this song is actually perfect okay

Okay but can we talk about all the different styles of music Ed used in this album? We got the rapping, the ballads, the fast paced fun pop songs, the soulful voice combined with deep beats,THE IRISH FOLK/POP, Spanish and Ghanan musical styles and actual words from the languages I mean what a JOURNEY.

can i talk about alex standall for a second bc he was so important to me

alex wasn’t perfect. he took revenge on his ex girlfriend in the most awful way and i’m not excusing that.

but nobody saw how much he was hurting after he heard what it did to hannah. nobody noticed how he almost tried to drown himself in the pool, he wanted to play a suicide song with the school band and nobody tried to ask if he was doing okay, nobody cared that he took the “suicide isn’t an option” posters down, basically no one -even after hannah- noticed the REAL signs of someone actually wanting to commit suicide.

all everyone cared about was their damn self and what would happen to them when the tapes would come out. alex didn’t, he was the only one who understood hannah, owned up from the start to what was on his own tape and never got angry at hannah’s decision to take her own life.

alex standall deserved better.

Sombra joins the fight
  • Tracer: I've got you now, Sombra!
  • Sombra: Do you? Well, I've got footage of you with a certain sniper when you were supposed to be on a mission. Didn't Overwatch lose that mission...? I hope it wasn't -- oh look, it was marked 'critical importance'.
  • Tracer: ... *hammers rewind*
  • --Later--
  • D.Va: I'm taking Sombra down!
  • Sombra: Ah, Hana Song. Are you livestreaming right now? I wonder what your followers would think of their gaming queen, if they knew she didn't actually know how to play Poké--
  • D.Va: Uh, uh, my mech's malfunctioning. Stream's going down guys, uhm, whoops. *flies off*
  • --Later--
  • Pharah: Target acquired.
  • Sombra: *sighs* Two words: mommy kink
  • Pharah: lost.
  • --Later--
  • Pharah, D.Va, Tracer, and others: Okay Sombra, this time you're not getting away. We've got the perfect agent to take you down!
  • Lucio: I guess that's my signal.
  • Sombra: Haha, please, let's see...
  • Sombra: *checks pocket computer* uhh
  • Sombra: *starts pulling out folders* hold on, wait
  • Sombra: *starts emptying her pockets* no wait I got this
  • Sombra: *finds a small, crumpled note* Ah hah!
  • Sombra: Lucio, what about that time you, uh, were fifteen minutes late to your shift in the... soup kitchen... because you'd found a sick dog and had to carry it all the way to... are you serious? Are you serious right now, that's it?
  • Sombra: You know what? Just take me in.
moodboard based on url

yes thats right im making moodboard aesthetics based on your url. if your url is fandom based perfect, if its not its okay, ill make a moodboard based on what i think of when i see your url or through browsing your blog. 

  • must be following me, this aint free labour (im actually joking i never check who follows me or not so its all up to you)
  • send me an ask with one song, it could be anything, current or not (this wont affect your moodboard i just need song recs)
  • reblog this post, its free advertising for me (im joking i just want a lot of moodboards to do so spread the word)
  • it might take me a little while to do all of them, ill be doing them slowly but i will do all of them
An annotated compilation of some of my favorite love songs

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Be My Forever – Christina Perri (feat. Ed Sheeran)

“We’re on top of the world now darling so don’t let go…”

This song is one of my favorites by Christina Perri. It’s fun, quirky, and most importantly it features Ed Sheeran (plus Taylor Swift’s laugh towards the end) It’s the ultimate story about a couple who sees themselves being together forever. My favorite lyric is “You’re my bright blue sky // You’re the sun in my eyes // Oh baby you’re my life // You’re the reason why” because it describes that feeling of true love and how magical it can be.

Give Me Love – Ed Sheeran

This song is basically 8 minutes and 46 seconds of pure magic. When I first came across this song I couldn’t believe such a thing existed. It may not be as uplifting as the previous song, but I feel that its story of hopeful romance is really heartwarming and Ed’s way of turning lyrics into something so powerful really puts me in his position of needing love. It is incredible to see how he can take simple phrases and reword them into something so thrilling. When he says, “paint splattered teardrops on my shirt” instead of simply saying he is crying is just crazy to me. This song is one of my favorites by Ed and it is my go-to song whenever I need to calm down.

