea to the other boys. He noticed Yoongi’s unusual behaviour first and clued the boys in, who then began to notice signs of their own.

But sitting in the midst of the chaos called conversation among BTS members, his head begins to take on a splitting headache. He gently massages his temples, and pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration for his attempts to get them to listen to him fail not once, not twice but over a dozen times.

“Okay shut up” he actually yells and the other 5 boys freeze immediately as his voice carries thought the silent dorm. They all look at each other in horror for the fear of having woken up Yoongi, who sleeps soundly in his room, unaware that his love life has become a topic of  heated discussion among his friends.

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This post is getting attention again, which reminded me that I never got around to pointing out the really fucked up implication of this:

So Benthic Scream, the Shout that didn’t make the final cut of the Dragonborn DLC, is super interesting because of the things I highlighted there.

  • “Your Voice power is corrupted by the influence of Hermaeus Mora.”
  • Starts with “Fus”, same as Unrelenting Force
  • …But instead of actually having the same effect as Shouting “force,” it’s a “scream for Mora.”
  • Also note that its FormID specifically says it’s associated with Miraak’s mask.

Now hear me out…

Hermaeus Mora likely corrupted Miraak’s existing Dragon Priest mask into the Lovecraftian form he’s seen wearing. If you look closely, you can see that there are many similarities between a typical Dragon Priest mask and Miraak’s, particularly in the center of the face. It actually looks like it was gripped by the outer edges and pulled into that distorted and monstrous shape, reminiscent of Mora’s tentacles. This is fitting, since Mora’s influence also corrupted Miraak’s former devotion to the dragons. He took a vital symbol of that allegiance and perverted it.

We know that Hermaeus Mora intervened during the battle between Miraak and Vahlok + the dragons, pulling Miraak into Apocrypha just before Vahlok could strike the final blow.

So what if, just as Vahlok was going to kill Miraak, Miraak attempted to Shout Vahlok away, but instead of what he expected, the mask corrupted his Shout into a scream for Hermaeus Mora to intervene? He calls on the power of his own Voice, and to his horror, what comes out of his mouth is actually an eldritch wail that transcends dimensions? Note too that this Shout has a tentacle effect attached to it, and from what I can tell, that means that the person Shouting would essentially vomit forth tentacles… A nice little body horror aspect to it.

I feel like there was so much potential with this Shout and its backstory and I’m mad it, like so many other things, got scrapped when Bethesda shortchanged Dragonborn’s development time. :|

PSA: Inbox Etiquette

How to Approach Someone for RP and How to Handle an invitation to RP

It occurs to me that there are 2 sides to making a new RP partnership happen. It takes 1 person to send an initial message of interest, of course, but it also takes 1 person to receive that message. I firmly believe that you should always be polite when inboxing someone first and that it’s the best thing you can do to find new partners because it shows that you’re assertive and puts you on that potential partner’s radar. However, I realized that I haven’t mentioned how the recipient should behave once they get such a request. So for good measure, that’s what the latter half of this post is getting around to. Okay? Okay. 

How to Approach Someone for RP

  • Be Brave - Even if you’re nervous to approach someone for a partnership. Do it anyway. It could work out. You’ll never know if you don’t ask. The worst that can happen is your ask goes unanswered or your request is denied. If that happens, move on to the next! There are so many people on tumblr looking for partners, so don’t dwell on that 1 or 2 that don’t work out. 
  • Be Polite - Greetings are important. Your potential partners are human just like you. So talk to them like you’d like to be talked to. ‘Hi’ ‘Hello’ ‘Hey’ are good starts as opposed to a naked ‘wanna rp?’. It also never hurts to say ‘please’ and ‘thank you’, when appropriate. If you are denied,  please don’t continue to message the person asking/demanding for explanations or begging them to reconsider. This is unfair.
  • Be Patient - It might take a few seconds, minutes, or days for a potential partner to reply to you. Wait at least 1-2 days before re-messaging. And say something like, ‘hey, I inboxed you the other day about wanting to rp and I’m not sure if tumblr gobbled the message or not. please let me know when you have the chance. thanks.’ Oh yes. Tumblr eats messages sometimes. It happens.

Example rp request messages which you may use:

  • hey. i came across your blog in the tags and i have a muse i think might work well with your muse because —.
  • hi. i saw your starter in the tags and I was thinking of replying to it with my muse, do you have any ideas where you want to take it?  
  • hello. i just had to message you because I found your blog while scrolling through my partner’s blog and I love your muse/this plot you reblogged/your writing style, would you like to rp?
  • hi. I saw you liked the plot about— I have a muse that’d be perfect for that if you want to discuss?

How to Handle an invitation to RP

  • Be Considerate - It takes varying degrees of courage for someone to come into your inbox and state that they’re interested in rping with you. Especially if the person approaching you thinks that you’re god’s gift to writing. For some people it takes a tremendous leap of faith to make the first move. So when you receive an invitation for rp, please respond. Even if it’s just to say you’re not interested. It’s the polite thing to do not to keep them hanging. You were new to this stuff once. Remember?   
  • Be Honest - If you’re open to new partnerships, say so. If you’re not open to new partnerships at the moment or ever, say so. If you’re open to new partnerships, but you just don’t see yourself gelling with the person who’s asking for a shot, say so. Don’t feel pressured to accept in order to be nice. BUT be nice if you’re going to say no. This person who messaged you is human, like you, and has feelings. Be respectful, especially if they’re respectful to you first. 
  • Be Collaborative - If someone comes to your inbox with intentions of rping with you for the first time, it would be nice if you did a little grunt work too. You can take a look through their blog and see what might and might not work, instead of demanding they come to you with all of the ideas. If they say, ‘hey, how bout our muses meet at a cafe?’ take the idea further, if you like it ( e.g., ‘sure. it can be during a rain storm and my muse is looking for a place to sit’ ), or suggest something different, if you don’t (e.g. hm, how bout something else? like our muses bump into each other in a doctor’s waiting room?). RPing is a collaborative process, after all. So–be somewhat willing to collaborate?

