this better be true i swear to god

There’s nothing confirmed on this but basically what it says is that:

Samuel allegedly gets bullied in school which includes some of his classmates pushing him around and once when he was carrying some books down the stairs a group of boys came and said ‘woah its Punch’ and hit the books off him and also hitting him. When Samuel used to be absent due to his 1Punch schedules and the teacher would ask where he was during registration (roll call) they’d shout out that he quit school cuz they didn’t want to see him. Plus, they would play his VApp lives and MV’s at school and mock him by mimicking him. Recently they would play his introduction video for Produce 101 and also mock him with that. But Samuel being the angel that he is doesn’t argue back so they presume hes kinda dumb or they thinks that Samuel thinks he’s being trendy. 

I swear to God if any of this shit turns out to be true these people better be ready to catch these hands cuz I’ll be ready to fight these ugly hoes who thinks its ok to bother/ bully Samuel who hasn’t done shit except work hard. It reminds me of when Taemin used to get bullied as well ughghghghh everyones salty hes gonna get famous. Bye 


Request from my fave @i-am-the-luna for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#10 - “I’m gonna kill him!”

#58 - “Well this is a nice change of scenery.” “____, we’re in a prison cell.” “I was being sarcastic.”

Originally posted by hunnamsource

You pace the cage, Jax sitting calmly on the bench, an amused smile on his face as he watches you.

See, today had started out wonderful. So wonderful in fact, that you decided to head to the clubhouse with Jax and see if Gemma needed any help at TM.

Long story short, some bitch had come in to get her car serviced, though you were pretty sure she was just there to drool and flirt with Jax. You’d obviously not taken to that kindly, and when said bitch started to run her mouth, you’d punched her straight in the face.

She called the cops, one of the officers grabbed you a little too roughly for Jax’s liking, which then led to him punching said officer in the face - you and Jax both having the same low tolerance for bullshit - and now the two of you were being held hostage in a fucking cell. Great.

“Well this is a nice change of scenery.” Jax breaks the silence, you stopping your pacing to glare at your cellmate. He swipes his tongue over his lower lip, a teasing look on his face.

“Jax, we’re in a prison cell.” you deadpan, holding your arms up around you to gesture to your current surroundings. He smirks at you, rolling his eyes, his hands coming to rest on his thighs as he pushes himself upwards.

“I was being sarcastic.” You raise your eyebrows, his laid back exterior slowly cracking through your stressed one, a smile making its way onto your face. He reaches you, pulling you by the belt loops until you’re right in front of him, your palms resting on his chest.

“I’m sure after the second or third time of being locked up, I’ll be calmer.” you jest, Jax’s arms slipping around your waist and resting on your ass in a protective way. “Just let me freak out for my first time.”

He hums, leaning down to share a gentle kiss, your eyes slipping shut he does so. Once he pulls away, he moves his hands to your waist, squeezing comfortingly. “My apologies, babe. I sometimes forget what a good girl you are.”

“Damn, I bet she is.” you jump at the sound of company, Jax moving you aside and going closer to the bars, the police officer from earlier on the other side, a painful bruise forming on his cheekbone.

“What did you say?” Jax spits, his figure tall as he stares down the officer. The man just smirks, his eyes moving to you as they trail up and down your body, your skin crawling as he does so. Creep.

“I bet she’s really good with orders, hm? You know what they say, a lady in the streets is a freak in the sheets.” You scoff in disgust, knowing this man is just trying to push Jax’s buttons, and he’s definitely going to succeed. “Bet she’s real good with her tongue.”

“You better shut the fuck up before I reach through these bars and shove my fist down your throat.” Jax growls, his tone overflowing with venom. You rub your hand up and down his back soothingly, trying to calm him down.

“Bet she’s nice and tight, wet too. That true, sweetheart?” you scoff in disgust, feeling Jax shaking out of anger. He grabs at the bars, the officer flinching as Jax yanks at the metal, anger radiating off him in huge waves.

“I swear to god, I’m gonna slit your goddamn throat, remember that.” The look of terror on the man’s face is hilarious, and you’d laugh if the tensions weren’t so high.

“We alright here, gentleman?” you breathe a sigh of relief when Unser interrupts, a set of keys in his hand. His officer coughs nervously, before scampering out of sight.

After Unser cuts you two loose, the whore intelligently deciding not to press charges and Unser managing to let Jax off with a warning, you wait outside the station for your ride.

“I’m gonna kill him!” Jax yells suddenly, before he takes a drag from his cigarette, the nicotine failing to lower his vexation.

“Hey,” you push off the wall you’re leaning against, moving to stand in front of Jax. “Don’t let him get to you. He just said those things to piss you off.”

He shakes his head in defiance, his lip curling as he replays the confrontation over and over in his mind. There is nothing that gets him angrier than people disrespecting his family, especially you.

“It fucking worked, and once I get my hands on him, he’ll have more than a sore cheek to worry about.” Jax seethes, throwing his cig to the floor. He sits on the wall, pulling you gently to stand in between his legs.

You comb your fingers through his hair, knowing it helps calm him, his eyes slipping shut as you tug softly at his locks. “You’re my girl, (Y/N). I’m always gonna look after you, you know that right?”

You smile warmly at his confession, nodding in confirmation as he looks up at you. “And me, you.”

A/N - I hope you guys liked this! These requests are making it so much easier to write, I like knowing what you guys want to read :) till next time! X


“ […] PEOPLE WHO ARE MEAN TO ANIMALS!!!! The only promise I make in this whole page is this: If I ever see anyone on god’s green earth harm a dog or be mean or unkind to any mammal, I will SEVERELY hurt you, I swear to God, I swear on my computer, on my car, on my fucking LIFE I will hurt you. ”
- Eric Harris


Originally posted by jengkook

Word count: 1820

Warnings: ANGST

Author’s note: I feel like I got a lot to say right now. Sorry about that in advance.

First of all this scenario is inspired by K.A.R.D.’s “Rumor”. At first I didn’t liked that song but I started liking it eventually. And damn this photoshoot gets me everytime. Also I don’t have the feeling I wrote a good Jimin story yet so I hope this will be poppin.

