i know i made a lot of ridiculous posts, but to be somewhat serious for a moment, like it’s really hard to put into words just how much what harry does means to me, whether it’s wearing his little pride pin, or dancing around stage with a huge pride flag, or saying that his potential partner being a woman is not that important, or telling niall he shouldn’t knock sleeping with men until he tries it, or making an instagram post to celebrate the legalization of same sex marriage in the US, or posting rainbows not once but twice after the Orlando shootings. He’s so special, and he doesn’t have to do all of this, but he does, and he does it so consistently. It makes me feel so warm and fuzzy and, well, proud, in a lot of sense of the word.
-Because of course he’s been protesting social media
-It’s beneath him
-“For the less evolved” he claims
-But Betty thinks it will be good for him
-She’s too afraid to introduce his dark sass to twitter so she settles for instagram
-Because how rude can he be with pictures?
-At first he literally never posts
-But slowly he starts to use the platform
-All his posts are super aesthetically pleasing
-(A dark aesthetic, of course)
-There’s literally never faces
-Just landscapes and silhouettes and captions consisting of quotes from obscure dead authors
-(And the occasionaly artsy photograph of his meal at Pop’s)
-Slowly but surely Jughead gets suuuper into his photography
-He follows more photography accounts than personal ones
-He gains an small but commited following
-Suddenly Betty is being forced to model for him
-Everywhere they go is an opportunity for a new picture
-He forces her down alleys
-And into the woods
-And basically anywhere that has the potential to look dark and brooding
-Jughead is very particular when taking photos
-No, Betty turn to your left
-Don’t look at the camera
-Cover your face with your hands
-Sit down over there
-No, not there - there
-Betty gets a little fed up
-And sometimes she doesn’t want to pose
-But everytime Jughead takes a photos he furrows his brow and bites his lip in concentration in such a way that she just can’t be mad
-And he really seems to love it
-So she let’s him take as many photos as he wants
-So long as he keeps claiming her as his muse, she’ll allow it
hi. omg it took me ages to write this and idek why. it’s not the best, it’s actually really short and the reason why it’s like that is because i felt like i was dragging it out tooooooooo long and that just makes stuff not enjoyable. i’m sorry i took ages and it’s not even up to standards smh but i really wanted to give you guys somet!! if you have any ideas regarding what i should write about next, preferably not something that i will take ages to write lmao, then please leave them in the message box thing. ummmm, not much else to say so i hope you’s kinda like it? you don’t have to, you can tell me if it’s shite lmao. also i’m really sorry if there are any spelling mistakes, i didn’t proof read bc i wanted it out for you lads as soon as i could! OH ONE MORE QUESTION. do you’s prefer longer or shorter one shots? just so when it comes to writing them i have an idea of what to include and stuff. lotta love, xoxo -b
I was in the shower for probably at least 45 minutes after I woke up
from the longest nap ever. It wasn’t my intention to stay in bed until 6 pm
however I couldn’t do anything about it. I was tired and although I knew that
it didn’t help my jetlag at all I just slept anyway.
Once I was out of the shower, dry and feeling comfortable in my pair of
black leggings and baggy shirt I laid back down on the bed. My phone was
charging which confused me for a minute because I didn’t remember putting it on
the bed side table or even taking it out of my pocket. Then I suddenly realised
that it must have been Harry who put me to bed properly and sorted my stuff out
Sighing, I took my phone off of the charger and pressed the middle
button which caused the screen to light up. As I scrolled down on the locked
screen I saw a whole lot of messages from my mum, my dad, and my mates and if I
saw correctly even Harry’s name popped up as well.
I didn’t pay much attention to them because as soon as I unlocked my
phone I somehow instantly forgot about the messages. After I finished my daily
routine of going through all of my social media accounts which mainly consisted
of Instagram and Twitter I decided it was time to show my face. And to be
honest, I was rather bored as well. Not to mention my hunger which didn’t seem
Although when I got downstairs I found myself on my own, it was as if I
was the only one living here. I didn’t know where Harry was though he probably
told me about it in his text which I never read. Oh well – I thought as I made my way towards the kitchen and opened
up the fridge door. It was full of food.
But it was full of healthy food.
Then I found some chocolate yogurt and a smile creeped its way onto my
lips. I took it out of the fridge without any hesitation, taking a spoon out of
the drawers as well then sat down on the bar stool chairs. My eyes were
probably shining like the stars on a night sky while my mouth was watering but
just as I was about to eat the first spoonful of desert, Harry stumbled in the
First I thought he was drunk or something but then I saw the bags in his
hands. His sunglasses were low on his nose, it was about to fall off actually,
his shirt was wide open on his chest and his jeans were hanging down on his
waist as well.