  Example rp request denial messages which you may use:

  • hi. thanks for messaging me, but I’m not looking for new partners at this time.
  • hello. i got your message and i really appreciate the nice things you said, but I have a full plate with my partnerships/threads already. So I wouldn’t have the time or energy to devote to another one. sorry.
  • hey. i took a look through your blog/at your guidelines/at your muses and i just don’t think that we’ll fit as partners. thank you for reaching out though. good luck!

Take Home Message to all of tumblr Rpers: 

Be nice. Be honest. Be collaborative. Don’t settle. Don’t be a jerk. 

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

When we think about trans people and periods, the first thought is often boys who are on their period - Boys who are on their period are boys, and just as real and manly as boys who don’t get periods. 

I’ve written several letters about this topic but noticed that I have never written a post for girls who do not get their period which is a just as important topic, so…

Girls who don’t get periods are real girls. 

People around you may say things about periods - well-meant but ignorant or meant to hurt - that make you feel guilty or uncomfortable (or trigger dysphoria). This is not your fault. You’re not oversensitive or a “special snowflake”. 

Statements like “All girls get their period, it’s nothing shameful” are meant to encourage and comfort girls but are not really true. While it is true that periods are nothing shameful, the message that all girls get them is simply wrong: Some girls don’t have a vagina. Some girls don’t get periods, and there’s nothing shameful about that either. 

Statements like “But biology tells us that..” are plain ridiculous. We can’t reduce girls to what’s going down there - that’s not what defines you. Whether you have a menstrual cycle or not does not determine your gender. (And, as a side-note, biology is not as black&white as transphobes would love to believe). 

Even a “You are sooo lucky you don’t have to deal with it” may sting. You don’t have to feel lucky. You can feel sad or upset you don’t have periods - that’s not weird or “crazy”, it’s okay. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom  

PS: Of course, you can also identify as a girl and not care or do indeed feel lucky that you don’t get periods - not all trans girls feel the same about it, and all feelings are valid! 

Okay, so I got this fic idea that I know I’m not able to write, so I’m going to throw it out for anyone who wants to use the idea.

So basically, a lot of times, with Nursey and Dex, when we imagine one of them visiting the other over the summer, it’s usually Nursey going to Dex, right?  It’s tough for Dex to go to NYC because of his job and family and yes, finances. But I’m thinking, what if, after they start dating, Dex gets the idea that it might be nice to surprise Nursey in NYC, so he starts saving with the intention being that if their relationship lasts until summer, he’s going to take some time and do it (he’s pretty sure the look on Nursey’s dumb face when he shows up unannounced alone will make the trip worthwhile).  And he has some ideas about what they might do, except that when he gets there, Nursey just excitedly starts rattling off the kinds of things and places that only New Yorkers would know about that he wants to take Dex to.  And who is Dex to say no to excited Nursey? And they have all sorts of cute moments around the city.

So, can y’all see my problem? I’m just a Michigan boy who’s never set foot in NYC, so I can’t possibly write this. But I really want a fic of it! Can I interest any NYC-area fic writers to do it for me? Please???

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on this robot harry?For me it's so annoying he can't even pretend to be excited for his own tour, his social media presence is such a turn off

Well I’m sort of digging myself a grave with this one, but since I haven’t seen a post I can fully agree with, here we go. Disclaimer, I actually study this at uni. I was the Social Media Manager for the planning and putting together of a fashion show, on all platforms. I just handed in last month a 6-months marketing plan that was based around social media promo. So I do have a bit of knowledge in this area. I am by no means an expert, but this is my future field of choice, so I like to think I’m at least educated.

The situation isn’t as black and white as people have put it so far. All I’ve seen is “he’s horrible at engaging with fans” and “he doesn’t own you shit so stop complaining”. The answer is a very big grey area in which Harry’s actual social media presence fits perfectly in my opinion. First of all, there’s two main templates we studied for marketing purposes this year, Gaynor Lea Greenwood’s promotion suggestions (2009) and Burcher (2013)’s Paid, Owned and Earned media concept. Long story short, the first one is your traditional marketing campaign and the second one relies more on social media and advertising on it. Now, I think Harry’s team went for the more traditional approach, and let me explain why.

Harry started distancing himself more and more from twitter and Instagram ever since the hiatus started.Even before, during OTRA and MITAM promo, most of his tweets were promo stuff, lyrics I’m not sure we fully understand even now, charity work, promoting friends or tweeting about holidays/important days or events. His fan interaction has been low for quite a while, and I’m honestly baffled people are acting like this is news. Looking through his Twitter in 2015, there are some tweets to fans, yes, but they’re very sparse.I counted about 12 in 5 months, most of them in September, when Perfect came out, and around the release of MITAM.His tweets were mostly thanks to fans for various awards and nominalisation, promoting the songs/album, some lyrics and, without fail, after every concert he tweeted a thank you for coming.

