The gentle pull of a tide that rolls over and over again and by the sheer nature of its essence it becomes an indestructible will- ripping out sand- eroding what was before it- without a care… a transformational monster-becoming the madness and frenzy of a truly bulletproof wave. I’m not just here for your love, I’m here for all of the love. An overdose of dopamine- we are living inside of M A N I A right now. the never sleeping, never blinking- caught forever in the sunshine riptide. -pw
Welcome to M A N I A - a Fall Out Boy LP. Here’s act #1 “Young and Menace” - video + download/stream.
M A N I A arrives in full September 15th (expect many surprises before then). The M A N I A Tour begins in the U.S. on October 20th. Pre-order the album through our webstore by Sunday night to get a pre-sale code to purchase tickets/VIP packages before anyone else on Monday at 10am local time. To make things easier, and as a thank you to the early birds (helping you catch that 🐛), bundles are being discounted from now through Sunday night. Starting on Monday, bundle prices will go up.
If you can’t get your hands on a bundle this weekend, sign up to our mailing list by Monday morning. A code will get sent out on Monday in the afternoon for you to use on Tuesday. Everyone else will have to wait until Friday when general on sale starts.
Also we’re proud to announce that $1 from every ticket sold will go towards the Fall Out Boy Fund. We created the fund as a way to give back to charities in our hometown of Chicago.
October 20th - Cleveland, OH @ Quicken Loans Arena
October 21st - Saint Louis, MO @ Scottrade Center
October 22nd - St. Paul, MN @ Xcel Energy Center
October 24th - Detroit, MI @ Little Caesars Arena
October 25th - Toronto, ON @ Air Canada Centre
October 27th - Boston, MA @ TD Garden
October 28th - Brooklyn, NY @ Barclays Center
October 29th - Philadelphia, PA @ Wells Fargo Center
November 2nd - Fairfax, VA @ EagleBank Arena
November 3rd - Charlotte, NC @ Spectrum Center
November 4th - Atlanta, GA @ Philips Arena
November 5th - Tampa, FL @ Amalie Arena
November 7th - Houston, TX @ Toyota Center
November 8th - Dallas, TX @ American Airlines Center
November 10th - Denver, CO @ Pepsi Center
November 12th - Seattle, WA @ KeyArena
November 14th - Oakland, CA @ Oracle Arena
November 15th - San Diego, CA @ Viejas Arena
November 17th - Inglewood, CA @ The Forum
November 18th - Phoenix, AZ @ Talking Stick Resort Arena
p.s. Chicago, we didn’t forget about you on the tour. We’re planning something special 💜
1. Be yourself. Live authentically. To quote Dr. Suess, “There is no one alive that is you’er than you.” Don’t try to be someone you’re not to impress people. You will always be happiest when you are being your true self.
2. Contribute to the world in any way that you can. Maybe for you that’s picking up garbage on your way home from work, or giving money to a homeless person on the street, but you will become a more positive person if you are giving back.
3. Be grateful. Acknowledge how fortunate you are and be thankful that you have simple things like heating, food, and shelter. If you are grateful you will always be able to think more positively.
4. Be optimistic. So maybe you missed your 10:30 showing of Beauty And The Beast, are there later showings? Can you plan a rain check? Wouldn’t coffee be nice instead?
5. Surround yourself with positive people. Odds are, if you spend your time with negative people you’ll become more negative. When we are around positive people we become more positive ourselves.
6. Don’t be discouraged. You will never fail until you stop trying!
7. Be a realist. Everyone has their bad days, everyone. Lest, I remind you that Walt Disney, J.K. Rowling, and Steven Spielberg, were all rejected before they ever succeeded.
8. Be like Elsa and let it go. Okay so Elsa may not have been the most positive person at first, but by the end of the movie she learned to make a positive out of what was once a negative situation! Don’t hold on to anger, fear, or hurt. Keep moving forward and forgive others and yourself.
9. Help someone else. It’s so easy to make someone’s entire day. Compliment someone’s new clothes or hair cut, hold doors open for people, smile at strangers and share inspirational quotes with friends. You will feel so much happier and positive if you make someone else feel that way.
10. Kick fear to the curb. Stop letting “what if’s” control your life. Be brave and trying something new, or do something that might scare you. Doing something is always better than doing nothing; you might just surprise yourself!
11. Stop and smell the roses. Appreciate everything around you: sights, smells, music. When we don’t take time to breathe we become stressed.
12. Put down those chips. Junk food might make you feel good for a moment but it will only make you feel unhappy down the road. Swap a milkshake for a smoothie, Soda for a glass of water or a cup of green tea, ice cream for a fruit bowl and so on. We can actually eat a lot more raw foods than processed foods without gaining weight or feeling bloated.
13. Get out there. Make plans! Stop scrolling through instagram and snap stories feeling bad about yourself because it’s a Friday night and you’re at home. It’s always nice to stay in every now and then but it’s also enjoyable to get out into the world and socialize.
14. Get your beauty sleep. 7 hours minimum to function and 8 ideally. It’s impossible to be positive when you’re cranky from not getting enough z’s.
15. Exercise. Find the exercise for you. Maybe it’s swimming, hiking, cycling, yoga, dance, or basketball. Working out will make you feel powerful, happy, and accomplished.
16. Don’t compare yourself to others. Other people’s beauty does not take away from your own. Yes, Sarah from math class has a really nice smile…but have you seen yours? Wow.
17. Accept yourself. Change what you can change and love what you can’t.
18. Don’t sweat the small stuff. Take yourself out of the situation. Is this really a big deal? Will it affect you tomorrow? What about next week? Next month?
19. Be empathetic. Your friend just cancelled your plans for the evening because he is feeling too anxious. What can you say to show him that you’re accepting of his situation? Can you offer up an alternative plan? People want to spend time with people who are kind and accepting of them.