Second thing: I guess you noticed that I am repeating the members now. I mostly pick who I think would fit the role but there hasn’t really been any request regarding a certain group/member. Just to let you know that I am open for any suggestion! If not then I am willing to continue my own comeups ;)

For the third and last thing I just reached 400 followers!! ♥♥♥ For that I wanted to welcome every new companion and of course thank you all :D It is overwhelming to me how this blog grew out of nothing :) I will continue as long as you guys like me to ;) But now we will get going!

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Most recent release: Second chances



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Polly and Jason were in love. Really in love. In fact they were going to elope or something of the sort. But when the Cooper parents found out, they freaked. No daughter of theirs was going to marry a Blossom! So they said Polly was damaged. Broken. And sent her off. Jason somehow got into contact with Polly. They planned her escape and set a rendezvous. Sweetwater River. Other side. Everything was set. But, what they didn’t know was that the Coopers knew about their plan. The Coopers made sure that Polly couldn’t get out. But they couldn’t risk another plan like this. So, Mr. Cooper decided to take matters into his own hands. He went to the rendezvous and killed Jason. I SWEAR TO GOD IF THIS TURNS TO BE TRUE YOU PEOPLE BETTER REMEMBER YOU READ IT HERE FIRST.

Album #1

Album that reminds me of Dark, #1: Panic! at the Disco’s “Vices & Virtues”.

Album Link: (x)

Explanation: So, the first thing that comes to mind for me is the pure ‘aesthetic’ of the album. The classy / pop / sultry sound and poetic lyrics just give me his vibe. (I could on about the strings for ages but I will spear your time.) 

But the style of it all! The way the music flows with such a niche of personality. It’s just so fitting of Dark! You feel like withered black rose petals are left in a trial. You can just feel the darker undertones under the idea of romance.

Lyrical Examples:

1) The Ballad of Mona Lisa (00:00)

“A lonely speaker in a conversation, her words are swimming through his ears again. There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you paid for.” 

– “Say what you mean, tell me I’m right. And let the sun rain down on me. Give me a sign, I want to believe.”

– “He senses something, call it desperation. Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say, she would tell him; but she’d have nothing left to sell him.”

“I’d pay to see you frown.”

2) Let’s Kill Tonight (03:47)

– “If I retreat words, wars, and symphonies. Make room - we’re taking over here. You’re the galantine. Cold and alone - it suits you well. Won’t find me perching here again.”

– “May your feet serve you well, and the rest be sent to Hell! Where they always have belonged.”

– “Cold hearts brew colder songs.”

– “Fate will play us out, with a song of pure romance. Stomp your feet and clap your hands.”

3) Hurricane (07:20)

– “Are you worth your weight in gold? ‘Cause you’re behind my eyelids when I am all alone.”

– “Give me peace. Oh, kiss me!“

– “You’ll dance to anything! You’ll dance to anything!!”

– “Oh, I confess, I confess. In a room where I am blessed.”

– “And I believe that half the time, I am a wolf among the sheep gnawing at the wool over my eyes.”

– “Fix me or just conflict me, 'cause I’ll take anything!”

4) Memories (11:00)

– “When July became December their affection fought the cold. But they couldn’t quite remember what inspired them to go.”

– “And it was beautifully depressing, like a street car named Desire. They were fighting for their love that started growing tired.”

– “Then the smile had finally faded from the apple of their eye.”

5) Trade Mistakes (14:26)

– “Placing a smile at the perfect event gracing your skin with the side of my hand. If I ever leave I could learn to miss you but “Sentimental Boy” is my nom de plume.”

– “Let me save you, hold this rope and I’ll pull you in.”

– “I may never sleep tonight as long as you’re still burning bright. If I could trade mistakes for sheep count me away before you sleep. I’ll stay awake 'til I trade my mistakes or they fade away.”

– “I am an anchor, sinking her.”

6) Ready to Go [Get Me Out of My Mind] (18:02)

– “You’ve got these little things that you’ve been running from. You either love them or I guess you don’t. You’re such a pretty thing, to be running from anyone. A vision with nowhere to go.” 

– “I think I’m ready, I think. I know I’m ready, I know.”

7) Always (21:24)

– “When the world gets too heavy put it on my back, I will be your levy.”

– “I am a fly that is trapped in a web. But I am thinking that my spider’s dead.”

– “Oh, the castle’s under siege but the sign outside says, ‘Leave me alone’.”

8) The Calendar (23:58)

– “Only for you. Only for you.”

– “They said ‘If you don’t let it out you’re gonna let it eat you away’. I’d rather be a cannibal, baby; animals like me don’t talk anyway.”

– “Put another X on the calendar summer’s on its deathbed.”

– “And I meant everything I said that night, I will come back to life. The world may call it a second chance. But when I came back it was more of a relapse.”

9) Sarah Smiles (28:41)

– “I was fine, just a guy living on my own, waiting for the sky to fall. Then you called and changed it all, doll. Velvet lips and the eyes to pull me in, we both know you’d already win. Mm, you’re original sin.”

– “Does she know that my destiny lies with her? Oh, Sarah, are you saving me?”

– “You fooled me once with your eyes now, honey. You fooled me twice with your lies.”

10) Nearly Witches [Ever Since We Met…] (32:14)

Mod: The whole fucking song, just the whole song. I removed most of my choices as it was the entire song. I keep the foremost Dark like.

– “My wing tips waltz across naive wood floors, they creak innocently down the stairs.”

– “My percussive feet serve cobweb headaches.”

– “Here I am composing a burlesque out of where they rest their necks. Sunken in their splintered cradles and ramshackle heads. They asked for it.”

– “You have set your heart on haunting me forever. From the start it’s never silent.”

11) Kaleidoscope Eyes (Apparently, not in this video. So here: x)

– “I am a disappearing act done poorly but if I ever get it right, you will miss me sorely. I look like the cat that just ate the canary, coughing up feathers. There is a “get out of jail” card if I can think of something clever.”

– “I plead the fifth on all of this.”