It felt more personal than what we have now (tho in all honesty, his tour hasn’t started yet and if we eliminate the OTRA tweets it’s already a different story), but Robot Harry has been a thing then, and people were riding along with it instead of condemning it to the extent they do now.But, the thing is, Harry didn’t have the entire burden of engaging with the fanbase like he has now.Louis, Niall and Liam always took turns in taking the lead in replying to fans and interacting with them, which allowed Harry to do his part and everyone was mostly happy.

And yet, I personally don’t feel this frustration many people feel. I think it’s quite interesting actually. A bold move that wouldn’t work for other artist whose career relies on people who live and breathe social media (maybe Beyonce or Adele, but they are in another league). I was very intrigued by Harry’s statement in the Behind the album video, in which he said that there was a time in his life when people knew everything about him, and he didn’t like it.He has been overexposed since 2012, his personal life splashed across tabloids, fake relationship or not.And now he disappeared for a year (and has been retreating into himself for at least 2) and he wrote this mysterious™ album, trying to see if people can listen and understand it without knowing much about the current him. In this context, having an album that surrounds itself in mystery and then doing 4 Q&As on twitter and 3 livestreams sends…extremely contradictory messages. I can, and will fault his team for presenting a dual image of Harry that sometimes makes 0 sense, for handling a lot of things so poorly, and for the entire Carolina mess, but I will say that his social media fits this old school mysterious rockstar image they’re showing of him. I also think his actual reason is very personal and very real, and I respect the fact that he didn’t compromise this choice he made for promo purposes.

His promo relied on more traditional channels. TV and radio appearances, print magazines, and most importantly, the secret gigs. Now, I’m sorry, but I felt entirely more connected to Harry running across London at 8AM in my pyjamas than by any twitter spree he’ll ever do. I never did this before. This reminded me of the stories my dad told me, of queuing up for days in front of the box office so he’d get the tickets when they went on sale. It was very old school and it worked for me. It was a phenomenal experience, something I will never forget. And he did this for us. All profits went to charity, he didn’t do this for money. And while I know this was for a few selected cities and a handful of lucky fans, it was intimate and it was special and I think everyone, regardless if they were there, or vicariously living through pics and videos, felt a connection to Harry. We got emotional on his behalf when he sang with his idol on stage 2 weeks later, you don’t do that for someone you have no connection to.

Now, the actual reason I’m happy with what we’ve got is that it is genuine from my POV. Liam is the perfect candidate for a comparison, since he also took a bit of a break from social media (not as heavy as Harry’s, but he definitely wasn’t as active as Louis or Niall) and his promo is as textbook as it gets. He slowly, but surely increased his activity since January, a few more tweets, a few more pics on Instagram.A big turning point was April when he posted 13 pics on Instagram, compared to 8 in March, 4 in February and 3 in January. His Twitter went through a similar process.Now, the moment he started posting more, I knew his music was gonna be out soon. It’s pure marketing. You start your campaign weeks before the actual launch, it’s only natural. Unless you want to drop it as a surprise, but that’s another discussion. Actually Harry did it too, with the TV ad, but that was ruined by the info getting leaked beforehand and everyone getting pissed off by that so whatevs. Now, Liam is going for the approachable celeb route. Streams, Instagram stories, snapchat, tweeting fans, loads of pics, videos with popular Youtubers. It’s nice and about as well handled as it gets (apart from that weird video release earlier than it should have been and Liam just generally being a bit…odd?off?idk how to explain it, but a lot of people feel the same way from what I’ve seen). It fits with the image Liam is going for, it aims at the right target audience. He’s not trying to enter a new market like Harry is. He’s consolidating his place in the current market from what I’ve seen (and I’ll admit I haven’t followed his promo as closely as Harry’s). Trying to imagine Harry doing this sort of promo doesn’t really work for me.

Niall has been present on and off social media ever since he came back from his trip last year. Literally, if I pull up the calendars people have been making each month, he doesn’t get more than a handful of days without doing something, so it’s unfair to compare him to the others, since he’s always around and posting and doing stuff.

Louis deserves a better team and I won’t have anyone uttering anything else in my presence, and yet somehow, despite Niall’s constant presence and Liam’s textbook engagement, I’ll never feel as connected to them as I feel to Louis. Louis’ tweets are the perfect mixture of absolutely adorable fan service (“our year” 😭😭) and some of the things he’s passionate about (tv shows, fashion, footie/sports). His promo for JHO was….I have no words for it and I’m gonna have a rage fit if I start thinking about it, but his overall persona is charming and endearing when he’s posting things himself. He created a real communication channel between us and him and he knows how to use it when he needs to send a message (warning selfies anyone?Only you?). There’s an actual analysis of Instagram stats that shows he’s the number 1 male account in engagement and overall likes and that doesn’t surprise me one bit. Louis is a smart businessman, he has a loyal fanbase who is here for him through thick and thin.

And on top of everything I said so far, none of them owe us anything outside the promo bubble. Apart from shoots, songs/albums/tours info and official announcements, they do not owe us anything. If they chose to share a picture from their home, that’s their personal space, and while it’s good for PR, amazingly good in a society that thrives from the feeling of knowing everything about everyone (like what’s your fave’s breakfast and how’s their cat is doing), it’s still a part they can choose to keep private and no one should be entitled to ask for more.

