this is shitty sorry but i'm trying

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Happy Birthday, Brandon Richard Flowers (June 21, 1981)

best case scenario: it’s nothing.
he dropped his bag to help someone out,
it got moved out of the way,
he’ll turn up and start bitching about tears and dirt stains,
you’ll tell him to shut the hell up, even though he won’t listen,
he never listens,
and you’ll hang on to every word as he keeps talking.
(this is unlikely. he wouldn’t set that bag down,
wouldn’t abandon any of his things even if
the world was burning)

next best scenario: someone stole it.
he’ll be battered and bruised,
because no one got that bag without a fight,
and you’ll tell him what a fucking idiot he is.
he’ll make some joke,
he always does,
and you’ll remind him again of how much you hate him.
he’ll remind you of how much you don’t.
(this is slightly less unlikely, but be realistic—
he wouldn’t give up any of his things even if he were burning)

okay, next best: he ran.
“best” is a relative term here,
“best” implies it’s anything good but really your chest
has never felt so fractured and the ground is tilting and everything is
wrong.
maybe he ran. is that why he asked you to let him go?
why he insisted he be set free?
(this is even less unlikely. it borders on likely, be honest.
he’d throw all his things to the wind if he felt like he was burning)

next best: he was taken.
you know he’s perched on a throne of lies,
buried in his own secrets of a past he tried to torch.
he isn’t safe, he never was, never was going to be,
no matter what you had to say about it.
stopshakingstopshakingstopshaking thisisn'thelping—
you hate him. you hate him so much. you hate
that you hurt for him.
(this is likely. this is very likely.
he’d never let his things go unless you were burning.)

worst case scenario: he’s dead.

—  if you were really amazing you wouldn’t have let him go // es
Day6 / Giving them a lap dance

Requested: Yes. @doyoung-gurl I’m sorry it’s not up to par with my other reactions ;( I hope you like it anyway!! 

There isn’t a back story, but giving them a lap dance after a stressful day and I’m not that good at creating multiple back stories lol so I left it at that!

I should be doing homework, but :) I’m a terrible student and I’m going to fail in a large pit of fire anyway. Fuck it.

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sweetdollfromhell submitted to ask-a-ravager:

Hi, I found this picture of a painting of Yondu from the Comic Com, I don’t know if it possible to put a story behind it. Here is the link: http://tranimation.tumblr.com/post/147894933755/seriously-what-is-this-is-this-an-actual-prop

Sorry to ask so much, but I love the idea of Yondu with a painting of himself like a lord or a king.


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anonymous asked:

ronan probably spends months growing the perfect dream flowers but rips them out of the ground (leaving roots, dirt, and all) and binds them w years old twine so it doesn't look like he's trying too hard but adam Knows™

ronan: here have some shitty flowers i found in the dirt

adam, giving them a delicate sniff: i didn’t know neon-colored glow-in-the-dark roses grew natively in the virginian winter

ronan: sorry i didn’t know you were a goddamn botanist?

but adam is smiling so ronan is smiling too, and adam says he loves them and gives ronan a kiss before intentionally shaking dirt off on to ronan’s shoes

I'm the One - Justin Bieber imagine {Part 1}

A/N: i’m a busy girl so if this is shitty, i apologize. i’m just trying to get through my junior year of high school :) i wrote this in one sitting, im shook 

Request: ‘can you do an imagine where y/n is one of the girls in the im the one video and justin is turned on? smut pleeeeeeease :) p.s. love your blog girly

Warnings: nothing really, smut in the next part (sorry)

{Y/N} POV

“And.. cut! We’re good people!” The director yelled on the set. I let out a sigh of relief after a long day of filming. We weren’t done altogether, unfortunately. we were taking our five minute breaks. During this time, we get a drink of water, talk or fix our make up, only if we wanted or needed to. We just got done filimg the ending of the video but, the director, the tight ass and perfectionist he is, wanted to redo the part where Justin was singing and DJ Khaled was there just because. Did I happen to mention that the Justin Bieber was going to be here? he was like my childhood crush, and he still kind of was. 

I watched from the distance as the director spoke with Justin, talking about God knows what. All I knew, was that he was one fine ass man. Any girl would be lucky to get with him. 