Basically, he was a mess.
I raised my eyebrows as I put the spoon in my mouth and ate what was on
it, not minding one bit that he just came back. He didn’t seem bothered and he
sure as hell wasn’t expecting me to actually get up because he knew me too
“Are you still hungry?” he asked me a few minutes later when I had
finished my yogurt. He was still putting the things he bought away and right up
until the question slipped past his lips, we were both extremely quiet.
Maybe a bit too quiet.
“Umm,” I muttered as I turned around with my chair, leaning back on the
counter with my elbows. “Depends what you bought.”
“Just some stuff,” he shrugged then when he turned around he looked at
me with a questioning look on his face. Arching my brow, which seemed to be the
only facial expression I’ve shown since I woke up, I waited for him to carry on
but instead he just looked away while messing with the shopping bags.
“Why are you being so awkward?” I asked him finally, a laugh escaping my
lips although I didn’t find the situation funny.
“I’m not being awkward. I don’t know what you’re on about,” he scoffed.
“The jetlag must be hitting you and your little nap probably didn’t help you.”
“Are you seriously gonna be acting like a dick to me because I was moody
on the way back from the airport?” my voice got stronger and louder as I stayed
sat down. I tried not to let my emotions show on my face but I totally failed.
I always did so I wasn’t surprised. “I’m so
sorry I was tired, hungry and stressed.”
“Well, I was tired, hungry and stressed as well yet I put a smile on my
face because I finally got to see you after ages.”
“I’m sorry you felt like that, okay? And I didn’t ask you to force a
smile on your face, hell, I-, I don’t even know-, gosh, do we really have to
“I’m not arguing-,”
“Well then shut your mouth and give me a hug. You didn’t hug me since
that awkward one at the airport where everyone was looking.”
A sigh left his mouth as he looked to the side. I saw as he swallowed
then shut his eyes and let another sigh out before he concentrated on me with
his eyes again.
“Okay, don’t give me a hug then, that’s fine too,” I gave up as I
slipped off of the chair. I chucked the spoon in the sink then did the same to
the empty yogurt box.
“Baby, look-,” he started to talk as I was about to leave the kitchen
but his voice stopped me. I didn’t turn around, hoping he’d carry on with what
he wanted to say but the room was dead silent.
“Do you want me to stay here at all or should I just get my shit and
“Listen, I’m sorry-,”
“I am, I just-, I’m stressed, and I don’t know where my head’s at. I
have my first solo performance in like hours, well, tomorrow night, but still.
I’m nervous as hell and it didn’t help that I made you so angry when we were in
“I know you’re stressed and I know how it feels to be like that. You
feel like you’re lost as if there’s no way out and you’re just stuck in one
place. You don’t know what to do to get over yourself and your problems until
you have a big crying session or talk it out with someone. So I don’t think it
helps that you’re so distant, and that you made me so angry? When? You were
being nice to me and I just flipped because I was not in the mood. You did
“Well, then why do I feel like I upset you? You said I was being awkward
then I was acting like a dick towards you just now. What am I supposed to
think?” his voice was desperate and lost, my heart suddenly started to ache for
him and my actions spoke louder than my words could.
As I walked back to him I wrapped my arms around his waist and hugged
him tightly, making sure I did my best to collect all of his pieces that were
not stuck together to make him his perfect self. I absolutely hated seeing him
in a bad shape and no matter what he did or did not do I couldn’t just stand
there and let him be.
Which might not be always beneficial and it may make me look absolutely
weak when it comes to him I had to accept it.
Almost right as I hugged him, his arms wrapped around my neck and his
head rested on top of mine, making sure our bodies basically moulded into one.
“I love you. I’m sorry I’m such a mess,” he whispered into my hair, his
soft voice full of emotions making my heart beat faster and goose bumps arise
on my arms.
“I love you and please don’t say that. You’re not a mess.”
“I am a mess though and you know it too,” he sighed as he slightly
pulled away, shoving one of his hands through this short hair.
“Well then in that case, you are my
mess,” I winked at him as I got on the tip of my toes to press a light kiss
on his lips.
He smiled which made me smile and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms
around his neck this time and jump into his arms. Thankfully, he held on to me
so I didn’t fall, a soft chuckle leaving his irresistible lips while his eyes
were shining brighter than anything I have ever seen before.
“I’m sorry about my attitude before,” I told him as I hid my face in the
crook of his neck. My grip was tight on him, my fingers formed into a fist as I
locked my arms around Harry’s neck.