Have you seen Adele’s Instagram? It gives you this illusion of closeness to her, with make up free selfies, funny poses and landscape shots. Too bad literally everything is from touring and other official appearances right? There’s one picture of her home, and that’s to celebrate the end of the tour. Harry sort of did the same with the booklet pictures. He allowed you into his personal space in a controlled manner, just like Adele did. Only he did it in a different way. His promo is just different and you have to think a bit outside the box to see that he actually did a lot of things other artists do. Just a bit differently. Was it perfect?Fuck, no. Was it as bad as many people make it look like?Personally, I don’t think so. It was just different and people are entirely justified to see it as a good or a bad thing. I see it mostly as a good thing. Mostly.

anonymous asked:

What do you think about the studyblr community?

I knew one day someone would ask me this

firstly one of the things that really attracted me to starting a studyblr was the idea that trying is cool. all through my schooling making an effort was seen as a bad thing, something to be shunned and mocked. then I came across studyblrs where people seemed enthused by the idea of doing the best they can at school and sharing tips on note-taking and revision techniques and how to get into university and I thought that was good and cool. 

where I’ve ended up, several years later, is only following a handful of postgrad students who sit in this friendly and good group on the edge of the studyblr ‘community’. one of the reasons for that is that I came to realise how much artifice is required to be a successful studyblr. I do take time to set up a lot of my shots and I do very selectively ‘curate’ my studying experiences. a couple of years ago I decided to be upfront with that and I have made many mentions in asks and posts to the inevitably artificial and curated nature of my blog. I hope people have found that refreshing rather than off-putting.

I find that a lot of the asks I get are focused around people trying to emulate me as if I have all the answers because I do well in class and I have a nice pencil case. the truth is that I’ve never been good at studying and that I am blessed with an ability to understand things quite readily and then be able to write about them quite well afterward. when people ask I almost always say that what works for me won’t work for other people and that they should just do what comes most easily to them. what worries me is that people see these beautifully written notes or perfectly notated books and it makes them feel inadequate and anxious because that doesn’t work for them. you have to acknowledge that over-organisation and prettifying is a form of procrastination. that’s not to say it is de facto a bad thing, but it’s not exactly helpful.

what I have struggled with is the way in which the ‘studyblr community’, in its scramble to be super helpful has become very prescriptive and unrealistic. if your notes aren’t pretty enough or if you can’t afford the best stationery or if you don’t fit the mold in some other way then it’s unlikely your post will pick up traction or that you’ll get tens of thousands of followers. the ‘studyblr community’ therefore not only mirrors the ableism and classism of wider youth culture but it can also exacerbate and amplify it without meaning to.

all this is to say that even the most well meaning actions, if done uncritically, create an unhealthy environment. what the studyblr community needs is a big dose of self-awareness and internal critique if it is to avoid the traps which it so readily falls into. I could go on here about this being a trait of liberal capitalism but I will save you that.

I have often thought about closing this blog down because I feel like a fraud and someone who is doing exactly that thing which I recognise and dislike. I have kept it going so that I can say things like this and so that there is a critical voice in the community. I have also kept it going because people do genuinely seem to be inspired by my posts and I do get a little kick knowing that my life is #goals to someone out there.

I’d be really interested to see what people think of all this, I have written it off the cuff and it is not intended to be read as an academic critique as much as an answer to the question asked. @ohmyphd @howtophd @nealc25 @post–grad

Why Vmin are called the “Soulmate Couple”

Long post

Before I get into this, I’d like to say, that this will provide examples as to how amazingly close vmin are to being considered real life soulmates. It’ll also help anyone who wants to know about vmin’s relationship and how close the two actually are. But overall, it’ll definitely explain why some of the fandom refers to them as already soulmates. Whether it’s viewed platonically or romantically:)

Okay here we go. Pray for me to be able to get all of this in one post.

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Unofficial Part 2

Part one can be found here

Two thousand words of pure angst.


“She’s amazing…but, we’re not dating”

A pint of Ben and Jerry’s rests in my lap as I stare at my phone’s screen. A page somehow ‘shipping’ Shawn with the blonde model has multiple profanities in the caption of the instagram video it posted.

I can’t help but admit that I do feel relieved at the content. I am glad that he has publicly stated they aren’t dating. However, I still remain angry at the fact that he hasn’t tried to contact me at all; he also remains completely happy and not at all torn up by our situation.

I sit in my living room, eating an abundant amount of ice cream while I track all of his movements and recent relationships. Meanwhile, he doesn’t even seem to care about how i’m doing enough to contact me.

I scrape at the bottom of the pint and salvage a half-melted spoonful of ice cream, placing the now half empty carton on the table in front of me. My phone buzzes whilst sitting on the couch cushion next to me and I pick it up.


Check this out

She proceeds to send a twitter link. I click on the link, only to be redirected to a page that tracks the snapchats of the one and only, Hailey Baldwin.

“Boys who send flowers win points with the family”

My heart pounds at a faster pace in my chest. My hands squeeze around my iphone, yet, I don’t feel a single hint of sorrow in my body.

I felt angry, incredibly angry at the fact that he hadn’t even sent a short text message. A brief, ‘Hey, i’m sorry I took you to an event as a date and then made out with a model who hopped around with all of my friends. Sorry I couldn’t keep my hands to myself, when I asked you to cut off all of the guys you were talking to. Hope we can make this up.’

He hadn’t even cared enough to type me a message, and meanwhile he was getting shitty matching tattoos and buying expensive flowers for her.