20. Accept that life isn’t linear. There are always going to be ups and downs and that is absolutely normal! You just have to ride the wave instead of letting yourself drown.
being a witch and living in a tiny dorm or apartment is a hassle… but here’s some (cheap and easy) tips to make your life a lot easier coming from a college witch!
quick note: if you are a student, you can get six months free of amazon prime with a student email account, and from then on out prime is only $50 instead of $100! amazon is a great place for tons of cheaper witchy resources (and really worth it for textbooks).
crystals! whether you’re sharing a room with someone or in a room by yourself, plenty of people collect and use crystals. check for local flea markets or see if there is an occult shop in your area, there’s bound to be some there. great starter crystals are clear quartz (an essential crystal), amethyst, and rose quartz!
📚 the library! your school library will have some sort of resources. also don’t worry about people thinking you’re strange for checking out books on magick… i promise they don’t care!
🕯 candles and incense! when i lived in a dorm, i hated not being able to light candles and burn incense. invest in some battery powered candles! you can get packs at local dollar stores or walmarts. as for aroma related magick, purchase some oils and mix them with some salt water and spray them around your room! oil warmers or wax warmers are also wonderful alternatives.
📖 a grimoire/book of shadows! i highly suggest keeping a personal book. no, you don’t have to get some elaborate leather bound book that came straight out of hocus pocus for it to be legit. you could find a sketchbook somewhere, use a three ring binder, or buy a hardback book at a thrift store and paint over the pages! your book is what you make of it. it is your own novel of personal magical experiences and knowledge, so make it your own!
🌵 plants! invest in cacti and succulents especially if you are a beginner or live in a tight space, they’re easy to manage throughout the rough mishaps and late nights of school work. cacti are great for protection and banishing negativity, where succulents bring love and healing. both plants can represent the ability to survive through conditions others cannot. if you have a balcony, take advantage!
⚗️ jars! now is a great time to collect containers from thrift stores, gather old pickle jars, and look for sales and coupons craft stores may have since most of them will have all sorts of neat jars.
🔮 an altar! if you don’t have a roommate to worry about, great! do your thing. if you do (and the don’t exactly seem cool with the whole witch thing), you can make a subtle altar of candles, crystals, and some plants or flowers. they don’t have to be elaborate. you could keep a small altar in a shoe box or draw one in your bos/grimoire! get creative!
✍️ sigils! use sigils. abuse sigils. put them everywhere. write them in binders or on your skin, write them on sticky notes or ripped paper and put them places you’ll see them or bury them outside. sleep with a protective one under your pillow. there’s so many things to do and its so easy to use them!
get creative! you can make crystals out of salt (another thing you should invest in), learn how to read playing cards if you can’t afford a tarot deck, and never forget you can find the coolest things at thrift stores. paint can be your best friend!
☕️ tea and coffee! a keurig is a wonderful investment. whether you like coffee or tea, it gives you boiling water fast without leaving a dorm. enchant your keurig and remind yourself of the properties in your drink to help you learn.
decorating! take advantage of things like twinkle lights and washi tape! if you don’t know about washi tape, its a decorating tape that does not damage walls. create constellations or sigils with washi tape on your walls! amazon also sells many cheap tapestries. give yourself a comfortable and pleasant space to live and work!
⏳ plan! enchant your planners to help you remember due dates, and while you’re at it, keep track of moon phases and other events! many calendars will tell you when full moons are.
meditate! this is something i find very important to stay sane during hard semesters. if you have a roommate, maybe meditate in the morning or late at night laying in bed. you could also meditate when they have classes. its okay if you cant every day, but its important to remember to save time for you.
walks! if you live in a dorm there’s a big chance you’ll be walking to class. enjoy these walks with nature, read outside every now and again, but make sure that you are always safe.
take your time! you do not have to collect all of these things in a week, month, or even year. witchcraft is all about intent and energy. you hold the power, the items are only there to help. manifest your own power, collect at your own pace.
🔎research! always research properties of things. buy cheap dried herbs from grocery stores and work with them, figure out what to put in your coffee to help you with your day, and learn how to enchant crystals to help you feel a little more confident about your studies. most importantly, learn to balance your studies and your witchy research, and don’t let witchcraft get in the way of your schoolwork. school should come first always!
i hope this helped some of you college witches, new and experienced! i am always open to answer questions! happy casting!
There is someone sending people this copy and pasted message about my launchgood campaign for my uncle and in the case you see this, I just want everyone to know my uncle died last night awaiting his liver transplant he so desperately needed and we fully intend on giving back the 17 479 dollars we raised for him.
As for the accusations: I have provided every possible piece of documentation illustrating his need for a transplant without sacrificing my uncle’s family’s dignity and I am willing to provide more thorough documentation (as I said in the launchgood post itself) if you send me an email at email@example.com.
Not only did I not delete any of my posts (you can see them all on my blog) and not only did I fully answer all questions about the matter (those are also on my blog if you search through my asks) and not only are we FULLY returning each and every donation–but my uncle DIED last night. His family’s lives are destroyed and they’ve done every humiliating thing to prove that he needed the transplant that caused his death.
I’m being told I should not care about these messages but there is apparently a Reddit thread using my uncle’s name as an example of internet scams?? I am so heartbroken that my beloved and loving uncle didnt get the lifesaving treatment he deserved but now he is being slandered after he actually died??
Please stop spreading these messages and literally reach out to me if you have any questions I am willing to answer all of them. This wasn’t a scam, we’re returning the money to everyone and all the documentation of my uncle’s transplant can be found here: launchgood.com/SaveShabahat
Sometimes it’s still so, so hard to believe that we became these people that are worlds away from each other now. Hard to believe that you were everything, you know? You had me at night and in the morning and every hour in between. It’s hard to love someone after they’ve shown you parts of themselves that don’t really fit with the rest of the picture that you’ve made for yourself, you know? Like, God, you really really hurt me but you’ve also made me so happy and how can you be both of those people at once? Where does it all fit? You made me question so much. You made me question all your love and every touch and the point is, really, that you can blame me for the distance and the timing all you want, but you’re still the one who turned themselves into a stranger. You’re still the one who made me wonder why I even wanted to stay at all.
An Aquarius was throwing and making a mess in his own room after he found out that she, his girlfriend, had finally moved on without him. I looked as he cuss and threw away some of the mementos of her, and finally stopped when he found an old photo of them together at a photobooth. He sat down and started to burst into tears. “If only.. If only I told her everything, and hadn’t kept it all in, maybe she would’ve stayed..” he said through the tears.