“{Y/N}! Get your ass over here, we need you!” I did as told and ran over to where the director and Justin stood. “{Y/N}, Justin. Justin, {Y/N}. Acquaint yourselves, we’re back in two.” The director walked away leaving me and this hunk of a man. We made eye contact every so often, none of us knew what to say. 

“You have a nice name. Don’t hear that one very often,” Justin finally spoke up. Thank goodness he said something already. “So what was it you exactly do?”

“Oh, I’m just one of the dancers over in the water type area, you know—when you’re singing and Khaled is there too.” I responded. I just made a complete fool of myself, I already know it. 

“Right.. well, nice meeting you. Catch you later.” Justin walked away, leaving me trying to figure out where I went wrong. did my hair smell bad? Was there something in my teeth? Or was I just ugly? Whatever it was, it chased him away rather quickly. I just ruined every chance I had with him.

Justin Bieber POV

I held a quick conversation with the director about why exactly we were doing the first part when he called over one of the girls in the video. Of course, it was the one who I had my eyes on all day. This just made my day. My palms grew sweaty and my pants felt extra tight all of a sudden. Oh please, not right now. The director introduced me to her, which I was glad he did because I never got to know her name. 

After the awkward encounter, I headed straight to my trailer and got a hold of myself. I hope she didn’t see my you-know-what or that’d be beyond embarrassing. I exited the trailer and went back onto the set. These shorts weren’t doing me any justice. 

“Places, people. Places!” The director yelled. Khaled and I got into our places and I couldn’t help but, watch {Y/N} going to her spot. Right in front of me too? God just loved me. The music cued and I sang my part in the song. I glanced at {Y/N} dancing and it just made me think of the things I would do to her. Tonight was going to be rather interesting, for both her and I. 

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{Y/N} POV

DJ Khaled’s after party was pretty interesting. The girls who were in the video talked amongst each other but, I felt like an outsider. Scratch that, I felt inferior to them! I sat around the bar, having a few drinks, nothing to make me go crazy. I heard someone walk over towards me and order something. I didn’t bother looking at who it was because I could already tell based off the voice. 

“{Y/N}! Hey! What are you doing here all by yourself?” Justin questioned, taking a seat next to me. What does it look like I’m doing wise guy? 

“Just enjoying some alone time. I’ve had quite the day.” I responded. I hoped that didn’t come off too bitchy. I did have a long day but, hopefully that wouldn’t chase him away.

He nodded his head in confirmation and then he got the drink he ordered. He thanked the bartender and took a sip from it. There was a moment of silence between us since he was drinking and I as doing literally nothing except watch him drink, as weird as that sounded. 

“So,” Justin started. “Want to get out of here?”

I nearly choked on the liquid I was currently not drinking. “And do what?” I replied, turning to face him in my chair. I think I knew what he had in mind, and if he was thinking what I was thinking, that just might make me psychic. 

“We’ll see.” He winked. He took my hand into his and pulled me from my seat, not even giving me a chance to finish my drink. Oh, I couldn’t wait to see what Justin had planned. 

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Part 2 coming soon ;)

anonymous asked:

My boyfriend is so upset about my transition to veganism meaning that we can't share every meal that he texted me upsetting things during my work day, then when I came home trying to hold myself together, he stormed out on me because I was "making things about myself" when I didn't immediately hug him, and I'm just. This isn't about veganism. I'm staying vegan. I just. Is this normal when transitioning? I can't stop crying. I feel worthless.

I’m so sorry love. Try and remember that it’s not your fault, when people act like that it’s their own personal issues they may have going on and they lack healthy coping mechanisms/communication skills - so they act like dicks to the people closest to them. Feels shitty though. You guys can still have meals together!!! and why’s it all about your transitioning that’s the problem? can’t he eat vegan sometimes (or all the time), too? Sorry you’re dealing with that but i’m proud of you for transitioning! be proud of yourself, too. Don’t let anyone ruin it. I wouldn’t say it’s normal, no. I’m a firm believer that if someone really respects you they would want you to better yourself or to see you happy even if they feel left out in some weird way (even though it doesn’t have to be like that). You’re not worthless sweetheart, stay excited about your positive life changes, it’s your life after all. It’ll all work out. (read the replies to this ask, there’s some important opinions I think you should read)