I had always wondered whether or not I had made the right decision by giving him a chance to begin with. The fact that he was doing these things for her, blatantly knowing that she would post them on her social media platforms was making me grow more infuriated by the minute.

I decide to head to the gym. I had gotten a membership with Shawn a few weeks ago after he complained about how the gym I was previously going to was too far away from my apartment. ‘It’s too dangerous’ were his words.

Looking back, the small adjustments he had made in my life seemed to have a much bigger impact on me now. I couldn’t go to the gym without thinking of how he cared enough to get me a different membership, couldn’t go to the store without looking at the spicy doritos he’d always loved, and I couldn’t stare at clothing brands without wondering whether or not his new girl had modeled for them.

At the same time, feelings of anger seemed to resurface with the memories; he had pretended like he cared about my well being. He had gotten upset when I acquired male interests even though we were never more than a series of friendly hookups and sparked moments. I had cut off all of my male interests because he had asked me to, yet, he hd defended his girl when I confronted him.

He had chosen to lie, and I knew that liars weren’t the type of people to pursue relationships with.



My hands rested on her slim, soft waist, her bare chest in my face and her slim eyes staring down at me from slightly above. She was pretty, yes, but she felt wrong.

Her movements weren’t as reactive as y/n’s. I would grab at her fingers, intertwining my hands with hers and she would instead brush past my palms and grip harshly at my hair. Goosebumps didn’t rise on her skin like y/n’s did and she didn’t make my heart race nearly as fast.

“Yeah?” The lipstick remains smudged lightly on her thin lips and she breathlessly responds.

“I-I can’t do this”

Her face morphs into confusion and disappointment. I was lying completely naked underneath her and had suddenly halted her actions. We had done this before, but I had always been too intoxicated to fully enjoy it. Having her sober made me realize how bland it all seemed.

Y/n had been different, we had connected on more than just a physical level about things that we both enjoyed. She had never liked receiving flowers or flaunting me around to her friends and followers like Hailey did. Her family hadn’t been raised around money so she was fine with going to a rural Mcdonald’s as opposed to a fancy restaurant surrounded by paparazzi.

They were almost complete opposites. Hailey had always hinted at me getting her gifts and forced interests in the same topics. She studied John Mayer albums almost because she was trying to impress me, rather than because she enjoyed them herself. She had posted all of the gifts I had gotten her with sly captions, and all of our dates or meetings seemed to be in headlines the next morning.

Truthfully, I regretted not chasing after y/n that night. We had been friends before we were ever more and the loss of both was frustrating me continuously.

“What do you mean you can’t do this?” Hailey responded annoyed. She remained straddling me from above as I tried to unforcefully lift her off of me.

“I just remembered I have somewhere to be.”

She gets off me and remains sitting on the couch, only putting on her bra and underwear. I put on all of my clothes and grab the gym bag by the door of her apartment. I rush to collect all of my belongings.

“Bye.” With those three words, I quickly walk out of the door. My gym bag is slung along my arm and because I didn’t feel like driving through the LA traffic all the way to my hotel, I choose to go to the gym instead.

I think of the gym and am immediately reminded of the time I had gotten y/na new membership. I wonder if she has gotten a membership at her old gym; I wonder if she’s walking home by herself again. I wonder if i’ve screwed things up to the point where she doesn’t even want to see me anymore.

I get into my rented car, my jeep being at home, and toss my bag into the passenger seat. My hair is still slightly damp from my sweat and what almost happened just minutes ago.


“Shit” I quickly mutter to myself while putting my hair up in a ponytail. My fingernails were aching because of how far i’d chewed them done over the past few days, making it difficult to tie my hair.

I eventually put my hair through the holder three times before adjusting my leggings by pulling them up. I grab my phone, and connect the chords of my headphones into the headphone jack before walking out of the women’s locker room and heading towards the treadmill. It had been too cold to get in a good run outside so I was happy to finally get my workout in.

I try to keep my mind off of how swollen my red eyes seem to be, and how disheveled I look. I start the treadmill and turn the speed up. The music blasts through the speakers of my earplugs at full volume and I completely drown my surroundings out.

Just as i’m approaching my second mile, I see a large hand press the ‘stop’ button on the treadmill. I abruptly stop and avert my gaze to the calloused fingertips, praying that it’s not who I think it is.

I breath heavily and train my gaze to the red button. I place my hands on either sides of the support bars on the treadmill and close my eyes, trying not to cry.

He wraps one of his large hands around my chin and slowly turns my head towards him. My eyes remain closed and I can almost tell that he’s frowning.

I could tell his reactions so well, I had carefully observed every single detail about him. How he fidgeted with his fingers when he was nervous or how he reacted to different levels of disappointment. Had he cared enough to do the same for me as well? Probably not.

“Why are you here?” I softly grumble before opening my eyes. He looks completely fine. His hair is gelled up and his skin looks healthy. I had spent the past few days stressfully skipping meals and crying over him.

“I didn’t think you’d still be here.” He mumbled before taking his hand off my chin and placing it back to his side. I nod before turning back to the treadmill, trying to resume my workout. I just wanted to exercise and leave.

“We should talk, you know.” He states while standing next to me on the ground. I start the treadmill again. I put my headphones back in, only for him to tear them out seconds later.

“Talk to me” It now sounds more like a plea rather than a suggestion and I feel almost offended. I had tried to talk to you at the party, asshole.

“Y/n” He presses the stop button on the treadmill again. “Let’s talk.”