An Aries looked through his twitter and found a picture of his ex with someone else, he let out a soft chuckle. “Oh shit..” he laughed, and slowly he stood up and continued to laugh. “Look at this. Look at her.. Oh, she’s.. she’s fucking hilarious.” He slowly started to laugh so hard, and I watched as he began to shake and slowly made his way to the balconey and started to scream about her, just screamed her name and called her names and how he hated her but finally he broke down and cried.
A Cancer started shaking and tries to grab his phone out of our reach. “Please, let me just call her..” we shook all our heads and told him to just stay put. He begged that it’ll be just for tonight. We told him that he has had enough, but he wouldn’t listen. He wanted to call her so bad, but the truth is.. she’s about to have her wedding in a week, and he was going to tell her he still loves her after all these years.
A Capricorn and I were out in mid-town late at night, and he had too much to drink. He sways as he walks, and suddenly one of Bryson Tiller’s songs played through one of the bars nearby and he let go of me and sang through the whole verse. He finally stopped and looked at me and said, “This shit, that’s me. I wished God would saved her for me. That’s it, and fuck.. I’m not really at my best at the moment, but I loved her.”
A Gemini breath out smoke after inhaling his cigarette and he looked at the city lights from our view. “I miss her..” was all he said, taking another inhale from his cigarette. He looked at me and gave me a small smile and back at view.
A Leo drank with me, and place an arm around my shoulders and said, “I shouldn’t drink too much. These crazy thoughts are hunting me again, and I just want to crush the world. Ha, oh she’s in my head. My ex, you know? She’s in here again and.. fuck! I hate her. I miss her. You know we’re talking again, right but just as "friends”? I want more than that..“ He gave me a small playful slap on the cheek and walked to get another drink. It’s going to be a long night.
A Libra rushed to her house, knocking at her apartment door. But it was locked. Ran back downstairs and started calling her name out her window, trying to get her attention. She finally opened the window and told him to leave. I watched from the car, as he asked for her forgiveness. She shook her head and said it was too late for him.
A Pisces admitted to me how he still thinks about his ex, and how he still calls out her name and how his mind would play memories of her every single day. He can’t stand the nights because his mind would play her, her voice, her smile, the way she would call him everyday and she was his rock. As he sits here with me, tears roll down his cheek and he said, "Now here I am still holding on to her, just waiting for a sign that maybe she’d come back, and maybe we can try again.. but also maybe she’s with someone else, who.. who treats her well than I could’ve had and.. I want her to be happy, I do, but I wish.. right now.. she could be happy with me, and I am so selfish for it..”
A Sagittarius once said that he used to think too much about the relationship and how every time he was with her he would start to overthink every scenario of how she would leave him, and he would tell her and she would shook her head and promised him she would never leave… and now that she’s gone he still can’t stop thinking about her..
A Scorpio said to me, “I’m just not too sure if I could ever ask her to come back. I really messed up, you know? I could try, but would she ever give me another chance to prove to her my real worth? Can she really do that..?” I was a little loss for words. Knowing Scoprio and how he is, he seemed to be really serious about her. I just didn’t know what to say.
A Taurus and I passed by a coffee shop and he paused and peered through and saw his ex with someone else, and she’s laughing and holding this man’s hand. He gritted his teeth and his fist clenched. I put a hand on his shoulder and told him to let it go. It’s been years since they’ve together and been a two years after their break up. He slowly looked down in defeat and sighed. He walked off ahead of me..
A Virgo and I were driving out late one night around the city, and all the songs he played were just old, sad R&B music and I would watch him from time to time as he mumbled some of the lyrics to himself and would let out a small smirk when the singer goes and says, “I love you and miss you..” and he shook his head. We pulled up to a parking lot, and he got out and looked at me and said, “I do miss her, but do you think she misses me..?”
How would draco react to going on the camping trip with the golden trio? If harry and draco were in a relationship and he refused to stay behind like ginny, what would happen? I have this vision in my head of draco cursing out nature and asking the heavens why did he have to fall in love with harry bloddy potter!
I can totally see that. I definitely think Draco would be the complaining type.
“Yes, Potter, all of this stuff I packed is necessary and I cannot get rid of a single thing.”
“For Merlin’s sake could you stop almost dying every five seconds!”
““No, Potter, I most certainly will not eat whatever that is that you’re pretending is food. I’d rather starve to death than be killed by your cooking.”
“I should’ve known this was going to be a disaster. Just look at where we’re camped out. There are sticks and dirt and we can’t even use magic to warm ourselves up right now I’m going to freeze to death and I’ll have you know it will be all your fault, Potter.”
But also, for all of Draco’s complaining there would be things like…
Draco refusing to sleep all night, his fingers tracing the dark circles under Harry’s eyes as he fitfully sleeps
Draco doing whatever small things he can to bring Harry comfort, like warming charms when its safe to do so, or a cushioning charm on the ground. And he doesn’t say anything because it seems stupid and insignificant in the face of trying to escape Voldemort but he feels useless and wants to take care of Harry
Sleepless nights with their back to a tree, shivering in the dark, dirty and cold but both breathing, both alive; and that’s enough
Draco whispering every night when Harry falls asleep “I’m gonna love you forever you fucking idiot so don’t you dare die on me.”
Draco pretending he is horrified by Harry’s cooking and refusing to eat, getting Harry completely pissed off, except the only reason Draco does it is so that Harry will eat his portion of food because Harry looks so weak, so thin and Draco knows he won’t eat it any other way so he does whatever it takes to give Harry the only kind of strength he can offer
In first year, the first time the five boys ever walked into their new home for the next seven years, could have been mayhem. But they had all eaten muchhhh too much food and so the fighting and mucking around was, thankfully kept to a minimum.
Sirius immediately dived onto the bed furthest from the door, not even bothering to unpack or undress before falling into a wriggly sleep. James bagged the bed next to him, mostly because it was also next to the window with the best view of the Quidditch pitch. Peter managed to sneak the bed next to James. Remus just lay down and quietly closed the curtains on another bed, far away from any window views that may show a certain grey orb.