“Don’t worry about it, love,” he said and he suddenly started to walk
out of the kitchen.
We didn’t go far, just to the couch in the living room where he sat down
with me in his arms then I ended up sitting on his lap with my legs on each
side of his waist.
“So you’ll come and see me, right?” he asked me a few minutes after he was
just staring at me but not in a creepy way. He did that sometimes and I didn’t
mind it because I knew he gave me his full attention and I loved it.
Now that might have sounded uptight and kind of selfish, it was the
truth plus I didn’t mean it in that sense.
“Yes,” I said right away. “I mean if you want me to, it’s up to you.”
“I want you to,” he nodded. “Actually, I need you to come with me,” he
laughed. “M’gonna be doing these skits and I need you to be there not to
mention I’m performing a new song.”
“Which one?” I asked him curiously. I haven’t exactly heard his full
album yet only because I told him I want it to be a surprise.
He actually really wanted me to listen to it then after I told him I
wanted to wait for the actual release date he kinda got onto my idea. Of course
he showed me snippets here and there because he knew how curious I was all of
the time but I’m also way too stubborn so I wouldn’t just ask him to show me
“The only one you heard. Apart from Sign of the Times.”
“Ever Since New York?” I asked again just to make sure I was thinking
about the right one.
I knew of the titles of the songs but I didn’t listen to them.
“Yeah,” a small smile made its way onto his lips. I couldn’t help myself
as I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his in a soft peck, his right
hand came in contact with my cheek as he rested it on my face while our lips
were touching. “I’m very happy you are here.”
“I’m very happy to be here.”
“Good,” he chuckled. “I missed having you around.”
“I bet you did,” I joked which to he raised one of his eyebrows and
pouted at the same time. “I think I missed you too.”
“What do you mean you think? Aren’t you supposed to know that?”
“I don’t know, am I?”
“Well, I don’t,” I shrugged as I kept on messing around with him and
eventually got off his lap.
My legs were still on his thighs but I was sitting on the couch, right
next to him. He took advantage of this position as he leaned into me, resting
his head on my shoulder and placing his hands on my legs. They were warm and
big and it made the butterflies in my stomach come to live as he rested his
hands on my thighs. He just had that effect on me and it was lovely really.
“I’m just messing with you, I missed you more than you’ll ever know,” I said
suddenly as I hugged his bicep tightly and pressed a few kisses on his chin as
his head was still leaning on my shoulder.
Kimberly has the weirdest songs for all the Rangers ringtones. Trini’s is Holla Back Girl, Billy is the Cuppycake song, Zack’s the fucking Thomas the Tank Engine theme song, and Jason is just the sounds of various people being continuously slapped.
She once retaliated for them making fun of her silly song choices by changing her own ringtone on all their phones to a loop of the intro to Gimme More complete with “IT’S BRITNEY BITCH”, and called them at inopportune times. The only one who kept it was Zack.
Trini doesn’t actually have their names as her contact list. She’s nicknamed them all and she’s said herself she’s screwed if she ever loses her memory or has to get someone else to call them for her.
What’s better is that they end up as her emergency contacts, instead of her parents. They are: Jigglypuff, Troy Bolton, 3dgelord and Blue’s Clues.
Everyone gets at least four snapchats a day of Pearl, because Jason adores his little sister and she loves how much her brother is spending more time with her now, he used to be such an ass (actual snapchat that all five Rangers have saved to their phones).
Jason also started up an Instagram for the Power Rangers, heavily fortified by Billy and Alpha A, and it has over five million followers and consists of various selfies, vine-like sketches and dance routines the Rangers perform in their suits. Zordon Disapproves but fuck him. There were concerns about people working out who they are from them, but they only get posted once Alpha A scans and approves them for maximum security.
Billy texts his friends regularly and the content could almost be called a shitpost if not for the fact 70% of them are deadly serious. He ends up making a group chat especially for his impulsive questions and statements to them, and they all always make an effort to reply as soon as they can, especially if they’re specifically addressed.
70% might be serious. But they have no idea which ones are. Billy regularly trolls them with actual shitposts and laughs to himself over how Serious they all take him asking who decided pickled cucumbers were going to be called just pickles and not another pickled food.
Zack. Okay Zack goes out of his way to catch his friends in the worst derps possible. He has an entire folder in his phone and Cloud devoted to derps of his friends. Currently topping the charts is Trini right before a sneeze and Jason in the middle of tripping up the stairs to the Morph pads. Their pictures in his contacts are the best derps he has at that given time.
His mother adores them, some she sees immediately because he sends them to her and others she sees later after chess games, when Zack excitedly gushes about his friends and shows them all to her “look what *ranger name* did today, aren’t they the best??”
