things i think about first thing in the morning

But At Least It Was Polite!

I tend to love those ‘Humans are weird!’ posts, but I also tend to laugh at them a little. I tend to think, well, this is hilarious and would make for a great story and all, but most people wouldn’t really try cuddling with a five-headed alien catbeast, right? We’re not that dismissive of how dangerous everything is.

Except then I got a little too close to a rattlesnake at work the other day (and before anyone wonders, it was early morning and the snake was still pretty sluggish, so I was well out of the way before it even started rattling), and the first thing I could think of to say to someone else was, “The good thing about rattlesnakes is that they warn you before they try to bite you.”

I was being sincere.

And then I followed it up with, “I just thought it was polite of the snake.”

And then when I came across another rattlesnake, minding it’s business a good ways off, I decided it was sort of pretty, as far as rattlesnakes go, and got a little closer to get a better look. Not enough to scare it, but still.

So, yeah. Humans are weird.

LUCID DREAMING: HOW TO

SO LUCID DREAMING!!  

Some people asked because of my TONGUE IN CHEEK POST about it the other night, well!!! all it is, is being consciously aware that you’re dreaming. You can kinda train your brain to do it and it’s fukken awesome ok!  I learned from a bunch of books I got out from the library one summer back in high school and I have kept up all the habits since then until shit got weird but we don’t talk about that

sometimes you get to a point where you can control your dream and force yourself to dream about a certain thing . either way it’s really damn neat to just have conscious awareness while you’re asleep and if nothing else, it’s something fun to do that doesn’t cost anything.

I got into it a few years before Inception came out, if you can believe it. So when that movie came out talking about the same ideas my mind was  blown 

First things first:

1) DREAM RECALL:

This is your ability to actually remember your dreams. Because imagine, even if you end up having a lucid dream,  what’s the point if you completely forget it as soon as you’re awake? Some people think they don’t dream anymore but it isn’t true, everyone dreams. Some people just don’t remember.

So Write down  all your dreams, anything that you can remember as soon as you wake up.

I just text it to myself first thing in the morning and usually they’re super disjointed and barely readable but it’s just enough to have me remember them again. even if you can only remember little snippets, the more you do this the better you can get at remembering.

2) DREAM CUES

Dream cues are these little things that make you realize you’re asleep because they differ between reality and your dreams. They’re kind of like triggers that will make you realize you’re dreaming. The idea is to check in on these cues even when you’re awake, so that when it becomes a habit in real life, it will become a habit when you’re asleep.

It’s also a good way to check if you’re actually awake because sometimes dreams are super realistic. I’ve had a lot of dreams where I woke up in my bed, then did the reality check only to figure out I was dreaming.

Different people have different ones but there’s some common ones:

-mirrors: In real life you look like yourself. in a dream you’ll look like a really distorted version of yourself or like a completely different person. I don’t recommend this one because what you see in the mirror might freak you out into just waking up lol

-counting your fingers and seeing more or less than the amount of fingers you have

-electronics that don’t work

-text that changes when you read it, look away and then read it again

-dim lights [i hate light dimmers for this reason eugh]

-loose teeth

My personal ones are the and fingers and the changing text! So in real life, I count my fingers, and read some text, look away and read it again to see if it changes.

If I have more than 5 fingers, I realize I’m asleep and that’s where the lucid part starts.

Personally for me, all of these have served as dream cues, but these two are the ones that i literally check on. Another big one for me is if my teeth are loose, it’s an automatic cue for knowing I’m asleep.

INDUCING A LUCID DREAM

So you made a habit out of checking in on your dream cues and writing down your dreams. Now how do you actually do this thing….

There are some REALLY SPECIFIC METHODS To inducing a lucid dream . Some people practice one method that brings you from wakefulness directly into a dream, with NO LOSS OF CONSCIOUSNESS. I find this a little rarer but it’s definitely happened to me

Others have the method where you fall asleep as usual, end up in a dream, and then your consciousness wakes up while you’re in the dream. This is more common I think.

my sleep science might be off but this is it as I’ve understood it.

so the general method is to go to bed super early. like 9pm. And set your alarm for Stupid O Clock. I am talking some ungodly hour that you will never be up, like 4:30.

Reason being: You will literally never go to sleep and immedeitly start dreaming. You have to have been asleep for a few hours, having gotten a few sleep cycles in. The longer you sleep, the deeper your sleep cycles run and the more restful sleep you’ll have as the night goes on. It’s only in the later sleep cycles that you start to dream.

This is the reason you’re groggy in the morning [you were just in the middle of your deepest sleep cycle] but not groggy at all if you wake up at like 12

So the goal is to wake up right before you’re gonna go into a deep sleep cycle.

Stay awake for a few minutes, go to the bathroom or something, read some stuff on lucid dreaming on your phone… You want to wake up your brain so that your mind is conscious and running even though you’re dead tired.

Now you can go back to sleep, and the conditions are pretty much met for having a lucid dream.

SO GENERALLY NOW, it’s really likely that you’re gonna have a regular dream.

But if you’ve been making a habit out of doing your dream cues/reality checks while you’re awake, at some point you’re gonna do it while you’re asleep.

stuff from the waking world carries over into dreamtown. it’s the same reason you’ll have super realistic dreams about your job or people you know.

IT’S ACTUALLY SUPER COOL When you do your dream-cues and you see different results from real life. Like I’ll count my fingers and realize there’s 6 of them and be like Ohhh shit! I’m asleep! Time to go wild.

Usually I just fly around like a motherfucker but it’s so cool to be your exact same self who is able to think about your family/friends/homework/life/memes except you’re flying

CONTROLLING THE DREAM

OK SO NOW THAT YOU’RE AWAKE while dreaming, you can  try controlling your dream. This is a bit harder to explain but in my opinion it’s as easy as focusing/dwelling on what you want to do..kind of like repeating a mantra mentally.