The next morning, however, everyone in the room was woken at 5 in the morning by James jumping up and down on his bed and running around the dorm in a nervous/ over-excited state.
Sirius tries to keep his bed as messy as possible, it was a strange way he used to piss his mother off at home, but his aristocratic nature glitters through sometimes and some of the boys can catch him plumping his pillows or straightening the sheets occasionally. He also leaves his pyjamas under his pillow each morning but mention it and you’ll get hexed. He is usually pretty good at cleaning up after himself and he always has his clothes in the right places, oh, except for his underwear, for some reason that just ends up everywhere?? under the bed, on the floor, in the shower, in James’ bed??? But other than that and the fact that he keeps trying to do homework in his bed and spills ink everywhere every time, he’s pretty good.
You would be proud of James if you saw his area, all nice and clean, nothing lying around… and then you would look a little closer. Every. single. item. he owns is jammed either under the bed, in his trunk, in the bedside table. I mean stuffed, it’s dirty and disgusting and packed full the brim and there is a funny smell coming from one part??? But somehow he just knows where everything is. Quidditch robes? Sticks his hand into the pile at the top of the bed and out they come. Borrow a quill? Sticks his hand into a jar rolled under a mound of unfolded clothes and out comes three. He does it in that way mums do with their purses, because you know.. he’s mum friend™. You don’t need to hide anything when it’s such a jumble only you can understand it.
Peter tried to copy James with his piles of shit, but it really stressed him out so he had to go and fold everything after like half an hour. He is the only cleaner in the room, going around picking dirty towels and clothes up off the floor for people. All his stuff organised and well kept and very aesthetically pleasing for some reason? He also always seems to have food somewhere, usually bedside table draw that he will pull out whenever it is needed, which is a lot.
Overall our boys do pretty well, nothing too unhygienic, pretty clean considering they are teenage boys.. oh wait I forgot Remus.
Remus is a fucking disaster. Like actually helpless/useless. His crap is e.v.e.r.y.w.h.e.r.e… except his bed. Ties on top of beds, shirts all over the floor every time, trousers hanging on the shower, hairbrush where his toothbrush should be, jumper on the outside of the window??? I mean he just can’t even get it together enough to find his own set of clothes because god knows where he threw his shit last night so mostly he just wears James’ school uniform until he is too embarrassingly tall for it and then every morning James has to dive into the shit and pull out Remus’ stuff from under the carpet or tangled in the drapes while Remus lies face down on the pillow and refuses to get up. He keeps his bag nicely packed but that is it. Also used to keep a massive stash of chocolate under his bed but he forgot it was there one day and it all melted and was fucking gross so now Peter looks after it for him.
Shower routine is James at like 4am because dis boy does not sleep and goes running when you shouldn’t. Peter is usually next, he gets up in time to have a nice shower. Remus usually doesn’t bother in the morning because he can barely make it to breakfast. Sirius takes a year in the shower every morning but may start crying if you leave without him so you just have to pound on the door and hope he can hear you over his singing. it’s dreadful btw.
The boys usually convene on James’ bed but once they are too big to lay on top of each other on it, they make a cute little circle in the middle to sit up and plan pranks/eat snacks with one of Remus’ mini, not flammable fires in the centre of them.
James once tried to fly his broom in the dorm on a dare and broke Peter’s bed.
Remus once fell asleep on the steps in front of the dorm because.. he is Remus and it was almost a full moon, so the boys just draped him in blankets and left him there.
There about fifty stains in places you can’t even imagine all over the room and they were all Sirius.
Peter sticks sticky notes and pictures and sheets of parchment all over the walls all the time.
There are numerous scorch marks in the ceiling. Enough said.
From fourth year they have an ‘if the curtains are drawn don’t open them’ rule because James tried to get into Sirius’ bed to chat about three times without noticing that Sirius was in bed with Remus and was deeply offended that they were scheming without him until he realised they weren’t doing much talking…..
there were also many other instances of each of them walking in on each other in very private situations with other people because all four boys were much too comfortable with each other.
they then had to instigate a no walking around the dorm naked rule because Sirius kept doing it when there were girls in there.
They all carved their initials into their bedposts in 6th year and then went back and added ‘i solemnly swear that I am up to no good.’ on James headboard and ‘mischief managed.’ on Sirius’ in 7th year. it was that lucky guess that let fred and george guess the marauder’s map passwords
the window sill is semi-permanently covered in cigarette and joint butts.
Sirius left about a thousand lipstick stains on the mirror.
Lily kept leaving her shampoo in the shower in the seventh year and Peter liked it so much he wouldn’t give it back.
They all share one spray on deodorant for some reason?
They had a routine of not going to sleep until every one of them was back. They also said ‘goodnight’ to each other every night with out fail, no matter how bad the argument or problem.
They were basically so comfortable, so in-sync with each other that you would have walked into the Gryffindor boys room and thought it was a family.
uhm….i really can’t believe that i already hit 500?? and i remade like a week ago?? thank you all so much for following me and making this such an enjoyable place for me to be i love you all so much 💘 i’ve been here since 2010 when will i leave
so i decided to do a follow forever and include all the amazing blogs that i follow, i hope you all have a wonderful day and know how much you all mean to me 💐
☼ - i love you with my whole heart ♡ - favourite blogs that i would sell my soul for 💌 - hover there’s a love letter for you~
transcript of the speech i gave at Vassar’s black baccalaureate service
Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen, honored guests, and the Vassar class of 2017.
Just saying that aloud made me feel old. Class of 2017? Most of y'all were born after dark-skinned Aunt Viv left the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. That’s wild.
I want to first thank you for allowing me to be a part of such a special moment in your lives. I am honored, privileged, and a bit in disbelief that you asked me of all people to give this address. I try not to have feelings, and I’m going to do my best not to cry today, but no promises.
I’m here to stand in the gap between you and your parents and guardians and any other elders in your lives that you stopped listening to because you thought they were wack and out of touch. I remember being in your shoes not TOO long ago, and it is my fervent prayer that something that I say here today will help you avoid some of the mess I went through.
To be honest I’m a little nervous, but I figured there was no way could this be worse than when Betsy DeVos went down to Bethune-Cookman, so let’s get started.