-they would all have aesthetic / personal instagram accounts
-begbies would literally just consist of pictures of his knife and his bloody knuckles
-god knows why he hasn’t been done by the police yet
-spud would post pictures of his puppy or some shit
-oh yeah modern au! Spud has a puppy
-sick boy would post angry selfies and aesthetic pics of walls with words on them and pics of mark
-the only pic him smiling is on rentons account
-renton would post pics of needles and gear and like simon
-like really close pics of Simon and like his body parts and shit like his arms and veins and his neck with hickeys or something
-everyone ships them
-mark and si also do instagram live streams
-and everyone’s like OOooooOHHH GET MARRIED
-they are like…so….pda on livestream too
-like they don’t take their hands off each other
-they only do when begbie is there calling them buftys
-but sometimes they act extra touchy feely just to wind them up
-Simon is so popular on social media due to his good looks and charms
-he’s got like 30k on insta
-marks quite popular on tumblr or twitter or something with his aesthetic pics of beautiful si
-si becomes like internet famous everyone’s like. WHO! IS!! THIS!!!! BEAUTIFUL!!! MAN!!!!
-Begbie probably has like a vent account for his anger or some shit
-Spuds tumblr consists of reblogs of cute dogs and nice things
-begbies consists of death.
Psst. You hear meh? ... Think about this: Soukoku model AU.
shit MAN I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH OKAY LISTEN
I personally feel like Photographer/Model AU would fit them better because Dazai would be really self conscious of his skin and, as a model, that doesn’t really make for a good career. We could forgo the bandages for an AU but ehhhh… So personally I would say, Dazai is a photographer and Chuuya is a model
Chuuya is an extremely famous model due to his peculiar working style. He models both men and women’s clothing. Suits, dresses, casual wear, swimsuits, lingerie, you name it, he’ll wear it. The fact that his body is so androgynous and that a lot of people can’t tell where he is actually a “he” is very controversial and that’s why he’s so famous and also why he is so sought-after in the modeling industry
The thing is, he’s one of those lucky few celebrities who manages to live a quiet life. There’s little to nothing in the tabloids about him. All the gossip about him is confined to internet forums that never see the light of day. He’s like a chameleon with the way that he can change his appearance so easily. Most people who see him out on the town don’t even realize that it’s him. He only has one social media account and it’s an instagram with nothing in the bio and no personal information on his picture captions. His website has very little personal information and mostly consists of contact information for his agent, Ozaki Kouyou, and his portfolio.
“Oh Yugyeom loves Y/N. He is obsessed with her,” Jinyoung teased. A shy smile pulled at Yugyeom’s lips and his ears tinged red with embarrassment.
“No, I am not,” he whined cutely, in your opinion.
“Come on. Yes you are,” Jinyoung continued.
“She is my favorite artist. I will leave it at that,” Yugyeom said, trying to drop the conversation.
That is when Jackson butted in and said, “We all know that she is your ideal type so don’t even deny it.”
The beginning of the friendship between you and Yugyeom was a strange one. It all started when you received a tidal wave of mentions on Twitter and thousands of comments on Instagram all about this guy named Yugyeom. The comments consisted of oh my god! yugyeom @yu_gyeom loves you! follow him please! and @yu_geom says you are his favorite artist!! two worlds colliding! both of you are my favorites!!!! love you guys!! <3 :0. After days and days of receiving these comments you finally decided to check out who this Yugyeom kid was. So, the first thing you did was browse through his Instagram account. “Wow, this man is seriously good looking,” you thought to yourself as you scrolled through the dozens of selfies he had posted. After reading some of the captions to his posts you gathered that Yugyeom was part of some boy group called Got7.
as much as i enjoy those les mis + instagram posts, i still firmly believe enjolras’ gallery would consist of photos of his cats with tacky nashville filters, banners for upcoming protests/meetings/conferences that crop into unsightly squares on his profile, and one blurry sunset. overall not aesthetic at all. to the point that jehan has unfollowed him. twice.
That socialite you swear you loathe? You still end up watching every episode of her day to day saga. That pizza you swore would jinx your diet programme? You still end up savouring every bite of the long-gone-cold inconsistent-cheese-lathered soggy crust. That cliche novel you swore you hated? You still find yourself unable to tear your eyes from its pages, hanging onto every overused trope, curled in your blankets when you think you’re safe from anybody catching you reading it.
What made Shawn any different?