– “My emerald city, downtown girl. In the sickness of you, I am just a white blood cell fighting like hell for you.”

– “Oh, I am just a crook, with no intent or stash, pour gasoline on the vault just to burn the cash. I swear to God, I would never heard a better sound coming out then when you are whimpering my name from your mouth.”

– “I have got an insatiable desire for your insides. It is undeniable, I will conspire and pull against your body tonight.”

12) Stall Me (39:35)

– “Fall to your knees and kiss the ring.”

– “A dark room in the wallflower garden of the party.”

– “You gave up on you and I gave up on me. Well, LOVE came along and said, “Leave them be”.”

13) Oh Glory [Demo] (39:35)

– “I can only hope it is true enough that every little thing I do for love. Redeems me from the moments I deem worthy of the worst things that I have done.”

– “Everything I promised everyone I would be; well I just ain’t.”

– “Lately it seems like everybody is sick everybody is dying … and only my heart knows my head is lying, lying.”

– “Take a breath to notice I am between every little piece of thread and memories that constitute your dreams.”

14) I Wanna Be Free (42:37)

– “The beat goes dry, and the spirit dies.”

– “Everything seems to be estranged when you’re alone.”

15) Turn Off the Lights (45:19)

– “I got so sick of being on my own now the devil will not leave me alone.”

– “Our consciences are always so much heavier than our egos.”

– “So I’m taking every chance I got, like the man I know I’m not.”

– “I need a little sympathy to disarm my insecurities.”

– “So shoot a star on the boulevard tonight.”

– “Turn off the lights, turn out the lights. Turn on the show for me tonight.”

16) Bittersweet (Nether is this song? Here: x)

– “I’m just setting, I’m just setting a trap.”

– “So many places that you might say I’ve seen it all.”

– “Everything I do is bittersweet. You could tell me secrets that I’ll probably repeat. I’m not trying to hurt you, I just love to speak.”

– “All that hate is gonna burn you up, it keeps me warm at night.”

“It’s such a mystery why you’re here (but I can’t live without you).”

*jake and amy kiss*

me: that is the most perfect kiss i’ve ever seen in my whole life i will never see anything better than this ok there is no media content in the world that can top what seems like the greatest display of affection broadcast on national television, the true epitome of love and tenderness, my favourite thing in the universe… just and simply The Best

*jake and amy kiss again*

me: that is the most perfect kiss i’ve ev

Monotone Hands

Warnings: None. But you’ll drown in the fluff tbh

Word Count: 2,757

Pairing: Phan, as usual.

Summary: (Highschool!Phan)

Phil Lester knew two things:

1) The boy with monotone hands sat next to him in Literature.

2) He was falling in love with the giant dork.

          Monotone hands. Bright face, shrouded by a cloud of smoke and boredom. Dark jumpers and grey jeans. I swear, he’s colorless. The colorless boy sitting next to me in Advanced Literature. The boy who would come in every single day with hands covered in swirls of grays and whites and blacks, and sometimes he would just stare at them for the entire period, and smudge the acrylics with his thumb. As if he wanted them to fade away forever.

I think his name is Dan. At least that what the roll calls him. Well, no, they call him Daniel, but he always corrects it to Dan. Just Dan.

      I’m interested in him. Not necessarily in a romantic perspective, but maybe in a curious way. I wanted to know why he was so grey. I wanted to know why his lips were always chapped, where he got that scar on his knuckle from.

I’m guessing he takes art. He had that kind of look, like he sees the world differently than everyone else. I notice, sometimes, that he doodles. In this little notebook that he slides into a satchel at the end of the hour as chairs squeak on the floor. They’re wonderful, the drawings, little pieces of life on a thick sheet of watercolor paper. People, birds, plants. Little things with big stories.

It was nearing fall, that kind of weather where it was too humid to wear a sweater but too cold to wear a t-shirt, and leaves crunch underneath your feet wherever you go. The bell had already rung, Mrs Whitaker had already started the lesson, and I was worried. No, I was so much more than worried. I was anxious.

Dan never missed a lesson. Never. He was the kind of person that showed up with a canteen of tea and a pack of tissues and worked through the day sick. I could tell, he had done it a lot this year. Maybe he just does it so he can go to Art.

It had already been thirty minutes into the loud period when Dan shuffled into the room, a steaming coffee in one of his hands, a bright orange pass clutched in the other. The class went quiet as he handed Mrs Whitaker the slip and sat down carefully in his assigned seat next to me. The class went back to the previous state of loud laughter and chattering.

I stared at his hands. No paint. No monotone. I furrowed my eyebrows, shortly after thinking a small fuck it, and ripped a piece of paper out of my binder and scribbled a note on it. I let it fall over Dan’s notebook.

He glanced over at me, quirking an eyebrow. I didn’t look back until he read the note and passed it back to me. His handwriting was messy and connected, while mine seemed to be neat. I almost laughed. My handwriting was shit, but I guess it isn’t as slanted as his.

“Why no paint?” I had written, and he responded,

“On my hands? I skipped art. Why do you care?”

“I’ve never seen you without it,”

He ripped up the paper, letting it fall to the far too clean floor.

I didn’t send him any more notes.


      The next day, there was an odd tension in the air between Dan and I. I could tell that he was glancing at me from the corner of my eye. I hope he couldn’t tell I was too. His hands were back to monotone, most of it being grey. My heart panged. I had messed up. The one chance that I had to understand, I blew. Great.

       I sighed at the notes in my binder. There were only a couple messy sentences and scribbles from testing pens. Shit. I had zoned out, and now Mrs Whitaker was talking about some completely different subject, how titles affect the whole story, or something. Perfect.

I pursed my lips and shut my eyes. Either fail the major test about this at the end of the semester, or ask Dan for his notes. I didn’t have any other friends in Advanced Literature-

Dan slid his notebook slightly over to my desk space. I glanced at him. He wasn’t looking at me, Just staring at the front of the classroom. I let out a tiny sigh of relief and started to copy his notes. I wasn’t going to complain, and Dan had obviously slid them over to show me.

His handwriting did suck, though.