As you transition to life after Vassar the changes will be both inevitable and swift, so I’d like to begin by giving you some well-intentioned advice and warning you about the continued process of becoming an adult.
Or that one time Lance decided to live-stream when he really should’ve been resting. The (established) klance YouTuber AU that no one asked for, but you’re all getting. Domestic klance sharing an apartment is my jam, and throwing a little angst in there is a bonus.
I’m actually really happy with this, and if people like it I might do an actual long AU thing with this setting, so feedback is appreciated! For now though, just a one-shot. This is also proof that the best writing for me happens at 3 AM… oops. I hope you enjoy!!
Psst @taylor-tut this is that thing I not-so-discreetly mentioned in my tags, have a wonderful day.
Lance McClain was a rulebreaker in
every way, except for one thing. He believed it was always necessary
to have a routine, and never stray from it. If asked, he’d inform you
that a steady routine was the foundation for a steady life.
Showering every morning, brushing his
teeth every night, thinking of a cheesy one-liner for Keith each day
without fail, the list went on. Little things.
One of his many routines was to
live-stream, always on Sundays. Because who did anything besides sit
at home, definitely not with a hangover, on Sunday?
New videos went up on Wednesdays, but
the carefully edited ones on YouTube and his live-streams were very
different. Many fans even preferred seeing him live, mainly because
he couldn’t stop himself from making bad jokes, and was usually too
lazy to straighten his bedhead.
And they would always ask him to go
bother Keith in the next room, which Lance more often than not was
obliged to do.
So when he woke up late one Sunday
with a killer headache and a stuffy nose, Lance wasn’t about to let
it get in the way of his routine.
He discovered a note from Keith on the
kitchen table that said he’d be out running errands, and Lance
lamented that he hadn’t been awake to tell Keith to get soup. After
shooting him a quick text, the only response Lance got was “You
don’t even like soup.”
Lance chuckled softly, which quickly
led to a series of wet coughs. Clearing his throat, he began to set
up his camera, wrapped himself up in blankets, and started the
“Hey guys,” he said with a small
wave, and winced at how raspy his voice sounded. He sniffled, and
edged the off-screen box of tissues closer to him.
The chat was quickly flooded with
“HELLO”’s and “LANCE!”’s. By now, all the fans knew when he
went live. Lance was, however, surprised to see several inquiries
about his health.
There were quite a few “Are you
okay”’s, and even some “You seem sick”’s, with one of Lance’s
personal favorites being “You look like shit.”
He read off the last comment with a
short laugh. “Thanks, KeiththeKutie05.” Then, as an afterthought,
he added, “Nice name.”
After a short pause of him continuing
to scan the chat, he spoke again. “I’m fine though, just got a cold
or something. Nothing could stop me from live-streaming!”
As the viewers seemed satisfied with
this response, Lance wasn’t surprised to see the usual repetition of
“Where’s Keith?” in the chat. He sighed.
“Mullet Boy is running errands,”
Lance told them, rolling his eyes for effect. “Probably going out
to buy a new pair of fingerless gloves.”
Keith and Lance had been sharing an
apartment for some time now, and the Internet was very invested in
their relationship, or so it seemed. Keith was annoyed by the whole
thing at first, but Lance found it entertaining that his fans seemed
to like Keith better than him. Lance could, admittedly, relate.
Eventually, the accidental publicity
that came with dating a YouTuber inspired Lance to make a collab
channel for them, though Keith never got his own. He insisted that he
was too awkward to film anything by himself, which Lance secretly
Numerous people began telling Lance to
prank Keith when he came back, to which Lance grinned. Playing tricks
on Keith during live-streams had become somewhat of a tradition in
and of itself. “Maybe I will,” Lance tapped his chin
thoughtfully. “You guys got any ideas?”
Lance read through some of the
responses but saw nothing particularly appealing, then perked up at
someone asking when he’d do a video with Hunk again.
“Actually, I got some good news for
you guys,” Lance declared, sneezing into his elbow before
continuing. “Hunk and I are going to be playing videogames on
Pidge’s channel sometime next week, and Hunk has both of us coming
over to his and Shay’s for a baking video. I haven’t decided what we
should do for my part yet. Maybe a Q & A?”
Once again, Lance’s eyes scanned
through the suggestions until his eyes snagged on one he liked.
“Cards Against Humanity, huh? With YouTube’s shitty new rules it
could get demonetized, but I do love that game, so why not? I’m
positive Pidge owns it, and I can tell them to bring it over. Maybe I
can even convince Keith to play with us.”
Lance couldn’t help but smile at the
enthusiastic response that got.
“I think I’m going to get myself
some more coffee,” Lance decided, looking down at the empty mug
resting on a coaster. “Last night Keith made me watch this really
scary movie, so I naturally had trouble falling asleep. Gotta have
coffee to keep myself functioning. Do you guys prefer coffee or tea?
Keith and I are both coffee people, but he likes his black. No sugar
or anything, disgusting if you ask me.”
Lance almost regretted this comment as
a war of opinions on black coffee slowly took over his computer
“Well, anyway, I’m gonna go to the
kitchen real quick. I’d bring my laptop but… I’d probably spill
coffee on it, and we can’t have that.”
Lance stood, and was about to start
towards the next room when his vision abruptly blurred and refocused.
He knew immediately something was wrong.
His legs felt like jelly, and the room
seemed to spin as he took a single step forward. Had he only been
fine when he was sitting? Lance had half the mind to sit right back
down, but his brain was growing muddled, and direction simply didn’t
Lance’s migraine flared abruptly in
intensity, and then suddenly the wood floor was rushing up to meet
him. Everything went dark.
Keith glanced at his phone as he moved
around to the back of the car, where he’d stored the groceries, and
had to repress a fond smile at the Twitter notification on the
screen. Lance was, apparently, live-streaming. Keith thought he might
actually miss his time-slot for once, but he figured by now he should
be used to the Cuban boy’s dedication to routine.
Lance’s channel got some negative
feedback from more ‘sophisticated’ YouTubers for being… all over
the place. A dedicated beauty guru, or PrinceLotor as his channel was
called, had dragged Lance on Twitter on more than one occasion.