Re Delayed Orders

Everyone who hasn’t gotten their merlance wallets or bread cat wallet: the post office sent a whole bunch back to me because their automatic sorting machine chewed up a whole heap of mail AGAIN. They sent them back to me after WEEKS. this is why some of you have gotten your wallets ages ago and some haven’t…

The good news is the actual wallets weren’t damaged because i wrapped them well, but I am having to re-send. Auspost hasn’t even reimbursed for postage so they’re super shitty. These will be sent next week if I can run out before exams, or on the 20th of June. I will be making you guys extra goodies and stuff to say sorry.  

If you need a refund, please let me know. again, i’m really sorry. 

tbh I’m still waiting on a coda that hypes up jealous!dean big time

Like all of them getting back to the bunker and Cas is taking the trench off and Dean sees a piece of paper fall out of the pocket. He goes to pick it up and freezes when he reads the print on the front. Mick Davies. British Men of Letters. 

“You kept it?” he snarls at Cas.

And Cas looks confused at Dean’s tone but just answers, “Yes. I thought it would be wise in case we ever need to contact them.”

“We don’t need help from those assholes, Cas!” Dean yells and stalks away, crumbling the card in his hand. Later when he’s in his room, he tosses it in the trashcan and burns it.

And Dean thinks that’s the end of it until the next day when he finds Cas in the library researching the British Men of Letters.

“Cas, we are not working with those assholes! Did you see what the did to Sam?”

“I’m not recommending it, Dean,” Cas replies evenly. “I just thought it best to be prepared should it ever become necessary. And Mick said-”

The name rolls off Cas’s tongue and Dean sees red. “Oh. Mick, huh? We’re on first name basis now, are we? Well that’s just great.”

Confusion tilts Cas’s head and squints his eyes and it is not cute right now. “Dean is everything all right?”

“Of course!” Dean shouts, jumping to his feet. “Why wouldn’t I be thrilled about you getting all buddy-buddy with middle-aged Harry Potter?!” Dean turns on his heel and marches out of the room.

Of course, Cas is still struggling to understand sarcasm, Dean’s brand in particular, so he continues researching and is more and more fascinated about the history of the Men of Letters, which he happily relates to Mary, Sam, and a very bitter Dean.

A very bitter Dean, who answers all of Cas’s questions for the next two weeks with “I don’t know, why don’t you go call your boyfriend, Mick?”

So Cas… does… and then reports his findings to the Winchesters and Dean is ready to fucking explode every time Cas says “Mick said…” or “Mick thinks…”

Mick this. Mick that. Mick, Mick, Mick.

Dean spends a lot of extra time in the garage throwing tools and glaring at engines.

I reckon you could finish me off without breaking a sweat…

WHO THE FUCK EVEN SAYS SOMETHING LIKE THAT? THAT’S NOT A NORMAL WAY TO TALK TO A STRANGER.

And did Cas really not sweat? He had to. Dean tried to think back to some hunts when Cas got a bit roughed up, tried to focus his memory on Cas’s forehead, the column of his throat, which was so long and smooth up until where his stubble-

Not the point, Winchester!

And one day they’re in the middle of a hunt and they’re stumped, exhausting all of their resources and Cas begins, “I could call M-”

And that’s it!

“WE’RE NOT CALLING MICK!” Dean screams and Mary and Sam’s eyes go wide.

“Why not?” Cas pouts.

“Because I don’t want his fucking help, Cas!”

“But his library is far more-”

“I don’t fucking care!” Dean yells. “You are not calling him, Cas, and that’s final!”

Cas’s eyes narrow and, yeah, definitely not cute this time. He gets to his feet. “Are you giving me an order, Dean Winchester?”

“Yes, Castiel, I am!”

Cas turns level eyes to Sam who just nods and takes his mother’s hand. “We need to go.”

They’re gone in seconds, leaving Dean to single-handedly face the fury of an angel of the lord. 

“You are being irrational and I want to know why,” Cas says.

“I’m irrational?” Dean scoffs. “You want to get in bed with the enemy! Literally!”