Fearless – Taylor Swift

“In this moment now // Capture it, remember it”

Throwing it back to Taylor’s country days, this song is a love story about being fearless and not knowing why. “And I don’t know why, but with you I’d dance. In a storm, in my best dress. Fearless” This song is about when you just can’t help how you feel about someone, and you’re nervous and scared, but also excited. It’s cute and really captures the story of someone who just can’t control how they feel. It’s totally a classic T-Swift love song.

From the Ground Up – Dan + Shay

This song is the definition of true love. It’s the story of Dan and Shay’s grandparents, and how they built their love step by step and grew old together. The song starts with, “Grandma and grandpa painted a picture of sixty-five years // And one little house // More than a memory // More than saying I do // Kiss you goodnight’s and I love you’s.” These few opening lines are so powerful because it shows how much love means to them and how their love is not just “saying I Do” at their wedding, but it’s all of the work and effort they put into it. This song is different from other Dan + Shay songs, because most of their songs are the type I would roll down the windows to in the middle on the night during the Summer, but this song is beautiful and meaningful.

Perfect – One Direction

Okay yes, judge me all you want, but I love this song for multiple reasons. 1) It is totally about Taylor Swift and 2) It is actually a really cute story. It’s basically a song about not being the typical “Mr. Perfect”, but being perfect in his own way. It lists off things that aren’t ideal for a boyfriend. “I might never be your knight in shining armour // I might never be the one you take home to mother // And I might never be the one who brings you flowers.” But then it continues into the reasons why he is perfect for this specific girl. “If you like causing trouble up in hotel rooms // And if you like having secret little rendezvous // If you like to do the things you know that we shouldn’t do //Then baby, I’m perfect // Baby, I’m perfect for you.” It’s funny and cute and really gives the listener a sense of the crazy relationship that Harry Styles and Taylor Swift shared.

How Would You Feel – Ed Sheeran

This song literally just came out tonight, and after the first time I heard it I automatically fell in love with it. I love how Ed starts by saying, “You are the one girl, you know that it’s true.” This song is so beautiful and I really love how Ed’s music has evolved into music about pure love, rather than the heartbreak he used to sing about. I love how he says, “Love flows deeper than a river, every moment that I spend with you.” It’s exciting to see his music grow and this song only makes me more excited for his album coming out in March.

All of the songs in this collection share one main similarity in the theme -  Love. They are all different in genre and sound, but they all share the same focus of falling in love, finding a soulmate, or being totally wrong and right for a person at the same time. Each artist brings something different to the theme, but they all leave you with one message – love is inevitable.

Moving On

pairing: Lin x reader

warnings: alcohol. swearing. SADNESS.

summary: TEN moments in the journey of moving on

I rose from the dead to bring you all some PAIN. It took me a while to get this done because I wanted to get it right. A big thanks to @l-nmanuel for being my sunshine, @linslovelylocks for helping me out with the Pain, and @gratitudejoyandsorrow for making me read Love & Misadventure (which inspired this fic). (@imkindapassionate-kindasoulless)

words: 2,592

ONE (play is all it takes for her to fall in love)

You remember seeing him for the first time in a school play, all untidy black hair and dark wild eye. He was confident, almost arrogant in the way he commanded presence onstage. You ran to him after the play to congratulate him on his excellent performance.

You expected a haughty smirk from the lead actor, but instead he grinned bashfully and admitted that your pieces in the school magazine was always the highlight of his Tuesday.

“If only I was as good a writer as you are, I could write the greatest play in the history of ever,” he had said.

Just for a moment there, you saw the bleeding edge of insecurity underneath his sunny exterior. All it took was an exchange of numbers, a series of texts overnight, and by the next day, the two of you were already best friends.

TWO (people play acting. or are they?)

Lin is pacing the length of his bedroom, looking absolutely terrified for his audition tomorrow.

“I wish I could help,” you say absently, editing your article on your laptop. His head immediately snaps to you.