Lance was anything but consistent when
it came to videos. He did whatever he felt like doing that week, and
the fans loved it. Sometimes he played songs on his guitar, sometimes
he did prank-calls. He would film Q&A’s, or tell stories about
all the interesting stuff that happened in his life— Lance’s bad
luck was rather famous. He recommended TV shows, did hauls of what he
got for holidays, vlogged on occasion when he went to stores, you
But Lance’s favorite thing to do were
Hunk, an incredibly smart engineer,
had a baking channel as a hobby, and Lance was his favorite
Pidge was a newer gaming channel, but
their obsession with theorizing about the game’s lore while playing
and busting other fan theories made them grow in popularity quickly.
For two player games, Lance was ideal.
Allura was an extremely popular beauty
channel, and Lance let her give him makeovers whenever she wanted to.
Shiro could use extra actors in his short films.
And Keith… well, the two of them had
a channel together that had no pattern whatsoever, much to Lance’s
dislike. Absolutely spontaneous and random, usually doing things by
popular fan request, like dancing or karaoke. And uploads were by no
Keith was surprised at how much he had
started to enjoy it. Lance had been telling him he should start an
art channel, with animations and speedpaints and the like, and Keith
wasn’t… that opposed to the idea. It could be a useful
source of income, to help with all the debt he would come into after
graduating college. But he’d never tell Lance.
Without thinking too much of it, Keith
swiped right across his screen, taking him to Lance’s tweet about the
live-stream in order to like it. He was about to close his phone
again and begin taking groceries up to their apartment when his eyes
snagged on something odd.
Lots of the replies to Lance’s tweet
mentioned him, particularly the recent ones, even tagging him in it.
Keith couldn’t fathom why they would be talking about him if he
wasn’t on the stream, unless Lance was complaining about him live
Keith bristled. Lance better not be
still annoyed at him for the movie the last night. Signs
wasn’t scary at all, and not even a real horror movie! Lance
simply stated that ‘he didn’t mess with aliens.’
But when he looked at all the
mentions, Keith felt his irritation give way to confusion, and then
“KEITH GET TO UR APARTMENT”, “YOU
BETTER GO CHECK ON LANCE”, “HOLY SHIT HES COLLAPSED KEITH HURRY
YA ASS UP”, and the one that really sent Keith reeling “UH GUYS
IS IT JUST ME OR DID WE WITNESS LANCE’S DEATH ON CAMERA?”
Keith slammed the trunk, all groceries
forgotten as he sprinted into the apartment building and ran for the
stairs. They only lived on the third floor, and he was not about to
wait for the slow, crowded elevator.
He fumbled to fit his key in the lock
and opened the door to the living room, only to spot the
live-streaming set up, with no Lance. Keith rushed forward, but drew
up short when he realized that Lance was in fact passed out on the
floor in front of the couch.
“Oh my god— Lance!” Keith sank
down beside him, turning his boyfriend over. “Lance, are you okay?
Can you hear me?”
Lance’s eyes opened slowly, and Keith
felt relief flood his system, despite the uncharacteristically pale
skin. “K-Keith? Wha… I thought you were shopping?”
“I’m back,” Keith answered
shortly, wincing as he pressed a hand onto Lance’s forehead. “Jeez,
you’re on fire. Why didn’t you tell me you were this sick?!”
“Are you a fire?” Lance mumbled
under his breath, and Keith furrowed his brows in confusion.
“What? No, Lance, I was saying you
have a fever.”
“Because you’re hot and I want
s'more,” Lance continued, as if he hadn’t heard him at all. Keith
was suddenly painfully aware that the live-stream was still going,
and that his face was even more flushed than Lance’s, and not because
of a fever.
Keith glanced at the computer sitting
on the coffee table briefly, noting that most of the chat was full of
random keyboard smashing. He smiled apologetically. “At least he’s
conscious,” he shrugged, hoisting Lance up off the floor and
propping one of his arm’s around Keith’s shoulder. “I’m going to
take this idiot to the hospital, he’s way too hot.”
“So you finally admitted it,”
Lance’s voice was barely audible, and Keith glanced back down to see
him grinning up at Keith tiredly.
“I meant your temperature, dumbass.
Next time, tell me when you’re not feeling well.”
You can’t tell me Yakov wasn’t channeling his inner Dad when he:
-tried to stop Victor from running after what looked like was a train-wreck in the making. -still drove him to the airport anyway. -burst into a tantrum about how self-centered his son is on TV because he wouldn’t just listen and stay home. -was totally leery of the Katsuki kid his boy Victor is head over heels for. -insisted that Victor come home (before he makes a mistake and gets heartbroken by a one night stand offer.) -sulked and ignored Victor like a dad who won’t budge over his unsavory opinions on who his son chooses to date. -refused to spend dinner with Victor and this sketchy pole dancer and likely got annoyed that his son didn’t insist that he go -could barely look his son’s crush in the eye even when he was his coach-for-a-day (“This guy? This guy is seducing my son?”) -terribly awkward around his son’s boyfriend, especially after he realizes that he might not be so bad after all -is probably now dreading saying his speech at Victor and Yuuri’s wedding, because it’ll be tough explaining how he’s actually warmed up to this anxious, bespectacled Japanese man his boy Victor is besotted with. -is also probably spending every night working on that speech right now, word for word, and reluctantly asking Lilia for her opinion.
Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au
Pairing: Reader x Hoseok
Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.
• pairing: kim seokjin x reader • genre/warnings: smut, dirty talk, dom! Jin • words: 7,520 → summary: you’ve been lusting after your brother’s best friend for a while now, ever since you met him at a house party, flirting it up a storm as you failed to realise who the other was. That was months ago now and things are still awkward, but you can’t ignore the sexual tension that’s simmers between the two of you…and it keeps getting worse…
How do you think each other the losers would behave at a high school party
Bill: Bill is kinda the one in charge, he takes care of everything and tries to be sure everyone is having a good time. He doesn’t drink that much (maybe a couple of beers but nothing too strong, so he can watch over the others) and spends the night talking with new people and laughing at his friends absurdity (also join them sometimes!)