And there’s that damn head tilt. “I have no intention of sharing a bed with the British Men of Letters. I don’t sleep, Dean.”

Dean slaps his hands to his face, groaning and somewhere in the back of his mind, just begging Cas to smite him and end this all. 

“Dammit, Cas, that’s not… that’s not what I meant.”

“You are referring to sexual intercourse then? Because I also have no interest in engaging with the organization in such activities.”

“Cas, you’re killing me here,” Dean says weakly, exhausted at the sheer amount of oblivion coming from this ancient creature. “Why do you want to work with them?”

“You told me to.”

“When the hell did I-”

“You’ve been telling me to call Mick for the last two weeks.”

Dean blinks, trying to remember when he had lost his damn mind in the last two weeks- “Cas, I was being sarcastic!”

“Oh.” Cas looks calmer now. “So you didn’t want me to actually call Mick?”

“No, Cas! I don’t want you to even think about that fucker!”

“Why not?”

“Oh for the love of- HE WAS FLIRTING WITH YOU!”

Back to confused. “When?”

“When we rescued Sam! Oh, Jesus Christ, Cas. Sweat! The way he looked at you after you said you didn’t sweat.”

“Humans find the inability to perspire sexually appealing?”

“No, you idiot, you are sexually appealing!”

Dean is so frustrated he can’t even process what he just said until something lights in Cas’s eyes. It’s a bit dazed and disbelieving and… hungry? 

“You find me sexually appealing?”

“I-I-I w-what?” Dean stammers.

Cas takes a step toward Dean. “You said I was sexually appealing.” 

“What? No! I-I- I meant him - Mick - he-he finds you, ugh, se-sex, um, appealing. He finds you appealing.”

The light dies and Cas frowns. “Oh. So you don’t?”

Dean has to make a big decision then. To lie or tell the truth. To play it safe or take a chance.

And, well, when has Dean Winchester ever played it safe?

“Y-yeah.”

Blue swarms on Dean until he can’t see anything because Cas’s face is too close and something soft brushes Dean’s lips. They kiss and Dean wraps his arms around Cas’s waist, diving into this moment and locking the angel in place with him. 

When they separate Cas is grinning and Dean is too dizzy to see the teasing angel. “You were jealous,” Cas breathes.

“Took you long enough to figure it out,” Dean slurs and wonders if it’s possible to get drunk off of kissing because he’s showing all the signs of a good buzz.

“Actually, Mick told me last week.”

And there it goes. “Cas! What the hell!”

“You were confusing me,” Cas argues. “You were angry all the time but you wouldn’t talk to me.”

“So you’ve just been fucking with me this entire week?”

Cas’s fingers card calmingly through Dean’s hair and Dean gets the suspicion he’s being treated like an angry cat. “My apologies, Dean. Can we go back to kissing?”

Dean has half a mind to deny Cas but Cas’s other hand is hovering just over his ass and who the hell is he trying to kid?

“Fine. But we’re gonna have a long talk about your pen pal later.”

But that talk comes several, several hours later.

Oh look I accidentally wrote a shitty drabble again oops my bad

Harry and Draco in  the gym (again)

Ok, I know this is stupid but I can’t stop thinking about Harry and Draco in Auror training together, especially them competing at the gym. I literally think they would behave like the biggest ‘bros’ with each other.

I mean I can totally see Harry being all in Draco’s face like ‘’Look how swoll I am. Damn so swoll.’’

And Draco being like *squints* ‘’Can’t really see any muscle through the fat. At least I’m a lean bean.’’

And Harry totally unoffended going ‘’Yeah, but thick is the new black. Mmm, I’m so thiiiiiickkk.’’

And Draco just going for the kill like ‘’Finally catching up, huh? Been trying to get that across since Hogwarts.’’

I’m sorry I’m like this

when the semester is over and you get to throw out your schoolwork

when u have shitty internet / everything’s so slow that there’s no point in trying to use it

when u need to level up in a game so u send your character into the flurry

when u send your friend off to watch your favorite TV show

when ur daughter’s baby is part human part vampire and it’s time for them to learn to fly

take my hand

take my whole life too

for I can’t help falling in love 

with you

~ Can’t Help Falling In Love, Elvis Presley