      Christmas came and passed, half-term tests were struggled through, and every day in Advanced Literature Dan shared his notes. Even if I didn’t need them, he always made sure to turn his notebook a bit so I could read his slanted, shitty handwriting.

Maybe he thought he was making up for ripping up that note. Maybe he was just being nice. Either way, I was happy for his help. I really was struggling in that class.

But today was different. When he slid his notebook between us, there was a couple words squished in the margin.

Sorry about the note.

I pursed my lips. So that’s what this is about. I reached over and wrote beneath it.

No problem, but you owe me.

As if.


He let out a chuckle, before glancing down at my shirt, and whispering, “You like Muse?”

“Who in their right mind wouldn’t like Muse?” I mumbled back, trying not to get caught by the teacher.

I could’ve sworn that Dan had mumbled, “I’m so glad I tore that note.”


          A couple months later, and Dan and I had been talking every day, and gotten to know each other so well they could recite exactly what the other’s schedule was, who the teacher is, and if they hate the class on a scale from one to ten. I knew that Dan’s favorite color was grey, but he always said red, people wouldn’t look at him odd. I knew that Dan’s favorite jumper was a big black one that covers his hands and nearly falls off of his shoulders. His lips were always chapped because he has a bad habit of biting them, and he got that scar on his knuckle because he broke a glass table as a kid. I knew that he hated the way that his dad would work late and the way that his mother would plaster on a fake smile when she talked to the neighbors. I knew that Dan’s eyes seemed to have a couple specks of gold peeking out of the color of milk chocolate. I knew that he hated the way that his soft brown hair was curly, so he straightened it, even though I always tell him how nice it looks curled.

And I knew that I was falling for the boy with monotone hands.

      We were sitting in his bedroom on a weirdly cold Saturday, him laughing at some  stupid joke that I just made, and my eyes were glued to him. He was sitting at his overflowing desk, covered in lead and paint and sticky notes. I couldn’t help but notice the way that he covers his mouth with his hand, the way that he hunches over, shoulders shaking. He grinned at me and stood up.

“Oh, yeah,” He started, flopping next to me on his bed, “Can you model for some art shit tomorrow? I need to paint someone for a huge project, and I think it would be kinda awkward asking someone else,”

“Sure,” I said, ignoring the way that my stomach was in knots at the fact that our shoulders are bumping on the mattress, and that our knees were touching. His bed was far too small for two gangly teenage boys.

      I glanced at his hands. There were faint stains of black and grey, and I still didn’t know their reasoning. At first, I thought it was a kind of aesthetic thing, but after knowing Dan for a while, I knew that it was so much more than that.

“Dan?” I asked.

“What?” He replied, picking up my hand, playing with my fingers. Another thing I learned about Dan in these past months is that he liked touching. He liked throwing his legs over me when he sits on the couch sideways, he likes it when our shoulders touch. It’s not like I was going to complain.

But I couldn’t help the way that my heart seemed to break every time I couldn’t kiss him.

“Why are your hands always grey?”

He paused for a second, then continued to play with my hand.

“I don’t know. I just like to paint in black and white, I guess,”

“No, that’s not it. You suck at lying, Howell,” I snorted, turning to him. He glanced at me, before looking at the ceiling.

“I… I don’t know,” He mumbled, “It’s just that everything seems so grey right now. I’m sure it will get better, but… I just don’t know.”

      I swear to god, with every word that he said, my heart broke bit by bit until it shattered into a million pieces. What they say is true, about how you can feel the pain in your chest. All I could do was grab Dan and pull him into a hug. He laughed into my chest weakly, and wrapped his arms around me as well, and rambled, “Phil, I’m sure I’m fine. It’s okay.”

But it just wasn’t.


       The next day, I showed up at Dan’s front step, shivering as I rang the doorbell. I pulled my arms tighter to myself. It was far too cold to be spring.

“Oh, hello Phil,” Mrs Howell said, opening the door with her usual smile, “Come in. Dan’s upstairs.”

“Thanks.” I mumbled, giving her a weak smile before rushing to Dan’s room. For some reason, she always seemed to be way too strict.

“Hey,” I said, opening the door to Dan’s room, shutting it behind me and plopping down on his bed shortly after kicking my shoes off and throwing my coat over Dan’s head. He wrinkled his nose at me, chuckled, and threw the coat over a shelf.

“I’m just about ready,” Dan responded, “Can you sit in the chair?” He gestured over to his desk, setting up an easel with the sound of metal against metal. I sat in the leather desk chair, swirling around once, to meet a grinning Dan staring right at me.

“What?” I ask, squinting at him, stomach erupting in butterflies.

“Nothing, you absolute nerd,” He chuckles, before grabbing a medium sized canvas and setting it on the easel, sitting down on a tall stool that always sits in the corner of his room.

His room was amazing, a cozy shade of warm grey and covered in little pieces of paper filled with doodles and notes. His bed was always messy and covered in quilts faded with age; There was a small bookshelf that was overflowing onto the ground and covered in cups of tea. Some posters were sitting along the walls, rolled up, forgotten. The ground was a white kind of fluffy carpet that your feet sunk into. A slight sign of youth through little plushies that were thrown on the desk and shelf littered with art supplies.

I pulled my knees to my chest, staring at Dan as he pulled out brushes and acrylics. He was a wildfire. Blaring heat that seemed to sting your eyes, a strange kind of beauty that mystified millions. He was out of control, terrifying even, but utterly gorgeous.

“Alright,” Dan started, pushing his fringe out of his eyes and off of his forehead, (Jesus. He even had a pencil behind his ear.) “Get however you’d like. I’m just going to sketch you out first, and then paint. It’ll take a while,”

“I’m fine here,” I pulled my knees tighter to myself. Dan grinned, and tugged the pencil out behind his ear, and started to sketch. I closed my eyes.

And I could feel myself falling for the boy with monotone hands even farther.


“Do you want to take a break?” Dan whispered into the silence an hour later, “I’m done with sketching.”

I shook my head no, keeping my eyes shut.

“Good,” He said softly, “I didn’t either.”

I could feel his grin from here.