Ben: Ben used to be really nervous about going to parties with his friends at first, but slowly, he realised how much he loved it, and now the boy is fully enjoying the nights spending with his friends. He’s always the one choosing the musics for the parties because boy sure have good tastes!!
Richie:the Party Boy. Richie is always the most drunk at every party. He spends the night dancing and talking super loud, making stupid jokes about stupid things and then laughing for an hour about it. He always ends up naked/on the roof/completely dressed in the swimming pool. He’s like a clumsy tornado of energy, but even if he‘s a fucking mess, his friends love having him around at parties Eddie: The Mom Friend of the night. Eddie spends the party worrying about richie his friends when they’re drinking, claming non stop how bad alcohol is for your health, and how Dangerous the things Richie does are??? iS He On The FUCKING RoOf???!!! He tries to clean up all the mess but Bill is always there to tell him everything is ok and he should relax and have some fun
Beverly: the Party girl!!! Beverly doesn’t need alcohol to be the fucking Dancing Queen on the dancefloor. She really enjoys partying with her friends and is probably the one who hold alcohol the best. she wins every drinking games and then starts to dance like nothing happened and wow??? how she do that
Stan: Stan isn’t really into going to parties but once he’s in the mood (and had a couple of beers) he starts singing and dancing like a Fucking Prodige, and does all the songs on the karaoke machine. At the end of the night, he always starts telling his friends how much he loves them and cares about them, drunkly hugging them (but will never admit he did, the next morning)
Mike: Mike doesn’t drink alcohol either during the party but still loves spending his time watching all his friends doing stupid stuff and dancing like crazy. He’s always the one taking pictures/video during the parties then show them in the morning to everyone, laughing hysterically while all the Losers are Terribly Embarassed.
Hii! I know it’s been forever since I wrote something and I’m very sorry. There’s been so much on my mind lately and so many things that made me feel overwhelmed and I just needed to sort it out. This is kind of very loosely based on ‘Love me or leave me’ by Little Mix because someone requested it. I hope you like it. I plan on writing a second part.xxx
“Well, maybe I don’t fucking care anymore!”
It seemed like his booming voice made the whole house vibrate. It seemed like it cut right through Y/N. His words felt like he took a knife and rammed it into her heart and to top it all off he twisted it slowly so the pain had time to spread.
These last weeks felt like nothing but pain for her. He was never home and even when he was he somehow wasn’t. She let him in and he pushed her away. He pushed her so far away she couldn’t feel him anymore.
“Why are you still here then!?”
She had had enough. If he didn’t care anymore he could walk out the door and never come back.
Harry scoffed, turned around and walked up the stairs. When he slammed the bedroom door shut Y/N could feel the last bit of connection between them slipping away completely.
It’s never been this harsh. They slammed doors and yelled hurtful things before but it’s never been like this. Somehow this felt final.
She didn’t know how it happened, how everything between them began to crumble. But it did.
She didn’t feel his loving touch in at least three months. She didn’t hear his loving words in at least three months.
They fought almost every day and when they didn’t fight they didn’t talk to each other at all. Mornings were spent alone and cold, both waking up at their own times without a good morning kiss or a cuddle or anything at all. Nights were even worse. They went to sleep in the same bed but facing away from each other. They never solved their problems before bed. They broke their rule every single night and went to bed angry.
And even though right now Y/N might think it would be better if their paths would part she also knew she wouldn’t recover from it. Harry was the love of her life. She knew she could never be happy without him.
And so she broke down. Ugly sobs and fat tears. The whole weight of the last few months finally got too much and she couldn’t take it anymore. She was sure she’s never cried this much in her entire life. She was sure she never felt so hurt but numb at the same time before.
She didn’t know what the hell went wrong. What she did to push him away. What she did that made him stop loving her. He doesn’t love you anymore.
Those were the words that constantly replayed in her head, after every fight. He hates me.
She couldn’t find another explanation. That was the only reason she could think of as to why he wasn’t interested in fixing things between them.
When she met him she was sure he was the most wonderful person she’s ever met. He looked at her as if she was the most important thing on earth. He cooked the most delicious dinner for her. He held doors for her. He made her laugh and feel appreciated.
When she really got to know him she was knocked off her feet. He was the most gentle and loving man she could have ever imagined. He was there for her. He was the place she ran to when the world overwhelmed her. He was her happy place. Her home.
When things got a bit rough they stuck together. They were a team. They faced everything together and fought through it.
Y/N was the happiest girl ever. She thought she found her forever. Her happily ever after.
Until the perfect relationship began to change into great, then good, then normal and then…
Into whatever they had now.
She couldn’t take it anymore. And the worst thing was that there was no way out of this hell. They can’t go back to where they’ve once been. And parting ways? No fucking way could she survive without him.
It was three hours and twenty tissues later when Harry finally exited the bedroom and came down the stairs. Y/N was standing in front of the big living room window which had a view over what seemed like half of London. Her back was turned to Harry, her hair messy and her frame slightly shaking.
She knew that whatever would come now would change everything. She knew that they reached a point were something had to happen. Anything.
Harry took a deep breath and took the last few step towards her. Y/N closed her eyes when she felt his warmth. She hadn’t felt it in so long.
When he reached his hand out thread his fingers through hers she flinched. Harry could feel his heart breaking at her reaction to his touch. He closed the gap between them and pressed his chest flush against her back. That’s when Y/N started to cry again. Her whole body shook with the force of her tears and the whimpers and sobs seemed to get louder with every passing second.
“Shhh.” Harry tried to calm her and finally wrapped his arms around her from behind.
He nuzzled his face into her neck where she always smelled so good and that’s when he realized how long he hasn’t done that.
Y/N moved her arms so she could intertwine both her hands with his. She didn’t remember the last time she held his hand. She used to love his hands so much, always playing with his fingers and kissing his knuckles.
Harry kept pressing tiny kisses to her shoulder and squeezed her tighter to him every time a whimper left her lips.
They stood like that for at least ten minutes before Y/N turned around in his arms and hugged him again. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, his hands stroking softly over her back while her hands were fisting his shirt. She couldn’t get close enough. She needed him closer. Her hands wandered down underneath his shirt to touch his skin. Harry shuddered when her cold hands touched his skin but he knew she needed this. She hasn’t felt his skin in forever. It almost felt foreign.