Like lets say you’re dreaming and you come across a house. As you’re walking towards it, tell yourself “Captain Kirk is in this house and we’re gonna have the time of our damn life.” TELL YOURSELF WITH CONVICTION! BELIEVE IT! CAPTAIN KIRK IS IN THE HOUSE! OVER AND OVER!

also try practising controlling on little things first. Like point to the sky and say “brighter” or “more purple” or “bluer” or think “I want it to be night time instead" and it SHOULD change.

STAYING IN THE DREAM

There’s 2 tricks I know of that will keep you in a dream for longer when you feel like you’re about to wake up and you don’t want to.

One is spinning: If you feel yourself waking up, try spinning around on the spot till you’re dizzy. Things will blur around you and then they will clear up and get super sharp! Especially spinning while crouching. I have no idea why this works, but it does and others have said the same thing.

The other is, when you feel like things are getting blurry, focus on ONE spot in the dream. I usually crouch and like, stare at the details and texture of the road really really close up. For some reason, pinpointing your focus on one little thing will refocus the dream.

finally,

READ UP!!

Honestly the more you read about lucid dreaming, the more likely you are to have one for yourself..Even by reading this you’re more likely to have one. It’s weird, but it works. When I would regularly read books on the topic they’d say the same thing and it was true. It’s kind of like, the fact that you’re aware that it can happen makes it likely to happen..

SO YEAH, before you go to sleep or when you wake up at 4 in the morning, google it, see what others have to say. Get your brain in gear for it. there’s lots of posts online that will probably talk about the same stuff that I have here but this is my legit personal experience with it and stuff over the years.

IN SHORT

  • DO YOUR DREAM CUES/REALITY CHECKS
  • WRITE DOWN YOUR DREAMS
  • SET YOUR ALARM FOR A REALLY DUMB TIME!!
  • HAPPY DREAMING
love letter 2.0

to the boy i am in love with,
i am not sure where to start and how to tell you i love you. i know people feel you’re just another boy that i met when i was young and wasted but it doesn’t feel that way. it doesn’t feel like you’re just another boy who i’ll forget. i dont think i can even bring myself to forget the little things i know about you. like how much you despite okra. or like how much you hate cheaters and liars. or like how much you love me. i don’t think i can ever bring myself to forget how i feel when i am with you, how good i feel when you hold my hand, how my heart beats faster when you kiss me, how my world seems better when you smile at me. i don’t think i can ever bring myself to forget the first time you said i love you to me, and i was just surprised because i didnt see it coming frankly, like i didnt see how strong we would be despite 6500 miles between us coming. i don’t think i can ever bring myself to forget you. ever. i know people always told me long distance is hard, but people always told me the earth is round. i dont believe it, not unless they get me concrete proof because we did long distance and i’m still as desperate in love with you as i were before. i think long distance would have been hard if we let it be, but between busy schedules and time differences, one thing always kept us going. the fact that we kinda are crazy about each other. pretty hard to believe, but since im not deep alseep and typing this at thirty past midnight must be true. so yeah, this is my public display of affection. this is where i tell you, someday im going to move in with you and make you breakfast and kiss you first thing in the morning. and you’ll know then how good a cook i can be. i love you like you’re the sun to my rainbow. i cant be fucking radiant without you. and you know what the best part it, you can’t see a rainbow without the rain.

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The first time I saw her…
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips..
Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her…
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times if it was Wednesday.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely locked the door eighteen times.
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked
when she talked;
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off.
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
Some mornings I’d start kissing her goodbye but she’d just leave cause I was
just making her late for work…
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking…
When she said she loved me her mouth was a straight line.
She told me that I was taking up too much of her time.
Last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place.
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but…
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touched her?
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.
I can’t – I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars…
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel..
How she turns shower knobs like she’s opening a safe.
How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out…
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once — he doesn’t care if it’s perfect!
I want her back so bad…
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.

“OCD” by Neil Hilborn 

Friends Part 4

Summary: You and Bucky are friends for a long time, but lately you start to develop romantic feelings for him. One day one of Tony’s parties everything changes but maybe not the way you wanted or expected.

Paring: Bucky x Reader

Words: 2643

Warnings: Fluffy, loads of Bucky being a cute pie some sexual innuendos and some sexual tension.

Thank you @amrita31199 you are amazing.

credits to the gif owner

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

You take a sip of your coffee as you look at the computer in front of you; you are never going to understand why you accepted a job at the Stark Industries, sure they pay you really well but looking at budgets all day was starting to make you crazy.

To be honest, the budget in front of you is the least of your concerns, it’s been five days since Bucky went on a mission and you still haven’t heard from him. Usually, he texts you to let you know that he was alive and well. But so far nothing, according to Natasha they are fine but the mission is a lot more complicated than they anticipated.

You wish they would be home soon, you hated worrying much, you couldn’t sleep when you were worried.

You almost have a heart attack when you hear your phone ringing, you look at the id caller expecting it to be Dan but no it is Wanda. This is odd she never calls you “Hey Wan is everything fine?” Your mind goes to the worst scenario possible, afraid that something might have happened to Bucky.

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In the simplest form, I want you. I want everything about you from your contagious laugh, to the way your eyes squint when you smile. I want to be the last thing you think about at night and the first thing you want in the morning. I want your soft goodnight kisses while you run your hands through my hair, only to wake up past sunrise to our bodies intertwined. I want to cook you your favourite meal so many times that I no longer need the recipe. I want to take you on adventures that you remember without coming across pictures we took. I want to wake up to you wrapped in my arms wearing nothing but my sweater. I want you to meet my friends and family so they can see why I’m so crazy about you. I want to spend my Sunday’s with you binge watching your favourite Netflix series. I also want you at your lowest. I want to be here for your hard times and struggles, just as much as I want to see you overcome difficult obstacles and accomplish your biggest goals. I want this. I want us. I want you.
—  05/15/16
161109 BTS JAPAN OFFICIAL FANMEETING VOL.3 in Fukuoka - Quiz Game

1. Q: What makes Jungkook think he has really grown up? (500 points)

Taehyung: Carrier billing
Namjoon: Body
Yoongi: Age
Jimin: Driver lisence

Hint: Something changed about it

Jimin: Physically growing up
Jimin: Mentally growing up

2. Q: If Jungkook were an ARMY, whose fan would he be? Why? (5,000 points)

Jimin: It has to be me right?
Yoongi: J~~~~Hooopeee~~
Taehyung: Can I answer it? It’s V.
Jimin: It’s Rapmon-hyung, because he’s smart. 