         The hazy heat of the late afternoon sunshine was warm on my face, and I could hear the soft brushing of Dan working on his canvas, and the leather was soft and comforting against my back. I sighed, letting out a lazy smile.

“We’ve been doing this for six hours, Phil,”

“I’m fine, are you?”

“I’m… I’m the happiest I’ve been in a while.”

I opened up my eyes, adjusting to the brightness in the room, before looking over at him. He was grinning lazily, hair still pushed back, little smudges of paint on his face. My heart skipped a beat and my stomach twisted into knots. He looked so warm.

“I think I’m done,” Dan whispered, looking at the canvas, and wiping his brush on a little cloth that he had sat on a shelf beside him.

“Can I see?” I say, and stretch out of my position in the chair.

“‘Course,” He replied, standing up, and smiling at me, “Thank you, so much,”

“I loved doing it, Dan.”

I walk over to the easel, and all I could do was grin. So, so wide that my mouth hurt and my eyes crinkled.

Dan had painted me so well it was like a photograph, in warm sunlight on a cracked leather chair, knees pulled up to my chest, eyes closed. I was smiling like I knew a secret, and my hair was messy. My jumper was too big for my body, slightly falling off my shoulders. He even painted the mismatching patterns on my socks.

And I was full of color.

My jumper was green and my eyelids and cheeks were a soft pink. Golden sunlight hit my face. My socks were purple and red and my jeans were blue. I seemed to have an aura of color, and all around me was grey, and black, and white.

But I was so, so bright.

I turned to Dan, tears coming to the rim of my eyes. He was looking at me with a nervous-giddy expression, eyes crinkled in a half-smile.

“I swear to god, everything is so bright with you around,” Dan whispered, grin growing.

“I’m so glad you ripped up that note,” I replied, pulling him by his collar, pulling his lips to mine.


“Com’on, Lester, move your ass!” Dan laughed at me, pulling my arm, “I have something to show you,”

“Five years, Dan, and you’re still a pain,” I smirked, and he quickly replied,

“You love me. Keep your eyes closed. It’s a surprise.”

I let out a huff, grinning, as he continued to tug my arm around a corner, and through a couple doorways, from what I could tell, until we came to a stop, in a more crowded room.

“Okay, open.”

My eyes blinked open, and my hands immediately went to my mouth, eyes already watering.

In a large plaque at the top of a clean, white wall, was the words Daniel James Howell imprinted in large letters, and below it, was what must have been fifty paintings. And in the center, was the one that he had painted exactly five years ago.

All around that one portrait was paintings full of color. Lush green forests and loud cities and landscapes and rooms, and around the edge of the wall were a couple black and white paintings of people and buildings. All of them so well done, it was almost like a photograph. It was like I was giving the world color.

At the bottom of the wall, written in Dan’s shitty handwriting,

I swear to god, everything is so bright with you around.

Philip Michael Lester, will you marry me?

       I spin around in the crowded room full of murmurs, but all I could see was the boy with vivid, colorful hands, eyes crinkling at the corners, down on one knee, holding a little velvet box with a golden band inside. His hands were covered in different colors of paint, greens, blues, purples, pinks, reds, yellows.

I nod, words getting stuck in my throat, before escaping, in a quiet,

“Of course, you dork,”

And I sprint right into his arms, Dan giving a surprised noise, before pulling me into a kiss.

I could feel him smiling.


Quite the Hold | Theo Raeken Imagine ft. Scott McCall

request ; Request? One where scott has to tap into your memory like he does with corey because you saw something, and theo your boyfriend gets really mad at scott because you’re hurt after it. And theo shoves scott or something Sorry if it seems weird just thought it might be a cool scene ily

a/n ; this reminded me of that saying i always see on tumblr “asshole to the world but never towards your girl” so just take this imagine like that. 

Theo watched uncomfortably as you tied your hair up into a bun, preparing to let Scott tap into your memories. You weren’t quite sure what the process entailed, but Theo did, and he was dead set against it. In fact, he had tried to sneak out of your house and take his car with him so that you had no means of getting yourself to Scott’s house, but you caught your meddling boyfriend before he could try anything. He meant well, you knew, but this was necessary for the future of the pack. 

Scott entered his living room once again to find Theo scowling at him already, and he hadn’t even begun the process. Scott grimaced in response, shooting both of you a reassuring smile. “It’ll be fine, I promise,” Scott told you, patting your shoulder. The comment was more for Theo than for you, but you gave him an appreciative smile all the same. Theo crossed the room to stand next to you, pulling Scott off to the side for a minute. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea,” Theo said, his eyes darting back to you. You were picking at one of your nails, seemingly calm about Scott digging his claws into the back of your neck and accessing your memories. “It’s not safe. She’s only human, Scott. I don’t want her getting hurt. I saw what you did to Corey, and it hurt him, a powerful Chimera.” 

“Look, Theo, I swear Y/N’ll be fine. It won’t even hurt that much. I wasn’t in a good place when I tapped into Corey’s memories,” Scott admitted, causing Theo’s nerves to spike up again, “but this time it will be different.” Theo begrudgingly let Scott make his way back over to where you were sitting on the couch, standing behind you with his claws now fully extracted. Theo heard a brief rise in your heartbeat when you saw them come out, but you gave the Scott the go-ahead before your overprotective boyfriend could do anything. 

“I’m ready, go for it,” you said confidently. Theo squeezed your hand, but his entire body seized up when he saw Scott plunge his claws into the soft skin on the back of your neck, a gasp of shock escaping your lips. Theo immediately dropped your hand, his eyes narrowing as he analyzed each of Scott’s movements, and yours. At first, your eyes were screwed shut, as if that was helping the pain, but then they flew open, and a quiet groan of pain could be heard throughout the room. 

Give him a few seconds, Theo reasoned with himself, trying to dial down the aggressiveness he felt like displaying at that very moment. He’ll probably be stopping any second now. But he didn’t. Not until your hands were trembling and your eyes were watering and the pain you were feeling was nearly unbearable. Scott finally let go, his eyes shifting back from blazing red to their usual warm brown, his claws vanishing. Theo breathed a sigh of relief, about to thank Scott for not being so hard on you when he noticed that you were rubbing your eyes frantically and trying to calm yourself down. 