For him it was being greeted by the same old icon bearing his face, a header that should have made him blush - but instead surged adrenaline through his veins, and the all too similar layout of the tumblr blog he had started stalking that fateful night. It all started with him sending an anonymous message, that had received an immediate answer consisting of overinsistent typing in caps lock, full of coos and love and warmth that toasted his cheeks, upto his toes. One anon lead to another, and he found himself spending his days looking forward to scrolling through the blog, while in the haven of his room (for the night) after he performed his daily duties. Shawn had loved using twitter and other socials before, thinking that was what connected him to his fans. But how wrong he was. Their twitters and instagrams were them dressed in the most expensive set they owned, ready to impress. Their tumblrs, however, were a different case. It was them in all their natural, beautiful glory - messy hair, tattered overused but still comfy pyjamas, every pretty freckle on display.
So yet again, Shawn found himself locked up in his room, scrolling through the said blog. Anons after anons flooding the page. Shawn had made a separate account - complete with a url and design he thought would fit someone from his fandom ( a move that Shawn had swore would either end up inflating his ego, or bashing it till he never stepped out again). Currently on the blog, they were having a debate whether Shawn was dominant in bed or not. Shawn read on, thoroughly amused yet flushed, and decided to throw his two cents in.
“What if he likes to be submissive instead?” ~$
He finished typing, coupled with his standard emoji that he had started to use to let the owner of the blog know it’s him (not him…but him, you know?). She immediately replied coupled with a gif that nearly made him fall off his bed laughing.
“OHHHHHH!!! GUYS WE HAVE A NEW SHAWN. SUBMISSIVE!SHAWN.”
Shawn laughed at her reply.
From what he knew, she was 18, went by her pseudonym. Loved books, swore by every band ever signed to fueled by ramen, loved her coffee sweet and strong. Was shorter than him. Had not attended any of his concert yet, cause he never came to her country - something he vowed to put right . Had caused a havoc on her blog after the prices on his tickets were announced, something that brought to light how adversely his fans were affected by the prices - something he was still pestering his label to put to right.
Shawn never thought it was possible to yearn to meet someone he didn’t even know how they really were, but he was sure it was very similar to what his fans felt for him.
Ana clicked her window shut in an all too familiarized routine, as somebody knocked on her door.
“Hey sweetie, all ready for your test tomorrow?” her mom repeated the same old question, something that had become close to a ritual before any examination. Especially now that she would be leaving school after this.
“Yeah, I’m good to go, I guess.”
After a brief yet antagonizingly slow talk about uni’s and applications and how she had to choose science as her course, yet again, her mother left her to the confines her solitude.
Finally, she thought.
It wasn’t that Ana didn’t love her mum, she did, but her parents’ pestering to leave her passion for writing and choose the well beaten “glorious” path of science had started to get on her nerves. Initially she had thought that they’ll leave her be in time. But guess not.
She felt a sense of home when she logged back on her tumblr, the sight of it filling her with pride. It was a Shawn Mendes blog, where she wrote out her fantasies and frustrations out. She had stayed up nights, adjusting between the torturous regime of school and homeworks and tests, and religiously posting and updating her blog. And now she was rewarded with anons and inboxes that made every single day feel like christmas.
A new anon popped up on her screen.
“What if he likes to be submissive instead?” ~ $
Ana smiled. This particular anon had crawled their way through the screen into her heart. Keeping up with everything she posted, commenting and speculating. But they never came off anon, something that Ana desperately wanted this anon to do.
She typed out her response dutifully, coupled with a gif that mirrored her reaction, and posted.
lets change this up. what if the butlers had instagram & theo and zain. what would they post and how many followers would they have?? thanks <3 -anon
Claude: He would probably post about fucking stamps. His posts consist of pictures of tea packets he used for that day, Philip castle, and social gatherings at the castle. He wouldn’t have a lot of followers, and the few followers he had only came in case he ever posted pictures of Wilfred. I’d say at least 8k.
Luke: He desperately wants to be cool, and he probably got Instagram because Keith suggested it. His posts include horribly taken selfies, Keith, (he asked Luke to take pictures of him posing so he’d get more followers) and food porn about chocolate. Though his selfies come out shook, he’s still cute af, so that along with Keith earns him a good 20k.
Alberto: If Roberto just looked at Alberto’s Instagram, he would know when to escape, because a lot of his pictures include him tracking down his GPS on his phone with a caption that says something like, “I’m coming for you bitch.” Roberto usually hacks his account and posts selfies, and even though Alberto usually deletes them, he earns himself a good 1.5k followers because of it.