Namjoon said he would be Jungkook’s fan too.

3. Q: The most embarrassing moment of Jungkook this year? (50,000 points)

Yoongi: Falling down while riding a scooter in front of our house?

Hint: During live performance

Yoongi: Drooling while perfoming live?
Taehyung: Having stomachache while perfoming live
Hoseok: Pants ripped
Jimin: Dropping his mic

Hint: During live perfomance, something happened and the two got something

Jimin: This one surely is V
Seokjin: During ‘BS&T’ pre-recording, I blew hand kisses to ARMYs
Taehyung: During ‘BS&T’ pre-recording, Jin-hyung…
Jimin: Laughing when seeing Jin-hyung’s dance?
Yoongi: Jin-hyung really can’t dance!
Seokjin: Before the pre-recording, while positioning, I touched Jungkook’s butt
Jimin: Jungkook farted when Jin-hyung touch his butt?
Taehyung: Jin-hyung messed around with Jungkook during the pre-recording? 

Correct answer: During the performance, Jin-hyung messed around with Jungkook and both got scolded

Seokjin: Ah… Yeah
MC: You don’t remember it at all.
Jimin, Taehyung: I do remember.
MC: How was the situation like?
Jimin: I scolded them.
MC: Jimin-ssi scolded them? For messing around?
Jimin: They kept hitting each other… I told them to stop..
MC: That’s really cool.

4. Q: What’s the first thing Jungkook do after waking up in the morning? (60,000 points)

Hoseok: Hope! Going to the bathroom
Jimin: Opening the fridge
Seokjin: Drinking water
Jimin: Getting off the bed
Yoongi: Honestly…
Namjoon: (Doing the) laundry
Hoseok: (making stretching sound)
Taehyung: Corn Frost (cereal)
Hoseok: Thinking about ARMY?
Seokjin: Drinking milk
Jimin: It’s a thing he really does.
MC: What is it?
Jimin: Opening the fridge. It’s true. I see him do that everyday.
Yoongi: First thing after waking up, going back to sleep.

Correct answer: Finding something to eat

(giving out the Jungkook Master award)

Taehyung: I present this certificate to Jimin for his vast knowledge of Jungkook.
MC: Jimin-ssi, please tell us how you feel.
Jimin: Jungkook-ssi, please look after me in the future as well.
MC: Jungkook-ssi, Jimin-ssi won 1st place.
Jungkook: Jimin-hyung really knows me well. And I want to say thank you to our ARMYs for answering many questions too.

© mondomizel1

1. stop comparing yourself to other people. embrace your differences. remember what you have to offer the world. make lists of your good traits. forget what other people can do better and remember what you do good.


2. tell your friends you love and appreciate them more. thank them for listening. thank them for being them. forgive them faster and stop letting petty things get in between your friendships.

3. stop going back to the ex who screwed you over. be friends if you want, but remember they don’t even deserve your friendship. remember you cannot be fixed by the one who broke you.

4. let go of the people who are bringing you down. if a relationship brings you more pain than joy, it’s a toxic relationship. stop putting effort into people who refuse to meet you half way.

5. compliment yourself at least one time every day. try to compliment others every day as well.

6. get serious about your health. eat wheat bread and less sugar. exercise, even if it’s just walking. don’t do this for a flat stomach; do it because it’s good for your health.

7. take care of your mental health. surround yourself with people who make the negative thoughts in your head shut off. ask for help. see a therapist if you need one. take your pills as prescribed.

8. stop letting little things bother you. ask yourself if you’re really going to care about it in five years, and if the answer is no, let go of it. stop wasting time feeling sorry for yourself. sometimes you can’t help but to get upset over things, but when you do, do everything in your power to try to cheer yourself up.

9. use the internet less. read more books. spend more time with your family. spend more time being present and looking people in the eye. look up and appreciate the beauty around you.

10. drink less alcohol. do things with people that doesn’t involve drinking. discover how to have fun sober.

11. start the career you actually want. switch majors, even if you will end up spending more time in school. go back to college if you’re not in it and you want a profession you have to go to college for. i know it’s expensive but the rest of your life is worth it.

12. stop watching life pass you by. learn to say yes and learn to say no. learn to make decisions for yourself. learn to say “i am unhappy where i am so i am changing it.” make the first move. take charge of your life.

13. save more money for things you really want, whether it be a vacation or a new pair of shoes. stop blowing money on things you don’t need. pay your bills on time and avoid the late fees.

14. appreciate the good things in your life. eliminate negative self talk (or at least try to). think about three good things in your life every morning before you get out of bed. stop dwelling on the bad.

15. give your all in everything you do. don’t settle for mediocrity. work every day to be a better person than you were the day before.

—  fifteen new years resolutions you can keep
That’s the problem. You like me, but I love you. And I wanna be with somebody who thinks about me the first thing in the morning and the last thing in night.
—  Spencer, Pretty Little Liars
All Sweaty

Originally posted by soluscheese

Pairing: Dean x plus sized!Reader, Sam x friend!plus sized!Reader
Word count: 1,102
Warnings: Swearing, low self-esteem

Part 2 of Fat and Beautiful


“Why can’t you be both?” He asked you. “Just because you’ve gained some weight doesn’t mean you aren’t beautiful. Who says you can’t be fat and beautiful? Fat isn’t a bad word, Y/N. Not at all.”