I don’t want to react to him. I knew that if I responded, if I fully went off on him, if I told him that he’d virtually destroyed any chance of us getting back together, I think I would’ve broken down in the middle of the gym. The last thing I wanted right now was to be the center of attention.

He grabs my wrist in his large hand before gently rubbing his thumb back and forth against the back of my hand. He knew how much I liked it and tears well up in my eyes at the wonder if he’s done the same with her.

“Fuck off, Shawn” I cry out before bringing my face into my palms and forcefully shrugging off his hand. I wipe at my leaky eyes before sniffling and telling myself repeatedly not to cry.

He stands from the sidelines and stares as I completely break down over him. His eyes hold sorrow and I can tell he’s on the brink of tears as well - I don’t tell myself he’s just as torn up over me as I am over him in fear of getting my hopes up.

“I’m sorry” He grabs the sides of my head with both of his hands and leans his forehead against mine before whispering the two words. Tears still leak out of my eyes and I don’t want to look at him.

I push him away. He stares at me shocked and I can’t help but feel at least a little bad. I remember what he did to me and it makes me infuriated.

“I saw you getting her flowers. Where is she, Shawn? Is she waiting on you like I was?” My voice sounds hoarse and I want to leave.

“She’s at her apartment. I’m not going to lie to you, I was with her before this. But I couldn’t do the things I did with you with her, it feels wrong to me. I guess I like the physical aspect of her.” He states before pausing to look into my eyes. “But she’s nothing compared to you.”

“I don’t want anything to do with you Shawn. Go back to her, I don’t want you anymore.” I angrily respond at his remark. He thought that a shit apology and I bad explanation could get me back to being the side girl in their very public relationship.

He looks torn apart at my last few words and I applaud myself silently. The past few days had been emotional hell for me and he was finally experiencing it first handedly.

“You made it clear that you didn’t want us by not making it official in the first place. It was my fault, I should’ve known you were just some hormonal teenage boy who thought with his dick rather than his brain. It was my fault for getting caught up in whatever we had because you obviously didn’t care enough to stay.” He looks broken and I finally see his eyes turn red from the tears he keeps forcing back. He swallows thickly.


“Was I not famous enough for you?” I bit my bottom lip with my top row of teeth. “Because I remember this one time you told me that we didn’t have labels so that you could protect me.” Tears are running down my face and I can tell we have a lot to discuss. I feel strange crying in the center of a public gym but when I see him in front of me I think of my anger as completely rational.

“But then I see you buying her expensive flowers and taking her to restaurants I can’t pronounce and parties hosted by people I can only see on news articles.” I ramble on. He looks shocked at what I have to say and I can tell he finally knows what i’m feeling.

“Come back to my hotel - please. No funny business or anything like that, I just want to have some tea and talk about what happened. I need you to know what you mean to me. I need you in my life, y/n.”

I stop biting at my lip, “Fine”, “One cup of tea and after it’s gone, I leave.”


pt1 | pt2 | pt3 | pt4 | pt5 | + | (completed)

pairing: jungkook x reader / yoongi x reader

genre: angst, smut / idol au 

word count : 6,651

description: It started out simple, but when your feelings start to grow for the idol who isn’t allowed to date, things get complicated.

note: I can’t believe I’m posting the last part to this. I never expected for this story to be liked by so many of you guys, and I just wanted to say thank you for all the kind words I’ve gotten because of it. No matter which way it goes, I hope you all enjoy!

One Year Later

You’re digging through the back of your closet when you feel a pair of arms encircle your waist from behind. You already know it’s him, so you immediately turn around, and throw your hands up to lock them behind the back of his neck. You lift up, and touch your lips softly against his own as his hands start to travel underneath the material of your shirt. You love that he can still manage to make you feel goosebumps with his touch after all of this time. The tips of his fingers start to travel around the curve of your side until they rest at the waistband of your tights, he’s playfully popping the material against your skin. He tries to dip his fingers further down, but you grab his wrist to stop him. He gives you a sad puppy dog expression at your actions.

“No, we have somewhere to be remember?”

You remind him of the previous engagement that the two of you had planned a little while back.

“Of course I remember, I just wanted to make you feel good before we left.” He says as he, starts to pepper kisses along the side of your neck.

Your heart rate increases, and you feel a wave of desire crash through your body. It had been a few days since the two of you had gotten to be intimate because his schedule was so hectic lately. It takes everything in you to hold back the want to drag him back towards the bed so you could satisfy both of your needs. But you have to be stern with yourself, and find the will to push back.

“We’ll have plenty of time afterwards for… all of that.”

He gives you a look of defeat, and simply places a soft peck on your lips, giving you a smile before heading to the living room to wait for you. A deep sigh escapes your mouth once he’s out of sight, as you try to push away the feeling of desire bubbling inside of your stomach.

You turn back to the closet, and continue to rummage through it, as you ponder all of the time and memories that have passed since back then.

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Angry Ashton Smut

Request: yes/no

Are requests open: yes/no

Fandom: 5 Seconds of Summer

Word Count: 1652

Warning: Raunchy? Gifs


Not my gifs/pictures


“Are you sure you don’t want to come out tonight?” Ashton asked me, we were currently in our room, me studying for an upcoming test and he was getting dressed for a Halloween party.

 “Ash, I told you, I have to study for this test” I told him, I didn’t even look up from the notes I was trying to copy from my friends. “But I want to see you all dressed up” he whispered. Ashton came to lie on the bed with me and he wrapped put a warm hand on the bottom of my back.