Jan: He takes a lot of goofy selfies before heading off to work, and he’s one of those people who takes pics of their breakfast but eventually stops after a comment that says, “Stop taking pictures of your goddamn food nobody gives a shit about your mushroom omelet ffs.” (He finds out later that it’s Joshua) He has 60k bc he takes some bomb ass selfies with some bomb ass filters, and because he also posts memes all the time.
Yu: Likes to take pictures of the Oriens environment, and also puts some deep ass quotes on his Instagram about unrequited love and shit bc he’s lowkey a Tumblr gal and a machine of angst. He doesn’t really take selfies but takes pictures with Alan or of Alan, and just for shits and giggles might sneak some pictures of Glenn too. He has 30k followers.
Louis: His Instagram should be a tumblr bc he puts the most aesthetic shit on there and it’s so pretty. He makes sure to put a consistent pastel color scheme and takes pictures of the garden, the china in the castle, and often videotapes himself playing the violin. He has 40k followers, because despite never taking selfies, his Instagram is organized and beautiful af.
Zain: He doesn’t take many selfies, but booiii when he does, he looks sexy af without even meaning to be. Usually, when he takes selfies, his black hair is brushed neatly, and his suit doesn’t even have the slightest wrinkle in it, he looks like the definition of a butler, and his smile is ever so seductive. He also takes pictures of what he’s wearing for the day, and despite not knowing a single bit about photography, his pictures come out perfect. He has 30.5k followers because girls eat up his sexy face like oreos.
Theo: He’s a teenager, you know he’s going to have selfies all over his Instagram. But the thing is, he doesn’t know he’s cute, he just wants his followers to know what he looks like, and he considers taking them down before receiving comments that he’s cute af, and then his face turns as red as his hair. Despite being embarrassed, his selfie game goes up 100%. He goes overboard, and ends up getting 70k followers and a modeling deal from four different companies LMAO.
Do you know if they're actually throwing an Oscars party??
idk phil said he was going to an oscars party in his liveshow but they usually just throw small parties at their house bc they’re lame which usually consist of wirrow and bryony coming over to drink champagne and cry over cinematography
Magnus: Pictures of dogs he sees on the street and the occasional picture of him with friends out at dinner or something. Always uses the instagram filters on his pics but doesn’t over do it. 300 followers of mostly friends. Has a side account dedicated to his wood working that has a pretty large amount of followers, posts a lot of soothing videos of him carving wood that get shared a lot.
Taako: Instagram STAR, the person you kind of resent for being so popular but you follow them anyways. Really consistent instagram feed with lots of pale purples and whites. Originally only posted outfit photos w/o his face showing for privacy reasons but everyone was really supportive when he decided to do a face reveal and no one resents him for any sizzle it up with taako stuff (all trolls immediately get blocked). Posts a lot of pictures with Kravits with captions like “Sorry everybody he’s mine ;) ;) ;)”
Merle: Two posts. One is one of those really bad facebook memes with a minion or tweety bird or something and some unrelated quote. The other is a semi blurry picture of his kids with like 5 filters overlayed onto it. His only followers are Taako and Magnus and Lucretia
21st century headcanons: les amis and social media
enjolras somehow manages to turn every social media platform into an opportunity for angry political rants (”enjolras, you know people don’t usually use their snapchat story for posting long critiques of the gender binary right?” “yes, so?” “just checking”). but he also posts a lot of candids of his friends with soppy captions that surprise people who don’t know him very well.
combeferre uses facebook a lot but never really to write statuses - he just shares loads of articles and photos and stuff that interests him. his snapchat story is always full of photos of plants and insects - with the proper latin names as the captions - and group selfies, so many group selfies.
grantaire is really into memes, obviously - his fave is pepe, followed by the breadsticks meme. also he has a ‘secret’ side tumblr where where he posts lots of his art, mostly digital paintings of the amis (he’s really shy about it so they pretend not to know it exists but actually most of them check it at least twice a week for new pictures)
courfeyrac considers it his sworn duty to like/favourite/retweet/reblog every single selfie any of his friends ever post, and does so with impressive efficiency (”seriously courf i posted that like 30 seconds ago that’s impressive even for you” “you’re welcome”). he probably owns a selfie stick.
feuilly he really likes photography, and he’s also really good at it; his tumblr is a mixture of his two fav things to photograph: beautiful cityscapes and portraits of his friends, which are always super cute and well composed - like 90% of les amis’ profile pictures have been taken by feuilly. also he’s super into 8tracks and posts new mixes at least twice a week (he always makes mix CDs for peoples birthdays instead of cards)
joly he’s everybody’s best friend on snapchat because he sends all of them like 20 snapchats a day of random things that made him think of them (he does this even when they’re all together in the same room). he really really loves emojis, so half the time he’ll reply to messages with just a series of emojis that the recipient has to decode.