You wrapped your arms around him. “Maybe. It’ll take more than just that to feel okay, though. I think I’m going to move back in my old room for a few days. I can’t take sleeping next to him in next to nothing and him not touching me.”

Sam nodded. “Anything you need, sweetheart.”

You cried yourself to sleep in Sam’s arms, and he made sure you were really out before slipping from your arms. After he covered you up, he went to find his brother. He couldn’t stand to see you hurting, and he knew that Dean wasn’t doing this on purpose. Running his hand through his hair, he quietly shut the door. His shirt had a wet spot on it, but he didn’t care about that right now.

Sam found Dean in the library, feet up on the table, leaning back in his chair. The laptop was open on his lap, but from where Sam was, he couldn’t see what his brother was watching. Dean spotted Sam from over the back and shut the top, putting his feet down. “So?” He asked, looking worried.

Sitting, Sam shook his head. “She feels like shit, Dean.” He told him honestly. “Says she doesn’t think you’re attracted to her anymore.” Dean stared at him, confused. “I’m not gonna sit here and tell you word for word what she said, I’m not gonna tell you to go wake her up, but I will tell you that it’s bad enough that she’s moving out of your room for a few days.”

“What?” Dean felt like he was punched in the gut. “Why?”

“Why don’t you let her talk to you?” Sam suggested. “Or maybe think about how you’ve made her feel unattractive.” He added before getting up to get himself a cup of coffee, leaving Dean to think things over.

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The first time I saw her…
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the tics, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips..
Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or fucking talking to her…
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times if it was Wednesday.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely locked the door eighteen times.
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked
when she talked;
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off.
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
Some mornings I’d start kissing her goodbye but she’d just leave cause I was
just making her late for work…
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking…
When she said she loved me her mouth was a straight line.
She told me that I was taking up too much of her time.
Last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place.
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but…
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touched her?
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.
I can’t – I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars…
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel..
How she turns shower knobs like she’s opening a safe.
How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out…
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once — he doesn’t care if it’s perfect!
I want her back so bad…
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.
—  OCD - Neil Hilborn

anonymous asked:

Idk if anyone had said this yet (literally just woke up and saw the cover) but the very first thing it made me think of was "red sky at night, sailors delight. red sky in morning, sailors take warning." Lots of my extended family sail and that's a super common phrase about what to expect in terms of how rough the weather will be. (Also *cough* nautical imagery *cough*)

When someone asked me if it was morning or night that was actually the first thing I thought of too. Not sure if it’s related, but I definitely thought of it. And we know they love a good nautical reference…..

So! I hit 1k followers (DAFUQ?!) & I figured, since I’m going to be leaving soon, that I should do a follow forever (because everyone does one at one point or another lmao) These are pretty self explanatory, so let’s just get to it before I die from this sriracha cabbage… 


Honorable Babes ♡

@apollonic {Sophie}

So you know I had to start this out with you, right? You are one of the most kind hearted, humble people I know. You have a diamond heart and I 100% mean this when I say there were some days I didn’t even want to get out of bed and you gave me the inspiration to take on the day. You already know how much you mean to me, even when we don’t talk for weeks or even when I suck at replying, I know I’ll always be somewhere in your heart, and you in mine. Thank you for being such a good friend. Oh, and by the way… your fashion is A1 and you make me feel like a total shrimp in comparison. I love it!

@archistratego {Eliot}

Heyyyy Eliot. ( / ; u;)/ ~♡ So I’ll try not to be a marshmallow for once and actually be serious. You and I have not known each other for long, but you’ve already become someone very important to me. I think we talk every day now? I know this because every day now I get this stupid smile on my face from your beaming optimism even when you yourself are feeling down. You are a knight if I’ve ever seen one, and are more talented than you will ever realize. Please be good to yourself; ily!

@auroremus {Bruna}

Girl.. ewe So you know… I had to get payback for that cuteness you displayed on your FF, right?? Can we all just take a moment to appreciate this cute being for a moment?? Okay. As you said, you and I don’t know eachother well, but you are honestly so fun to talk to. Some of the things you say has me cracking up, and I must say, thank you for putting up with my shitty communication skills. Also, your ambition is something I could only dream of acquiring. 

@dreadwvlf {Tallie}

Ahem.. I just want to say… Jimin is still  the ultimate bias wrecker. DON’T KILL ME!! Taeyang is great, BUT… dat Park Chimchim doe… (~e we)~ You and I hold the record for longest period of time talking about the same thing (…3 months..) OKAY, it might be because I’m retarded when it comes to responding on tumblr BUT, you were one of the first people I started talking to on here, and you love Kpop? Girl. GIRL. You are and forever will be my aegyo queen, and we shall bond over the untimely death of T.O.P’s wonderful hair (because you know they shaved that shit) 

@keries {Sierra}

My love, it goes without saying that you are the most important person to me. It’s kind of crazy. You’ve somehow found a way to enchant me, to pull my cold little heart out of it’s year long hiatus and now it can’t let go. You are perfection to me, and you make up for all my painfully obvious short comings. Every day I feel so lucky to have found you, and while I’m gone, you will be the first thing I think about in the mornings and the last thing I think about before bed. You are my wings as I am your anchor. Thank you for putting up with me. I love you. ♡♡

@opalynch {Ailen}

My little Maebear.. Do I even need to type this?? It’s so obvious that you are so so so so special to me. Like, I can’t even put it into words. I still to this day have no idea how we got talking, but it was one of the best decisions I’ve made on this tragic site. No one can take your place, and you have a permanent spot in my heart. You are so incredibly cute and ugh, such an angel. Where have you been all my life?!