When they finally pulled away from each other both of them were scared to let go. This couldn’t be it. They needed each other.
“We have to talk, Harry.” she whispered and pressed her forehead against his.
“I know, my love.” My love.
Was she still his love?
She thought he hated her.
They sat down at the kitchen table across from each other. Both of them couldn’t be fast enough to reach out for each other again and when their hands bumped against each other they both laughed softly. For the first time in months.
None of them wanted to be the first to say anything. Until Harry finally couldn’t take the silence anymore.
“I didn’t mean anything that I said earlier. Or… in the last few weeks. God, what is happening with us?”
“I don’t know, Harry. But it can’t keep going like this. I can’t take it anymore.”
“Me neither, love. I know I didn’t show how much it was affecting me but I want you to know that I feel just as broken as you do.” Broken.
Is that what they’ve become?
“I… I thought you hated me. During all these times you pulled away or turned your back towards me, I thought you hated me.”
Harry’s free hand reached out to hers so he could clasp her hand in both of his.
“I never ever hated you. Not for a second. And I never will.”
Y/N felt like a huge weight was lifted from her shoulders and she felt like she could breath again.
“I love you so much, darling.” Harry whimpered.
Her head snapped up so she could look at him and when she saw tears running down his cheek she reached over the table to wipe them away.
“I love you too, Harry. So much.”
Harry removed her hand from his face and pressed gentle kiss to ever knuckle.
“What are we going to do, love? I want to fix this. I want to go back to being the happiest couple ever. I want to go back to being happy with each other.”
“Me too, Harry. God, I’d do everything to get back to what we once had.”
They stared into each other’s eyes until Y/N cleared her throat and diverted her eyes to the table.
“I-I think we need a break.”
Harry’s whole world stopped in that moment. His mouth fell open and his brows furrowed. He pulled his hands from hers and a breathless ‘no’ left his lips.
“No.” He repeated after a moment.
“Harry, listen. I-”
“No!” he shouted.
Y/N flinched and her ears began to ring like every time he raised his voice at her. Her eyes closed and tears began to dribble down her cheeks.
“Do you think I’m stupid? I know exactly what’s going to happen when we do that. You’re going to realize just how unhappy I make you and that you are so sick and tired of me and you’ll never come back. Or you’ll find someone else who makes you laugh more than I ever did. God, I’m going to be gone for two weeks for promo. Is that not enough distance and space for you?!“
“Harry, I need time okay? I need time to take care of myself. I need time for sorting things out. I need time so that this all can work again and if you’re honest, you need it too.”
He laughed humorlessly and crossed his arms over his chest.
“You will have that time when I’m gone.”
“I-I don’t think two weeks are going to be enough.”
His eyes caught hers and she swore she’s never seen him look at her like that. So sad but angry at the same time.
“Two weeks are nothing, Harry.”
“There’s been times when you couldn’t go a single day without me. There’s been times where two weeks without each other seemed like the end of the world.”
She closed her eyes and tried to control the tears which constantly blurred her sight.
“I don’t think we can sort anything out in two weeks.”
“I don’t think we can sort anything out when we’re away from each other.”
He closed his eyes briefly and sighed.
“No fucking way!”
This time it was Y/N’s turn to sigh.
“One month. And not a single day longer.”
She caught his eyes for a moment before she nodded.
They sat in silence for several minutes, both didn’t know what to say.
“I-I thought I’d stay in a hotel for the two weeks before you’re gone and then I’ll come back.”
“No. Please, I-… I want to know you’re safe. You’ll stay here and I’ll stay with Gemma.”
“If that’s okay with you.”
“No, it’s actually not.”
She looked at him with the saddest eyes he ever saw and he shook his head and and sighed.
“I’m gonna go pack some stuff and then you won’t have to deal with me anymore.”
“Harry, I did not suggest a break because I want to get away from you as quickly as possible. I want to fix this. And I feel like some distance is the only way to sort things out. Or at least make the first step.”
He didn’t say anything but just left the kitchen and went upstairs to pack a few things. For some reason Y/N couldn’t help but feel guilty. Of course she knew he wouldn’t be happy with taking a break, she wasn’t either. But she hoped he could at least understand where she came from.
When he came down the stairs half an hour later with two big duffle bags Y/N almost felt like crying again. She watched him, how he placed them beside the front door, wiped his tears away, took a deep breath and turned around to make his way to the kitchen so he could say goodbye but she was already standing in the foyer. They stared at each other for a few moments before Harry cleared his throat and removed a greasy strand of hair from his face.
“I’ll go now, I guess.”
“Yeah.” Y/N nodded and sniffled.
He looked at her for another few seconds before he let out a frustrated sigh.
“Can I at least get a hug?”
He saw the surprise on her face but she nodded anyway and took the last few steps towards him. She slung her arms tightly around his neck and pressed her body tightly to his and Harry wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed her to his chest. He pressed kisses to her shoulder and neck and stroked over her back in gentle patterns.
When they pulled away a bit Y/N reached up to cup his cheeks and stroke over his skin.
“I love you. Nothing changed about that and nothing is going to change. I don’t want you to worry about me breaking up with you. I couldn’t imagine life without you.”
Harry pressed his forehead to hers and pulled her body even closer.
“Will you say goodbye when I’ll leave for New York? Don’t think I could leave without seeing you before.”
“I’ll think about it, okay?”
Harry sighed but nodded.
“C-Can I kiss you?” he asked her in a whisper.
She leaned in and connected her lips to his as an answer, his bottom lip slipping between hers. She kissed him four times before she pulled away a bit to look up at him again.
“I love you. You know that, right?”
She nodded and smiled softly at him.
“I love you, too.”
Harry gazed into her eyes for another few seconds before he pressed a few gentle kisses against her lips again. He pulled away from her then and took his duffle bags.
“I’ll let you know when I’ll leave for New York. You can call me or come over anytime you need, okay?”
“Okay. You can come over or call as well. Even if it’s the middle of the night.”
He nodded and opened the door.
“Take care, yeah?”
“You too, love.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
And just like that he left.