“Ashton, you’ll be late and I’ll fail” I told him, I pushed him off of me with no avail. He was obviously stronger than me, he placed a kiss to the side of my neck, I giggled at the feeling and turn my laptop away. “Come Y/N you know you want to” he told me.

 I turned to face him and put my hands on his shoulders, he pulled me closer and just as we were about to kiss, a loud honking was heard and we both jumped. “Don’t drink too much okay baby?” I asked him. Ashton looked in my eyes, gently kissed me on the lips and whispered “of course, I’ll be safe” he said.

It took 3 more minutes and a few honks from Calum, but eventually my clingy boyfriend was out the door and on his way to a Halloween party.

 Studying was going as well as you’d imagine it would, I had netflix playing in the background and studying was getting away from me.

 Y/B/F: Check instagram Y/N: Well hello to you too Y/B/F: Just do it, and don’t get too mad

 Immediately all attention was on what she said and I checked instagram. I wasn’t notified in anything, and nothing out of the ordinary was popping out.

 Y/N: What am I looking for exactly? Y/F/N: Halsey’s page

 Now I was getting worried. It was Halsey’s party that Ashton went to, and just because she said that, I was worried now.

 She posted a lot from her party, and I found the one that Y/F/N was probably talking about. It was Ashton and here, standing pretty close together and the caption was nothing but rows of hearts.

 My blood started to boil, I was never the jealous type, I mean, Ashton and I had a lot of trust. But this was crossing the line.

 Y/N: Ash?

But no answer, I waited around 30 minutes and tried again, but the same thing.

 Knowing him he probably didn’t do anything, but I was getting nervous, he usually answers within 2 minutes or less. I was letting this get to me and I just went to grab the bottle of vodka.

 “Alright Google, what can I mix with this to get me very drunk” I whispered to myself. The only thing that really popped up was to mix it with diet coke. Luckily we had some and I started to play the American Horror Story drinking game.

(I don’t condone drinking, but I also can’t stop you)

Within 2 episodes, I was already shit faced off my ass. I started checking instagram once again, and once again I saw that damned photo of Halsey with my boyfriend, fans were tagging me in it and trying to start drama between us or something.

 “Y/N?” Ashton asked as he walked through the door, his costume was all ragged and he was either drunk too or my suspicions were just confirmed. I turned my head to look at him.

 We had shared eye contact, I took a large swig of my alcoholic coke and turned back to my tv episode.

“What are you still doing up?” He asked, he came to sit with me on the couch, and he place an arm around my shoulder. I was still pissed at him, so I turned off the tv and the lamp I had on beside me and walked out of the room. Leaving him in the dark.

“Y/N/N, what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked me, as I settled onto the bed. “Oh I don’t know, why don’t you just go out with Halsey again?” I asked him, my words were slurring.

 Ashton didn’t answer me, he just grabbed my drink, took a sniff of it and threw it on the carpet. “How drunk are you?” He asked calmly, but I knew he was mad. “The carpet!” I shrieked, I stood up to go get a rag but he gently pushed me on the bed, hovering over me.

“How drunk are you?” He asked again. But I wasn’t drunk enough, usually when I’m over my limit, I can’t help but get the giggles. I was just mad and I reached up to slap him, but he caught my wrist in time.

“What are you accusing me of?” “I saw Halsey’s post, you really think I’m happy about that?” I asked him, “nothing happened. I saw what she posted and I asked her to take it down before leaving. I came back for you, I always come back for you” Ashton told me.

 He pulled me close and started kissing my neck, my eyes fluttered closed but I remembered I was supposed to be mad at him. “Ashton, fuck off” I whispered, “let me show you, that you’ll always be the one I come back to” Ashton said.

May as well, let him show me how much I truly mean to him.

 Ashton grabbed my hips and lied me farther on the bed, his oversized shirt was torn off me immediately and I was left in nothing but my panties. “Such a dirty whore aren’t you” he asked me, but I was too caught up with his warm hands trailing overtop my breasts and traveling my body.

 He slapped my breast when I didn’t answer, “you love this. Tell me you love this or I swear to god I will stop” “I love this Ash. I’m your dirty little whore” I told him.

My panties were the next to go, and without any warning he plunged two thick fingers in my heat and his opposite hand rubbing harsh figure eights on my clit. “Oh my fuck” I moaned, my back was arching from the immense pleasure I was receiving. “Fu—Fuck” I kept moaning.

“Stop fucking moving” Ashton told me, his voice was rough, and my drunk state told me to just ignore him. I started letting my body move as much as it wanted to. “Alright fuck this” he said.

 He left me, and I could cry at how fast he ripped his fingers from my heat. “What are you doing?” I asked, “you need to stop moving” was all he said.

 Ashton walked to the closet, came back out with 3 belts of his. ‘How long have you owned belts?’ I thought to myself.

 “What are you doing with those?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. Instead I was tied up by my wrists with one, and my thighs were separated.

“Look how beautiful you look” He whispered. “Ash, please fuck me” I told him, “you think you deserve that? After you got drunk and accused me of cheating? You think you deserved to be fucked?” He asked, I just nodded my head furiously.

 I was so frustrated, I was basically dripping onto our sheets and I couldn’t do anything to relieve myself. “Please Ashton, I’m sorry for what I said, please, just please fuck me” I moaned.