@papakoscheis {Sara}

Sawa! (Okay I know what you’re thinking… can I NOT be a fucking marshmallow for one second?! The answer is.. no.) Okay so confession time. I kind of high-key stalked you for like a week before you followed me. I mean I’m going to act like I NEVER said that, but it’s the truth. Your whole existence is my aesthetic and you are so eclectic and unique, not to mention so damn smart. You’re going to go far in life and I’m going to ride those damn coat tails to victory!!! There’s nothing you can do to stop me! c:<

@tragicpatroclus {Daisy}

Okay… so… confession time again… You were the first person I ever talked to on this (still tragic) site. You are my first friend here! You took my tumblr virginity! I didn’t even get dinner out of the deal but hey, I’m… totally.. fine with that. Dates are overrated anyway.. >_> Seriously though.. where’s my dinner?! You are legitimately the smartest person I’ve met here. I’m not even kidding. You and I can seemingly talk about anything. I love it! Thank you so much for putting up with my shitty schedule and equally shitty social skills (I’m starting to see a trend here) you too have a place in my heart and I know you’ll soar like a wonderful eagle. Or Pegasus. I mean, your choice. c:

@virtuestars {Luna}

Last but not least! Okay so since I’m prone to going on and on and on, I’m going to try to sum this up in a paragraph. YOU ARE AMAZING! You and I met at a very trying time in my life, and talking to you really improved me. We can always procrastinate together and holy shit, I’m so excited for you to be studying abroad! We will totally have to go out and party sometime. I probably have to most in common with you out of anyone on this post and just knowing I can trust you with my thoughts, any of them, makes me feel so secure in our friendship and I hope and pray you feel the same. Love you!


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Thank you so much to everyone on this list for being my friends, my inspirations, and having such wonderful content for me to oogle at all day! I will miss you all so dearly.  ♥

“But, Gena! Many people push their introverted children toward being more outgoing, and many parents worry when their children are socially awkward and have difficulty navigating social situations!”

Yeah, but most don’t interpret introversion and a reserved personality as sole indicator of being ill-adjusted after trauma and through mental illness, even after the child finds their social footing and settles comfortably into a handful of close relationships, to the point that the extraversion in their other children is taken as sole indication those children are well-adjusted and coping effectively with their trauma and mental illnesses—even after plain prior indication that this assumption isn’t true.

Kal always acts as if his most introverted child Ordo needs the most support, and his most extraverted child Mereel needs the least, purely on the basis of that personality point alone. Mereel nearly suffers a visible break right in front of Kal. Jaing, also an extravert, becomes intensely emotionally attached to his gloves made of the skin of his abuser. Yet, Kal continues to not worry about their coping mechanisms or about how they’re adjusting. This isn’t to say Ordo doesn’t struggle with his trauma and mental illness, that Ordo doesn’t need support, or that Ordo is perfectly perfectly well-adjusted. It’s to say that Kal, despite raising these children and acknowledging they are traumatized and mentally ill, continues to judge their need for support and their ability to cope on surface level judgements of how they present themselves.

It just speaks that Kal isn’t truly concerned with the Nulls’ psychological and emotional well-being nor truly concerned that they cope in healthy ways. He’s only concerned that they present as coping, mentally healthy individuals, despite whatever is going on at a deeper level. He only cares that they conform to his idea of how young men should present. All charisma and bright smiles and easy sociability—without even getting into Kal’s expectations that they should be living fast and loose. He worries about Ordo because Ordo doesn’t have these qualities, because Ordo doesn’t conform to his expectations, and has no interest in living like that, and Kal explains this divergence with Ordo’s trauma and mental illness, making no allowances for Ordo may simply be a more reserved and shyer person than his siblings. Because, in the end, in every aspect of their lives, Kal only cares that his children cater to his expectations of them and that they be and do exactly as he wants.

Brendon Urie x Reader : Periscope Predicament

A/N: Sorry! I always try to keep all my fics gender neutral but this one was particularly tricky to do. This one is set for a female reader, my apologies! If any of them are not x gender neutral reader fics, I will be sure to add an author’s note at the top! I’m so sorry guys! Anyways, enjoy reading… This was a fun one to do. :) This one is a bit lengthy too, sorry. But it’s a fun one with a longer plot/story. It involves all of Panic!, which means Dallon, Kenny, Dan, and Zach too. I hope you guys like it! (also a reminder that I am taking requests, it would help with my writer’s block, so feel free to message me pls)

You walked into the room, smiling and happy, until Brendon’s eyes met yours. You immediately caught something was wrong. “I’m ‘scopin,” he announced. You caught the cue and left the room, sighing in defeat and walking down the hallway when Dallon stopped you.

“Hey,” he greeted with a grin.

“Hi Dallon,” you gave a half smile.

“Why so low, y/n?” he wondered, concerned.

“Brendon’s periscoping again,” you groaned. You had been dating the singer for going on two months now, and the only people who knew were the other band members, the security, crew, and Brendon himself. He had told you he wanted to keep it private, not tell the fans and the public until it was the right time, and you agreed with him hesitantly. I mean, there was nothing you were ashamed of and you loved Brendon with all your heart. You wouldn’t care if people hated you or the relationship was ridiculed. You had been together for two months now, and it was actually a miracle nobody found out. The rules were strict but simple. You couldn’t show displays of affection while in public settings, no social media interaction with both of you at the same time, and deny every question someone would ask. It was hard to do. At first, you thought maybe it was because Brendon didn’t love you. You thought maybe he was afraid of telling people you were his girlfriend, embarrassed to be around you, that he didn’t want anyone to think he actually liked you. But the more time you spent with Brendon, you realized that it wasn’t the case at all. He did truly love you and he thought you were beautiful, and he was proud as could be. He just didn’t want you to get hurt. He wanted to protect you, and he couldn’t bear the thought of someone hating on you or saying mean things. He didn’t want you to be just another girl. He wanted you to be his girl.

“You’ve been together for two whole months,” Dallon argued. “He should introduce you already!”

“I know,” you sighed. “But Brendon’s not ready.”