Theo walked around to the back of the couch, pushing your head back so he could see your neck, which was bleeding profusely, puncture wounds evident. He turned your face so you were looking at him, anger practically seeping through his pores, though his voice remained as steady as he could manage. “He hurt you, didn’t he?” 

“N-no, it’s not that bad, really,” you protested, though your heartbeat gave you away. And Theo knew you too well. Theo let out one deep, shaky breath before gently letting go of your cheek, turning toward Scott, who was staring at the both of you with wide eyes and a guilty expression. 

“Y/N I-I didn’t mean to…you know I would never, I’m so sorry,” Scott said, looking extremely upset with himself. Theo didn’t even notice the boy’s face, he was blind with rage. He hurt you. You

“You didn’t mean to?” Theo demanded, grabbing the front of Scott’s shirt in his curled fist and nearly lifting him off the ground. While Scott was the True Alpha and infinitely powerful, a werewolf consumed by rage because someone hurt his mate was possibly even more dangerous. “That doesn’t mean shit.” Theo roughly shoved Scott away from him, sending him spiraling into the bookshelf across the room. “You promised you wouldn’t let her get hurt. And yet you’re the one who hurt her.” 

Scott stood up shakily, shaking his head at Theo. “Theo, I swear to God, I didn’t want to hurt. She offered to give us the information and I thought I had better control over this whole memory thing-” 

“That’s not the point!” Theo yelled, his voice resonating throughout the entire house, and possibly the next few houses down. That was when you stood up, neck no longer bleeding, though the scratches were there and they weren’t modest. You grabbed Theo’s arm, but he simply shook you off, not even caring that you were there and calling his name out urgently. He could barely even hear you. “The point is that you don’t touch my fucking girlfriend! You don’t hurt her. No one hurts her. So don’t think that you can get away with it because you’re the Alpha. That’s not how it works.” 

“Theo, he gets it, okay? It wasn’t that bad,” you insisted, tugging at his arm insistently. He blinked a few times, finally realizing that you were there. 

“Are you sure? They won’t heal as fast…” Only you could manage to calm that boy down from a rage like that, which was a blessing and a curse in itself. “I-I didn’t like that, Y/N, you were bleeding, and crying, and that’s not okay. Ever. If anyone hurts you, I’m the one who kicks their ass. That’s how it works.” 

“You don’t have to hurt Scott. He didn’t mean it. And the scratches will heal, just not as fast. It’s fine. I wanted the pack to have the information they needed. That was the whole point of this.” He nodded, his cheeks flushed an embarrassed red. “Could you go apologize to him now?” 

“…I guess,” he muttered, leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek. Then, he apologized to an amazed Scott, helping the boy up and giving him a pat on the shoulder, apologizing a second time when he realized that the bookcase had been destroyed in Theo’s fit of overprotective rage. 

“You really have a hold on that boy,” Scott told you as Theo went into the bathroom to find you some bandaids and disinfectant. 

“Trust me, he has a quite hold on me as well. I just love him a lot,” you replied, not even hesitating to say those words before plopping down next to an equally exhausted Scott. Theo just grinned to himself in the bathroom, holding a box of bandaids in one hand and a cold washcloth in the other, happy that you were just as taken with him as he clearly was with you. 


Request- I was wondering can you do an imagine where Ethan is your boyfriend but Nate likes to flirt with you to get Ethan pissed. Please

Warnings- Jealousy

Disclaimer- GIF creds go to owner

A/N- Ethan is so adorable. He shall be protected at all costs.

Requested by- @danimartinez29

Pairing- Ethan x Dani

Fandom- Dolan Twins

Word count- 620


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A Better Place

Daveed Diggs x Reader
Words: 711 (AYYYY)
Request: can i get a daveed x reader where theyre rlly close friends and reader is like his wingman kinda person but they both have feelings for each other and are too afraid to admit it and stuffs??? thank u i love u youre AMAZING 

i don’t think i had a second point, other than my head hurts and i want to cry. i’m about to sleep because i feel so disgusting, but i think i’ve got the day off tomorrow so i’ll write a lot then. 

good night friends! you can fill my ask w requests while i sleep if you want. enjoy this one for now!


Your day had started off with a knock at the door. You had been asleep all morning, and you weren’t planning on waking up anytime soon, but whoever was there couldn’t seem to wait.

You stood up, getting into your dressing gown and moving to the door. You opened it, rubbing your eyes sleepily as your best friend, Daveed Diggs, pushed past you.

“Good morning (Y/N)! I brought blueberry bagels and coffee, because I figured you still hadn’t woken up. And what better way to start the day than with Starbucks?” He said, placing the food and coffee down on the kitchen bench.

You shut the door, taking a seat at the bench. “Why are you so enthusiastic this morning? It’s barely even nine in the morning,” You mumbled sleepily, propping your chin up with your fist.

“Well, actually it’s one in the afternoon and we’re releasing our new album tomorrow! The one I played for you?” Daveed stated, taking a sip of the coffee. He pushed yours towards you.

“Splendor and Misery?” You asked. He nodded.

“I’ve never seen you this excited for a release. Usually you’re more nervous,” You stated, taking a sip of your coffee and perking up slightly. You sat up straight. “That’s better.”

“I swear to god; your coffee addiction is unhealthy. Anyway, it’s not the release I’m excited about. It’s the release party!” Daveed exclaimed, pulling out the bagels and starting to smother cream cheese on his.

“You didn’t tell me anything about a release party…” You replied, pouting slightly.

“Well I mean you can come if you want, but I figured it would be boring for you. The last time we had one, you were playing Candy Crush the whole time,” Daveed stated.

“Yeah, that is true. No offence, I’m just not a big concert person,” You stated, starting to eat your bagel. “So what’s so exciting about this release party?”

“Jalene’s coming!”

You bit your lip slightly. Daveed had spoken of Jalene a lot. You’d never met her, but you knew how happy she made him. While as Daveed’s wingman you were proud that he had found someone, you were jealous.