 “This is just so pretty” he said, I noticed that he was completely naked now, and had his phone in his hand. “What are you doing?” I asked, the flash went off and he threw his phone across the room. “That’s a keeper” he said.

 Next I thing I knew, he lined his dick up to my entrance and was just running his head up and down teasing me. “I hate you so much” I whined out, I was getting sick of all his games. “I know you do, but you need to learn darling” he said.

 He leaned down to kiss me and as soon as our lips, he roughly penetrated in me. It was so much, that I arched up from the pleasure, it actually kind of hurt, but it was exciting me.

 “You like that don’t you?” Ashton said, our bodies were quickly getting sweaty from how fast he was going. “Oh my god, Ash I love it so much” I moaned out.

 Ashton leaned to capture my lips in a heated kiss once again and was massaging my breasts at his pleasure. I couldn’t do anything but enjoy this and I was absolutely living.

 It seemed with each thrust he was going deeper and deeper and eventually I started to feel my orgasm build up.

“Ash, I can’t last any longer” I moaned.

 He took that as his cue to remove his hand from my breasts and starting rubbing my clit again.

 I couldn’t even fight it anymore, my body was shaking from all the pleasure. A string of swears left my mouth as my orgasm took over my body, and Ashton made sure that I was done before he released inside of me.

 He quietly untied me and tucked my exhausted body into bed. “Ash?” I asked quietly once he joined me. “Yes Princess?” He asked, I grabbed his arm and placed it around my body. “I’m sorry for getting upset over it, I know you’d never do anything like that” I whispered.

 Tears formed at my eyes,  Ash knew how sorry I was by now. He kissed my head and grabbed me closer. “It’s alright, I know how you get when you’re drunk. I forgive you and I’ll take care of your hang over tomorrow alright?” He asked.

 I nodded my head and laid my head on his naked chest.

 At least I got some good sex out of this.

A/N: Holy shit I suck at smut, hope the two anons enjoyed it though 


anonymous asked:

Amber I need to suffer, could you tell me what are the songs in which H and L harmonise the most together? I just can think of better than words just because of a post that's going around atm, but I joined the fandom pretty late so I 've never followed their music before MITAM? Sorry for the rant and thank you

get ready for your DEATH

  • Use Somebody (not on the album but you’ve got to see this) 
  • Over Again (their verses are after another and it kills me)
  • Little Things (again, they follow each other up and then do the chorus together)
  • Rock Me (Louis: “I used to think that I was better alone” Harry: “Better alone” Louis: “why did I ever want to let you go?” Harry: “Let you go”)
  • Where Do Broken Hearts Go (at the end) 
  • No Control (all of it is beautiful)
  • Better Than Words, yes
  • Temporary Fix (Louis: “and if you’re feeling the weakness…” Harry: “WELL I TOLD YOU BABY THAT YOU COULD CALL ME” plus he’s screaming it up in the back of Louis’ entire verse hahah)
  • A.M. 
  • If I Could Fly (as if this song isn’t a cryfest as it is, have Harry: “I hope that you don’t run from me”, Louis: “for your eyes only….” )
  • Home (Louis: “I’ll make this feel like home”, Harry screeching “BAAAABY WE COULD BE ENOUGH” KILL ME WITH THIS SYMBOLISM)
  • 18 (Louis’ verse, then H&L sing it together, and then Harry launches into the rest of the chorus, and live it’s even worse)
  • Love You Goodbye (Louis’ high note and then Harry interrupting lowly…….. MURDER MY ASS)
  • One Thing (click the link, it’s the acoustic version and it’s beautiful, HL’s voices are really prominent together in the chorus)
  • WMYB (same thing, not really together but acoustic, they sit next to each other and please just watch it and cry)
  • Live While We’re Young (again, acoustic, i’m a fan, go to 0:33 IT KILLS ME)
  • You & I (Louis’ verse, Harry harmonises in the background)
  • Happily (in the chorus both H&L are really prominently there)
  • Last First Kiss (Harry at 2:28, Louis follows up the chorus)
  • She’s Not Afraid (they follow each other up)
  • Loved You First (same thing)
  • More Than This (… you know what I’m saying yet) 
  • Moments (really prominent together in the first chorus, follow each other up) 
  • Little Black Dress (again, Harry’s verse)
  • Strong (for the sake of it, Harry sings the chorus right after Louis’ verse)
  • Why Don’t We Go There

Some of them aren’t harmonies in the strict sense of the word but they’re still dream-teaming it up so it’s close enough, hahaha.  I probably missed a few, anyone’s welcome to add, but I had to stop before I collapsed. this should be enough to tide you over at least 


The Day Ladybug Met Chat Noir


Dear Ladybug,

I didn’t know if this was the best way to reach you; I never got around to getting your number (though you can’t say I didn’t try). But I trust that our mutual friend and budding Albert Londres winner at the Ladyblog will do her best to make sure this gets to you. I expect you used the same kind of technological skullduggery to post on the Ladyblog as I did, so I’m sure this is going to wind its way through the sea of proxy accounts to find you sitting at work somewhere.

It’s been awhile, huh? I don’t know how things shook out on your end, but I’m guessing your Miraculous doesn’t exactly work anymore, does it? I thought we’d at least have a moment to say goodbye after Hawkmoth got hauled off, but my little cat friend was gone before I could find you again. I looked for you in the crowds (I don’t know if you did the same, but I’m flattered if you did) but you were gone before I could find you.

I’d say I hope you survived, but we both know you’re too clever to be killed by a man in a butterfly costume.

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