“Will he ever be?” Dallon threw his hands up in the air angrily. “This has been going on forever. He’s being a diva! He needs to grow a pair and stop hogging you all to himself! You think Breezy and I just stayed in the shadows constantly? Huh? No! We had to go through the same things every other couple does! If Brendon thinks he can just escape it, he’s damn wrong. Okay? It’s not something you mess around with. If he’s serious about the relationship, he needs to man up and tell people about it. Because as soon as the press and the paparazzi even notice you and him together, believe me, the rumors they’re going to create will become your worst nightmare. So come clean now or prepare yourselves for a major curveball. I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long.” You stood there, speechless at Dallon’s words, not knowing how agitated he was with the entire situation. Though the more you thought about it, you kind of felt the same way too. This was getting ridiculous. Brendon needed to tell people. You had waited long enough.

You nodded your head slowly and then looked up at Dallon. “You’re right,” you agreed. “Can you talk to him for me?”

“I will,” Dallon reassured. “Sorry for getting so heated, I just… That really needed to be said.”

“Yeah, I get you,” you understood. “Thanks, Dallon.”

“No problem, y/n. Get some sleep, it’s kind of late. I’ll be sure to tell Brendon you’re already on the bus, okay?” he decided.

“Yeah,” you replied. You walked to the tour bus and went to your bunk, sliding under the sheets and dozing off to sleep.

The next morning you woke up and saw Brendon on his Twitter, scrolling through his timeline. “Hey,” he mumbled.

“Hi babe,” you greeted, giving him a kiss on the cheek. You caught him frowning. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he shook his head. “It’s nothing, I’m fine.”

You stared at the bowl of cereal in front of him, untouched. “You haven’t even started eating yet,” you murmured, stirring around the spoon. “Come on, honey. You got to eat something.”

“I already fucking told you y/n, I’m fine!” he slammed his fists on the table, making you jump. You’ve never seen him so angry.

“I’m um, I’m sorry…” you stammered, nervous and afraid.

Brendon took a deep breath and then shook his head. “Look, I’m sorry,” he sighed, his voice softer. “I’m sorry. I just, I’m sorry.”

“What’s wrong Brendon?” you asked, cupping his cheek with your hand. “Look at me.”

“I just need some alone time,” he grumbled, pushing out his seat and grabbing his phone, walking off of the bus.

You bit down on your lower lip, just now noticing that Kenny was sitting across from you both, speechless and shocked. “What’s up with Brendon?” you whispered.

“Nothing,” Kenny shook his head.

“Don’t tell me it’s nothing,” you glared, taking a seat by Kenny.

“You really want to know, y/n?” Kenny raised an eyebrow.

“I need to know,” you dug your fingernails into the edge of the table. “It’s driving me insane.”

“I don’t think I should tell you,” Kenny mumbled. “I don’t think Dallon or Brendon would like it.”

“Please, just tell me,” you begged. “Come on.”

“Okay, okay,” Kenny sighed. “Brendon was periscoping last night and Dallon walked in really angry and told Brendon to get off the damn phone and said he needed to talk to him.”

“What?” your eyes grew wide.

“There’s more,” Kenny added. “So Brendon was confused and Dallon kept yelling at him and so Brendon disconnected the Periscope and the fans started getting really wild. They already knew Dallon was angry at Brendon and so they’ve been coming up with all these rumors.”

“Rumors?” you narrowed your eyes.

“Yeah,” Kenny drew in a sharp breath. “They think Brendon’s getting a new bass player and firing Dallon and that he never told Dallon and Dallon just found out on his own. Another one says that Brendon had a one night stand with Dallon’s wife, Breezy. Another one says that Brallon is a real ship and that they’re breaking up. There’s a lot of ridiculous rumors. Brendon and Dallon are trying to let them die down before they release anything on it, but they’re really nervous for the meet and greets and the show tonight. The entire fan base is going insane. They’re demanding answers.”

“This is terrible,” you hid your face in your hands.

“There’s even been a trending hashtag since last night, #BrendonsPeriscopePredicament or something like that,” he groaned. “It’s terrible. We’ve been told to stay in the bus for the morning until the crew tries to sort it all out. It’s just rumors, but what happened on the Periscope can’t be denied. It’s on YouTube too.”

“Oh Kenny,” you closed your eyes tight. “This is all my fault.”

“It’s not,” he reassured. “Dallon just got a little too angry and Brendon overreacted. The fans are just a blowing things out of proportion. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”

“I just feel awful,” you complained. “I feel so guilty.”

“Don’t,” Kenny put a hand on your shoulder. “Trust me, this isn’t your fault.”

“But poor Dallon, everyone must think he’s lost his job. And they’re misjudging Brendon, he doesn’t deserve that reputation, both of them don’t,” you ran a hand through your hair, trying to think of something to do, how to help, or just to make it stop.

“Calm down y/n. We’ll get it all solved,” Kenny promised.

They did their meet and greet and nothing went wrong. It seemed as if the fans had enough dignity and respect as to not mention the problem. During the show, everything went smoothly, and it was as if nothing had happened. However, Brendon and Dallon both avoided you all day long, and so that’s how you found yourself in your bunk, sobbing into your pillow, thinking everything was your fault. There was a knock on the door, and you gave a muffled, “Come in.”

“Hey, you okay y/n?” a voice asked.

You lifted your head from the pillow, a tear stained face looking at Dan, the band’s drummer. You groaned and then sunk your face into the pillow again. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled. “This is all because of me.”

“No, it’s not,” Dan sighed. He sat down on the edge of the bunk, flicking your ear and making you glare at him. He smiled. “There she is.”

“I just don’t know how to fix it,” you wiped away your tears, pulling your legs up and hugging them near your chest, as if you were curled up in a ball.

“You don’t need to,” he reassured. “It will die down eventually.”

“I don’t know, Dan. This is different,” you sniffled. “I just feel like I’m the reason Brendon has to lie to his fans.”

“He’s not lying, he’s just not telling them,” Dan explained.

“That’s kind of lying,” you shrugged.

“Look, you don’t need to throw a pity party. You’re better than that. This isn’t you fault, so wipe off your tears and cross the damn bridge already. Okay?” Dan crossed his arms. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I don’t need three silent treatments. Two is plenty.”