bousset his instagram feed consists entirely of loads of selfies with joly and musichetta on instagram with dorky inside jokes or puns as the captions. he and joly and grantaire have a vine account which is just them doing ridiculous stuff but somehow got really popular (they are now officially banned from vining during meetings because things got out of hand) - gavroche is their number one fan.
jehan they have like four different tumblrs all for different things: one where they post their own poetry and photos they’ve taken of the sky, a personal one that’s mostly justselfies and shitposting, a fandom blog, and one of those weird aesthetic blogs that just posts photos of plastic bags and smashed up plates and shit. also their snapchat story is always like 800 seconds long.
bahorel posts OOTDs on instagram like, every single day (feuilly usually takes them for him) and if he thinks one of his friends is looking particularly good one day he’ll post pictures of them too - it’s usually musichetta or cosette or jehan. constantly getting into arguments with people on social justice facebook groups, but he’s super good at debating so he usually wins. also, he snapchats the rest of les amis literally every time he ever sees a cat.
musichetta she posted some selfies that got hundreds of thousands of notes on tumblr one time and then sort of accidentally became kinda tumblr famous, which she finds hilarious. she gets lots of questions from young girls about sexuality and body image and stuff and lovingly answers every single one.
eponine runs a blog where she posts feminist critique of films and tv shows - chetta and cosette both write guest posts for her every now and again. she doesn’t have many photos of herself as a child so she makes a point of posting loads and loads of photos of gavroche and azelma on facebook and instagram. also her tumblr is unapologetically hipster af
marius he uses old-style emoticons with noses like this :-) (everybody teases him about it but they actually find it really cute) and is really bad at remembering what abbreviations mean so courf usually has to remind him. he’s always the one who uploads photo albums to facebook after parties and stuff, always with a funny thing somebody said as the album title.
cosette she has a youtube account for videos of her singing (marius shares every one she ever posts, naturally, and valjean made her teach him how to use youtube so he could watch and like them all). she’s also super into tumblr astrology - she’ll constantly text everybody to inform them what kind of pasta or whatever they are according to their sign.
Baekhyun tucked his knees up to his chest where he sat at the kitchen table, knocking his bare legs together to the rhythm of Chanyeol’s humming. He was just casually skimming through his Instagram that morning, sipping on a can of Izze as his boyfriend prepared their breakfasts.
He began humming along as he brought the can to his lips and sipped thickly. He silently reveled in the warmth of his pajamas, which consisted of boxers and Chanyeol’s lovely-scented t-shirt. Over his phone screen he admired the view of Chanyeol’s broad back (decorated by a pikachu t-shirt) and the way he expertly stirred the contents of the pan.
“You want to what?” Sebastian looked at you with a disbelieving look. “I think you need to repeat that.”
“It’s simple really, just pretend that we’re dating.” You look at Sebastian with a serious face and it takes him a while for the idea to fully sink in. His face was comical and you held back a laugh. “Think about it, we’re already good friends, the media thinks we’re dating and it’ll get everyone off your back about getting married soon.”
Sebastian lifted your legs from the sofa and sat down. He put them back down and absent-mindedly stroked them. You like Seb, a lot and you knew that it would probably cause a bit of trouble for you all things considered. “I like that idea. What do we do?”
You took out your phone with and snapped a picture of Seb. You laced your hands with his and placed them back on your legs. You posted the picture on Instagram. It looked good and you captioned it with ‘my fave.’
Your phone went crazy with likes and comments. Most of them consisted of ‘goals’ and ‘they’re going out omg’. You showed Sebastian the comments and he looked relieved. It was believable.
Sebastian got a text from a family member asking him why he didn’t tell them. He replied with something along the lines of it just happened. It seemed believable considering that everyone was waiting for you two to date.
Deep down you knew that it was a bad idea to get involved like this with Sebastian considering that you liked him. A lot. “See, it’s working.” Sebastian smiled at you and squeezed your hand, you smiled back and lay your head on the side of the sofa.
You had to go to an event with Sebastian and so you did your hair and makeup just a little nicer than usually and picked out a beautiful dress that you had saved for a special occasion. You ran your hands down your sides and walked to your living room.
You took a shot of tequila and felt the quick burn down your body. Sebastian let himself into your home and hugged you. You grabbed your bag, slipped on your shoes and walked to Sebastian’s car. “Wait a minute.” Sebastian moved your hair out of the way and clasped a necklace onto you. “I thought it would be fitting.”