“Oh,” You replied quietly, looking down at your food. You stared at it intently, sighing quietly.

“Oh? Don’t you wanna know what I plan to do?” Daveed asked, redirecting your vision back to him by moving your chin.

“Oh yeah, what are you planning to do?” You asked, pushing your bagel crumbs around the plate aimlessly.

“Well, I thought that since I’ve been talking to her for a while now, I’d ask her out,” Daveed stated. His eyes twinkled and a smile covered his face.

“T-Tonight?” You asked, frowning.

“Well, yeah. That’s when the release party is. I thought you’d be happy for me. Did I do something wrong?” Daveed asked, the smile on his face disappearing.

“Yeah, I mean, of course I am! But don’t you think you’re moving a bit too fast?” You asked, bouncing your leg up and down anxiously.

“I don’t think I’m moving too fast… am I moving too fast?”

“N-no. I never said that, I just… I need a moment,” You said, standing up and bolting to your room.

Daveed watched you walk into your room, sitting down at the doorway. “Is there anything I can do to help?” he asked quietly.

“I like you a lot, you know?” You replied quietly.

“I like you too,” Daveed replied. “If we didn’t like each other, we probably wouldn’t be friends.”

“But it’s more than that. It’s more than friends for me. I feel like if I spent the rest of my life with you, everything would be okay,” You whispered.

“We’re always gonna be friends. Just because I have a girlfriend, it doesn’t mean-“

“I don’t think you’re seeing the point Diggs. I love you!” You exclaimed, covering your mouth quickly. “Holy shit. I’m sorry-“

“I’ve got a launch party to prepare for. We’ll talk about this later,” Daveed said quickly, standing up and moving out of your house quickly.

“Diggs, wait!”

You removed yourself from your bed, running for the door that had been left open. You frowned, seeing him step into the elevator. He looked back at you with sad eyes as the doors shut.

Jealousy and Reassurance

Requested: I was wondering if you could do an imagine where you get jealous of Shawn and Camila but he assures you that your the one he wants. Thanks ❤️



Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello getting cozy. The headline pops up in big letters on your phone, but you don’t bother reading it. You keep scrolling, trying to ignore it, but of course there is another, Shawn Mendes and Camila Cabello spend hours alone in the studio together when you come across a third article about your boyfriend and the ex member of Fifth Harmony, you throw your phone on your bed, and actually decide to study to try and distract yourself from it. You know it is really bothering you because it is so rare for you to actually willingly choose to study when it isn’t the night before something is due.

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Babysitter And I

Characters: Jungkook X You
Genre: college!bts AU, fluff
Word Count: 4805
Song of the Day: Love & Pop - For You

A/N: i.. don’t.. know.. where.. this.. came.. from lol started as a crack kinda but it ended up less of a crack than i thought it would be, then paired with a dramatic title and, voila!

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Where college students often made use of this time to catch up with pending assignments or earn some pocket money, Jungkook just had to catch a cold during his precious second week of semester break; and being a part-time barista had meant that the job wouldn’t risk a sick kid ruining their daily revenue when he can barely taste the difference between a roasted coffee bean and an uncooked chickpea, which had meant Jungkook was left with no choice but to idle at home till the very day he properly recovers from the cold.

Though currently gig-less by unfortunate circumstances, his week hadn’t been too bad. He needed the rest, from both earning money and just general responsibilities as an undergraduate; it’d been a while since he could stay in bed for one whole day without the fear of missing a class or running late for his shift. He was getting bored of binge-watching midnight Netflix, though; all his housemates were gone for the week for hell-knows-what with their constant crazy weekend getaways.

But then, there was a knock on the door; a polite one, it couldn’t have been the guys then.

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anonymous asked:

WTH How is Damon a better man than the hero Stefan? That's BS I haven't really watched this season but did he reall die? What about Steroline? How could they kill not only the main character but the best character in this series? Seriously he was my favorite since season 1 and my ship is broken because of what? I swear Damon gets away with everything and he's the true villain taking away Stefan's happiness :(

Kevin idiot Williamson will have me believe that the mere act of Damon offering to sacrifice himself to rid the world of Katherine Pierce makes him the better man. Ummm NO. See, the very fact that this lone proposed good act is propped up as angelic is because this is an anomaly- because it’s Damon ! It looks freaking God like in comparison to the selfish bastard that he is. But how does this late arrival character growth make him the BETTER MAN when Stefan has been sacrificing himself for YEARS?


There are no words in any language on this God’s green earth that can be strung together to make any sense of that finale. NONE.

And as for Steroline: they deserved a better ending.
Why turn Stefan human and give us that chunk of angst when they were going to KILL him in the end? That just basically made steroline the most tragic couple ever. The couple that got stuck with maximum angst and a tragic ending. Well done Julie Plec *slow clap as I look on in disgust*

They knew BE would gave a tragic end so they gave then maximum screentime togetger, makeout in every episode, Paris trip.. basically they had some happiness before their demise. But we had angst n angst and more angst and Stefan decided he had to die on his wedding night.

Who does that? Who writes in their lead, the one they kicked around season after season, broke in a hundred different ways, killing himself on their wedding night n saying “I was feeling epic wheeeeeeee” .

Julie Plec should not write anymore. She’s a bad finisher.

If you haven’t watched, I sincerely advice you to skip the finale. It’ll leave a hole in your soul.

j0rt  asked:

Hi! I have a question about islam if you dont mind? So in one of the clips Elias swears on Allah (he says Wallah i think?) and i know in christianity you're not supposed to swear on Gods name? And after he says Wallah one of the boys is like shaking his head no. So in islam is it common/ok to swear on Allah's name? Thank you!!


In Islam “Wallah” (I swear on the name of Allah (swt)) is only used in extreem necessary situation. Like you do not just swear on his name. So once you swear something in His name, it better be true or you better do it. Because this really serious.

But in the Arabic culture it is really common to use “Wallah” because they  have the urge to make things as serious as possible. And once someone says “Wallah” everyone knows that he is right and serious. Like you can not take it back that easily. So if you do lie you have to fast for three days so you need to be consequent with it.