“Okay,” you giggled, wiping away your tears. “I’m sorry, I was probably being ridiculous anyways.”

“You’re fine,” he shook his head. “It’s Brendon and Dallon that I’m worried about.”

“What do you suppose?” you wondered.

“What do I think?” Dan asked. You nodded. “I think it’s time Brendon just tells everyone what he’s been hiding.”

That night, Dan suggested that you talk to Zach, who managed most things within the band. You were hesitant at first, but after a small discussion and a quick hug, it was decided that you would talk to Dallon and apologize first thing tomorrow morning, working things out with him, and then meet Brendon and have a discussion with him too. But for now, Zach advised that it was best for you to get some sleep, and then approach the situation tomorrow morning. The next day, you had figured out that Dallon had escaped to some coffee shop, so a call was necessary, but Brendon was just roaming around the bus, probably still grumpy. It was important you talked to Brendon face to face, in person, and a serious discussion. However, you assumed Dallon would understand the circumstances, and you wanted to get this done as soon as possible. You pulled out your phone, took a deep breath, and then searched in your contacts for Dallon’s number, saying a silent prayer in your head as the phone rang. It didn’t take long before he picked up. “Hey,” the voice spoke.

“Hi Dallon,” you cleared your throat. “It’s um, it’s me. Y/n.”

“Oh,” he mumbled. An awkward silence filled the void of the phone call.

“Look, I’m calling to say that I’m sorry. All this chaos and confusion, it was unnecessary and stupid. Brendon and I should’ve just told everyone from the beginning and left it at that. We never meant for all these rumors and speculation. It’s already died down mostly, so you shouldn’t have to worry. I’ve talked with Kenny, Dan, and Zach, and they’ve all said that it’s about time Brendon and I make the announcement and settle things. I’m sorry you got angry over it, and I’m sorry Brendon overreacted, and I’m sorry the fans made all those rumors,” you explained. “I never meant for any of this.”

“I know you didn’t,” Dallon replied. “I just think Brendon made a bad decision and he’s still stalling after all this time.”

“What did you say to him?” you asked cautiously.

“I was just really mad, and I shouldn’t have yelled at him on the Periscope like that. I’m sorry. I get why the fans were like that,” Dallon sighed. “I calmed down and I told Brendon he had to make a choice and tell people you guys were together or accept the fact that one day you’re eventually going to get found out. I tried telling him what I told you. He wouldn’t hear it though. He’s stubborn.”

“Of course he is,” you chuckled. Dallon gave a soft laugh, and you relaxed, instantly knowing he was okay.

“I just think it’s all a bunch of drama. Brendon needs to learn to fix his mistakes,” Dallon admitted. “Because it’s now or never.”

“I’m going to talk to him soon. Anything you want me to say?” you inquired.

“Let him know that I’m not angry at him, and that I’ve tried to talk to him, but he always walks away,” Dallon told you. “And please tell him that when he’s ready, I’m here to talk.”

“Thanks Dallon,” you smiled.

“If you ever need anything, I’m here for you y/n. You’re a sweetheart,” he answered. “I’m glad Brendon found someone like you.”

“I’m glad too,” you whispered.

“See you later,” Dallon laughed. You hung up the call and then decided to go find Brendon. It was about time you two worked things out. You walked around the bus and finally went outside, finding him smoking a joint and leaning against the bumper.

“Hey, Brendon?” you got closer and he turned his head towards you, taking off his sunglasses and sighing.

“Hi y/n. Can we talk some other time?” he asked, blowing a puff of smoke and leaning back against the bus again.

“No, we should talk now,” you insisted, sitting next to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Okay,” he took a deep breath and then another long drag, and looked at you. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you shook your head. “This was all ridiculous.”

“No, don’t tell me not to be sorry. I am. I was stupid, and Dallon’s right, and I should’ve just told them from the beginning. It shouldn’t have turned into something like this,” Brendon sighed. “I feel like sometimes I don’t think when I make decisions.”

“Don’t say that,” you gave him a quick hug. “I love you so much, and you didn’t do anything wrong. We all make mistakes.”

“I know,” he nodded, taking another long drag. “But lately I’ve been making a lot of them.”

You stared into his eyes for a second, and then smiled, kissing him softly and pulling back, a grin on your face. “Does that help?” you wondered.

“Yeah,” Brendon laughed. “It does.”

“So when are you going to tell them?” you asked.

“Well…” Brendon put out his joint and took his phone out of his pocket, opening up his Twitter and showing you something he had tweeted not too long ago.

“Dear fans,” you read aloud. “Please stay alert for an upcoming Periscope. :) There’s something important I need to tell you all.”

“What do you think?” he inquired.

“Well let’s see what they think,” you scrolled down on the comments, saying them out loud. “Beebo marry me, you’re my daddy, Ryden is real, why did Brallon break up, who leaked Bohemian Rhapsody, who wrote the milk fic, give us Pirate’s Booty… It’s all just a bunch of bullshit.”

“It’s not bullshit,” Brendon glared and then snatched his phone. “It’s inside jokes.”

“What?” you wondered.

“My fans and I are like best friends,” he explained. “The stuff you just read might not make sense to you, but it makes sense to me. It makes me smile, makes me laugh, it’s special.”

“Are you choosing your fans over me?” you inquired, and Brendon chuckled.

“No,” he laughed. “I’m just defending them. Because what they say might sound dumb or stupid or nonsensical to others, but it makes me happy. Because just like me, they’re a little crazy too.”

“I love you Brendon,” you sighed, leaning on him.

“I love you too y/n,” he replied, giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“So when’s the periscope?” you raised an eyebrow.

“This evening,” he answered. “And I need you to be there.”

“I will,” you reassured. “Trust me.”