You looked at the beautiful necklace and thanked him. You climbed into the car and instinctively changed the music on the radio. Sebastian laughed and joined you in singing ‘dollhouse’ by Melanie Martinez. You looked at Sebastian and you couldn’t help but smile at his face.
When you got to the venue, Sebastian grabbed your hand and he held you close to him. Whilst you were used to his cologne, it didn’t help but make you feel dizzy. It was intoxicating.
Flashes of cameras went off around you. Sebastian pulled you closer to him to shield you from the onslaught of screaming reporters and bright lights. You thanked him silently and he kissed the top of your head in a comforting manner.
“Sebastian! Sebastian! Is it true that you’re really dating Y/N?” Reporters waved their arms in the air at him and the pair of you walked over to one of them. Then more microphones were waved in front of you.
Sebastian stood up a little more and spoke. “Yes, Y/N and I have been dating for a while and she makes me really happy.” Sebastian looked at you with a soft smile. You had to remind yourself that he was an actor, it was his job. They shouted and asked you to kiss each other for a picture.
Sebastian cupped your face and kissed you lightly. Cheers from fans echoed to the both of you and Sebastian pulled away from you gently. “I didn’t want to ruin your makeup, I know how annoyed you get.” Sebastian winked at you and you playfully shoved him in response.
The fake relationship was causing a strain on you. Your feelings for Sebastian were getting stronger and stronger but you knew that he did not reciprocate the same feelings for you.
You distanced yourself from Sebastian. At first, it was small but then you didn’t meet up with him unless you had to go to an event. It hurt you and whilst he kept asking what was wrong, you always shrugged it off by saying that you were tired.
You curled up in your bed and watched another episode of ‘Game of Thrones’. You were entranced in the show and so the sound of Sebastian entering your room was not registered.
“Y/N. Why have you been avoiding me?” You jumped at the sound of Sebastian’s voice and you looked up. You shook your head but this time, he was not going to let you get away with it. “Why won’t you talk to me?”
“It’s nothing.” You tried to shake off the voice in your head that told you to tell Sebastian that you liked him. It was off the table.
“One minute you were fine, and the next you’re avoiding me.” Sebastian ran his hand through his hair and he sat on your bed. You shifted away from him a little but the smell of him still drifted to you.
“You wouldn’t understand.” You paused the show and mumbled your words. You avoided his gaze and played with your fingers.
“Try me.” Sebastian let out an exasperated sigh and held your hand. He tried to get you to look at him and you fought every fibre in your body. “Please talk to me.” Sebastian’s voice was soft and smooth.
“Fine. I like you.” You hid your face in shame but you did not stop talking. “I don’t think you understand how difficult it was to just pretend to date you. It sucked to kiss you and then I force myself to remember that you’re an actor. Acting is what you do.”
Sebastian held you and it prevented you from moving. You struggled with him and a stray tear of embarrassment fell. Sebastian wiped it away with the pad of his thumb and your eyes met his blue ones. “It was your idea. Why would you do that?”
“Because I wanted to help you. Okay? That’s why.” You were unsure as to why you were angry but there was a fire growing inside of you. His eyes softened and he stroked your face.
“Do you want to know why I agreed to your stupid idea?” Sebastian tilted your head towards him. You nodded. Your anger had been subdued by Sebastian’s face. “Because I wanted the excuse to call you my girlfriend.”
This ring consists of fly agaric mushrooms which grew in fairy ring (elf circle) pattern around a green grass gemstone.
Lightning strikes, meteorites, shooting stars, earthly vapours, and witches have all been proposed as agents of the origin of fairy rings. They were said to be the marks where the Devil rested his milk churn, the site of witches’ dancing on Walpurgis Night. In Europe, the belief that fungi were the work of evil spirits or witches persisted well into the 19th century. Hence the expression “foolhardy enough to enter a fairy ring”. Trespassers would be struck blind or lame, or even disappear to become slaves in the fairies’ underground realm.
Fly Agaric was well known to the Koryak tribesmen of Kamchatka in Siberia. They would drink an infusion made from the fungus and become intoxicated. Both poisonous and hallucinogenic, Fly Agaric seems to impart a feeling of great strength and stamina—a fact that may provide a clue to the ferocious reputation of the Berserkers, ancient Norse warriors who are said to have consumed the fungus before going into battle.
First experimental painting of a melting dog with my fun new travel brush! I’m GOING TO NYC TOMORROW and planning on doing some on-the-run art!!!! Thanks for all your suggestions for things to do, there will not be a dull moment. Hoping to have some kind of informal “meet up” consisting of me drawing in a public place and inviting you to say hi, stay tuned! #zoesees