Also right now if someone says “Wallah” they are most likely not telling the truth because the term has been overused by youth culture especially when non-muslims WHITES started to use those term just to make a point.

I hope I answered your question

  • [I'm standing at the copy machine while Jason is finishing up a phone conversation]
  • Me: You're so friendly.
  • Jason: I can pretend to be, sometimes. You know me better than that, though.
  • Me: Yeah, true.
  • ------
  • Me: Tom called me a little while ago. He wants to come back.
  • Jason: Does he, really? Did you tell him...if you hear from him again, tell him that we're putting in a good word for him every chance we get.
  • Me: I did. I said me and you are trying.
  • Jason: I don't think [the new chef] is gonna last. If he fucking walks out, which I can see him doing, they better be on the phone with Tom asking him to come back before the door even shuts behind [the chef], I swear to God. They never should've gotten rid of Tom.
  • Me: No. That was the worst thing they could've done. We needed him back there. I miss him so much.
  • Jason: Me, too. [He gets quiet for a few seconds] Now I'm thinking to myself, wondering if there was anything more I could've said when they were interviewing me. I was so focused on you and me, and I thought for sure Tom would be safe. Maybe I didn't try hard enough to convince them how valuable he was.
  • Me: You couldn't save everyone, Jason. It isn't your fault.
  • Jason: Oh, I didn't even care about saving everyone. When they told me I'd be keeping my job, I wanted to make sure you were gonna be okay. But I should've done more for Tom, too.
  • Me: And see, that's the difference between you and- [I catch myself]
  • Jason: Who?
  • Me: Other people.
  • Jason: You can tell me, it's okay.
  • Me: It's just that...Liz knew everything Tom was going through, with selling his house, and his neck pain, the medical bills, everything, and she swore she would tell him if he was in danger. And she didn't. She knew he was going to lose his job and she didn't even try to do anything to help him. Once she knew she was safe, she didn't care about the rest of us. Once you knew YOU were safe, you did what you could to protect me.
  • Jason: Oh, yeah, Liz doesn't give a shit about anybody but herself. You didn't realize that from day one?
  • Me: No. I really liked her. I mean, I still like her, but...
  • Jason: You can like her, but I wouldn't trust her. Just my opinion. You don't have to trust me, either.
  • Me: Ugh, but I do, which sucks.
  • Jason: Because I'm a shitty person?
  • Me: Exactly.
So I was catching up with 1/2 prince and...


He’s holding her head!!




All my otps are coming true. I’m tearing up for real because… I’m just so happy TT_TT

watch out before you fall in love with him
don’t make him your world
because once you make him your sun you will just be another one of his planets that circulates around him 
and does whatever he asks you to do
and don’t fall for his trap that when he tells you to lose weight or to untie your hair because he loves you and wants you to look your best for him
please don’t believe that for a second, you were beautiful before you met him and you will be even more beautiful once he leaves.
before you put him on some pedestal, see him when he’s mad at you 
wether its a “ill hurt him if he ever tries to talk to my girl again” or if its a “its your fault anyways cover up next time”.
see if he takes your side on things or if he always finds a way to blame you
pick up on the small stuff because trust me if he grabs you and leaves your arm aching for the next 3 days just for looking at his phone because he’s texting some girl claiming “we are just friends”  but you aren't stupid enough to believe that he can spit down you are beautiful and i love you down some girls throat and just expect you to believe “we are just friends" 
maybe you can because maybe i was never beautiful to you or maybe you never loved me, i was good to use, push around and order around.
i swore id never let anyone ever get the best of me but you started showing up in improbable places and your touch was taking over my body, sometimes it felt like you were trying to make sure to hurt me even when you were not around.
your hands were still choking me but you weren't there,
just in my mind 
if he doesn't motivate you to love yourself and to do good for yourself he doesn’t love you, he loves the idea of you and what you do for him.
he needs your money to buy him stuff, he needs your heart to take care of him and he needs you because there is no one else willing to do what you do for him.
that’s not love thats bored
that’s him being bored and worried about being alone
that’s him stringing you along but you are running out of place to hold on to him you can see him slipping away.
you never forget your first, any kind of first
it could be the first test you failed
the first boy or girl you loved
the first person who made you hate yourself
your first true best friend
or the first time you lost your virginity
you never forget your first time something new happens 
but trust me you will find a better man than the first one who tore you apart and left scars in places no one can see
fuck sometimes i wish people could see the scars you left on my heart and on my ribs and in my brain, how were you able to in carve your name into my heart and tattoo yourself into my brain and in my memory, i swear to god you broke my ribs when you left i was bed ridden for weeks because my world turned into a big dark grey cloud and the numbest you left me with instead of that goodbye still resonates in me. 
i’m still waiting for an answer 
don’t ask for closure, don’t even expect it
we are not all that lucky to get it
i had to make my own closure. 
i wish i would have met you later maybe i would have handled it better. i wouldn't have push people away or killed my sadness by destroying myself.
i became a regular at the hospital with my panic attacks and i tried to tare off the wristbands but they were almost as resistant as i was to your name calling.
it went from i love yous to i hate yous 
to forever to i wanna fucking leave you
i tried so hard for one guy who never even told me i was beautiful unless i asked him.
you never knew if today would be a good or bad day, because it was always walking on a very narrow rope when being with him
you wanted to be his world but in reality he dragged you around like all you were good for was for his own benefits.
and i hope you fucking listen to me when i say that
he will never change
and he will never stay
and he will never come back.
he left you because he knows what he did wasn't right
but  that doesn't mean you are any less human for the ways you tried to numb your pain.
you can cry your eyes out a day later or 5 years later 
just don’t think his voice is the only one you will love to listen to and don’t think his touch is the only one you will ever feel and please don’t think he is the only person that will ever want to be with you.
you have more beauty and love inside you and he hated how perfect you were and that’s why he had to tear you down, because he hated himself.
i guess i understand it now he never loved me, he loved the love i gave him and my love turned into his self love
and that’s when the tables turned
and i became the one who hated myself, the only difference is he wasn't there to ever help me and love me back.

its a trap don’t make him your world