That evening you tried to look your best. Not so much as for Brendon, but for his fans. You knew how much this meant to Brendon, because his fans are his everything, and he loved them almost as much as he loved you. You hoped everything would go okay. After all, you had messed things up once, and you didn’t plan on doing it again. You found Brendon in the dressing room, smiling and patting down the seat next to him. “This spot is reserved for a very lucky lady by the name of y/n. You happen to know her?” he joked.

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Where’s Dallon? Isn’t he supposed to be here?”

“I’m over here,” Dallon announced, signing posters on a table beside Brendon.

“Sorry, didn’t see you there,” you cringed.

“It’s fine,” Dallon laughed.

“Well here goes nothing,” Brendon grinned. He lifted up his phone and began the Periscope, tweeting it out to his followers, and waiting for the connection to begin. All of a sudden, his face took up the screen, and you smiled knowing there were already 4k people watching. He scrolled through the chat for a little bit, seeing all the anxious fans and how excited they were to find out the suprise. When it reached about 4.8k he started talking. “Okay guys, you all know me, Brendon. Today I have a little announcement to make, but before that, I better clear some things up.”

“Yeah!” Dallon chimed in, leaning on Brendon’s shoulder and putting his face on the screen. “Sorry to burst your bubble guys, but I’m not getting fired.”

“Nope,” Brendon shook his head. “I love that buddy way too much to let go of him. Dallon’s staying for a while guys.” He chuckled as he read a couple comments in the chat and then shook his head. “But I want you all to meet someone else that I love. I wish I would’ve told you all sooner, but I was an asshole and decided to be jealous and keep her to myself.” He stifled a laugh. “I’ve been dating a very special girl for a long time now, about two months, and I think it’s time that you guys meet her. Her name is y/n and she means the world to me, so please be nice.”

“She’s a sweetheart,” Dallon added. Brendon smiled at the responses on the chat and then turned the camera to you. Nervous at first, you gave a hesitant wave, but as soon as you read the couple compliments on the screen, your face brightened up into a huge smile.

“Hi guys,” you giggled. “I’m y/n.”

Brendon moved the screen so that both of you were in the picture, and then began to read the comments aloud. “She’s really pretty? Yeah, I know she is. You like her outfit? I bought it for her, that’s why. I like buying her things. I think it makes me happier than it makes her though,” Brendon teased. “How did we meet? At a concert. How’s Penny and Bogart doing? They’re fine. They’re doing good.”

“They’re really sweet,” you whispered in his ear.

He looked at the screen in silence, smiling at all the questions and the compliments directed towards the two of you, and then he looked at you. “See? Nothing to worry about. They love you already,” Brendon announced.

“I love you guys too,” you replied. The chat started going pretty fast, and Brendon decided it was going to quick to read any comments, so he decided to talk about the whole Dallon incident and clear that up. Then he talked about tour, how things were going, and then somehow turned the conversation back towards you again. You answered questions about your favorite color, food, music, and other things, and then Zach came in and told Brendon it was time for the meet and greet.

“I’ll see you all later. And don’t worry, I’m sure y/n will be around for a very long time. You’ll be able to get to know her better too,” Brendon reassured. “See ya. Stay safe, stay happy, you guys are the greatest.”

He disconnected and then put the phone in his pocket, letting out a heavy sigh. “I’m so glad that went well,” you grinned.

“I’m so glad I found you,” he responded. He kissed you on the lips and then pulled away, closing his eyes shut for a moment. “I wouldn’t trade you for anything in the world.”

“Okay, okay, that’s really sweet but we got to move guys,” Zach groaned. “We only have half an hour to make it to the meet and greet.”

“Sorry,” you and Brendon chuckled as you raced out the door. Brendon held your hand, squeezing it softly as you guys walked to the parking lot. Sure, dating Brendon was sometimes problematic, but it did come with it’s perks. Much less, Brendon was the sweetest boy in the world. Even though he was sometimes stubborn, egotistical, a bit thick headed, and a massive diva, you loved him so much and he made you the happiest girl in the entire world. You wouldn’t want to fall in love with anyone else. Brendon Urie was your perfect match, and you planned on staying with him for a very long time, no matter how many hashtags, Periscopes, or crazy fans would get in your way.

love.exe | ch 5

Originally posted by beautifulshuas

chapters:  1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5

summary: you don’t know what’s wrong, and jun isn’t the same. he wishes he was human, and you wish you knew. but everything gets better eventually, and he feels whole again. wonwoo needs help.

characters: android!jun/female reader, members of svt, members of pristin

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

word count: 3.0k

a/n: soooo here’s what happens from ur pov. also more angst cause i like torturing yall n it was too much fluff in this story already also im trying to rewire nayoung’s character bc i feel like shes too ooc forgive me ill do it subtly

also i was trying to get this out sooner but i ended up getting headaches and feeling like crap for the last few days so i apologize for that

warnings: cursing, unedited sorry abt mistakes, ya just cursing

Shutting the front door behind you, you walked towards Wonwoo, who was waiting outside his own door.

“Yo.” He greeted, dark sweatshirt still pulled over his tall frame.

“You said you had something to show me?” you asked, looking around for something he might’ve been holding.

He shook his head, grinning bashfully. “Lied about that, sorry. Just wanted to get you out here. Wanted to talk for a little bit.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Okay.”

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Love Triumphs Part 25: Heading Home

Jared Padalecki x reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: AU (I love Gen, and love her with Jared.) Jared and Gen have split up, but are still friendly. You, the Reader have recently started acting on Supernatural, and have fallen in love with Jared. Both of you get hate due to the fact that you are much younger than he is.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

The next morning you woke in the hotel just as dawn’s light started shining through the curtains. Shuffling in bed, you tried to get closer to the comfort of Jared’s body, not quite ready to pull away from your warm bed just yet. Reaching over, you found it cold, and you realized that Jared had been gone from bed for quite some time.

Yawning, you sat up, rubbing your eyes as you glanced around the room, searching for the tall, lanky figure that you yearned for. It was at the couch, in the corner you spotted him, as he whispered to his phone. Standing up, you made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

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