“Help me act out some scenes?”

You raise your eyebrows at him. He grins, pulling on his ‘but-I’m-your-best-friend’ face. You’ve never been able to say no to that smile. He grabs your laptop from you and types something, then shows you a list of prompts. So you spend 5 hours switching between at least 20 different characters, ranging from an angry grandmother to a hot girl he meets at a bar. You both turn to your laptop to see the final prompt.

‘A and B are best friends. A’s reaction to B getting married. ’

“Congrats,” you say, turning to him, already in character.

“That’s a lie.” He gives a mirthless laugh.

“I’m not! Congratulations,” you repeat, wondering where he was trying to steer the script.

“You’re lying! Why aren’t you happy for me? What are you trying to say?” he said fiercely, his black eyes boring into you.

“I’m trying to say that I’m in love with you!” you yell.

Right after the words leave your mouth, your heart stops. That isn’t part of the prompt. Your feelings aren’t supposed to get tangled with your improvisation. Wait, your feelings? For him?

“You have no right to say that just before I’m getting married,” Lin hisses.

“I’ve tried, you idiot. You think I want this?” you snap.

“I’m sorry. I can’t do anything about it,” he says, looking down. Your heart drums against your chest, and then you grin.

“Aaaand, scene.”

THREE (times he rewrote the script and it was still rejected)

He slumps down in the seat next to you, everything in his movement looking drained. You ask him if anything is wrong, but he just shakes his head mutely. You try again, taking his hand in yours. And for some reason, he tells you.

“My script was rejected,” he says quietly. “I thought I already knew rejection, but not this. I put everything into this. I rewrote the entire thing 3 times.”

You squeeze his hand. “Keep rewriting. You have all the time in the world.”

His smile is sad, and grateful, and something in your heart tightens. You smile back at him, hoping that he can’t see the butterflies in your stomach. You stare at his brown eyes. They aren’t the colour of the ocean, but you can drown in them anyway.

“Mi corazón,” he says, smiling at you.

“My nerd,” you reply affectionately.

(at) FOUR (a.m. he decides to get a tattoo because he can’t stop thinking about someone)

Lin gets paired up with Natalie, the future valedictorian, for a project. You see them and the first thing that you feel is a loud, stinging pang of jealousy, but in the back of your mind, there’s a click that tells you they’re meant to be. You ignore it and keep it to yourself, because that’s what you do best.

He texts you. ‘hey i’m getting a tattoo of a mic, come with?’

You accompany him to the tattoo parlor as he gets the mic. He’s over the moon as you drive home.

“What do you think?” he asks, trying to catch a glimpse of his tattoo for the first time.

“Personally, I wouldn’t get a tattoo that says daddy in cursive, but-”

“What the fuck?” he yells, wheeling around to try to see his back in the mirror.

“I’m kidding! Who inspired you to get a mic anyway?”

His face transforms into a wide, carefree smile, and his entire being relaxes. “Natalie.”

You turn up the volume of the radio so he doesn’t hear your heart breaking.

FIVE (Gordon Ramsay insults. technically, the last one isn’t an insult.)

You’re there when Lin finally kisses her.

It’s her birthday, and she tries to pass it off as low-key by calling it ‘just a barbeque’, but the truth is that it’s a very expensive beach party. You and Lin are piling food into your plate, trying to fit in with the rich kids by shouting Gordon Ramsay-esque insults.

“The pork is so raw it’s still singing Hakuna Matata!” you yell, stabbing it and taking a big bite.

“Why did the chicken cross the road? Because you didn’t fucking cook it!” He says in a terrible British accent.

“Maybe you should give this piece of meat to the gods; I hear they like burnt offerings.”

He puts both hands on your cheeks. “What are you?”

“An idiot sandwich,” you say, faux tearfully. The two of you cackle in amusement, stealing bits of food of each other’s plate. Lin is about to launch into Ramsay mode again when Natalie approaches the two of you.

“Hey, guys,” she says happily.

“Hello, linda,” Lin interjects quickly, taking her hand. It’s a joke he always uses when trying to pick up girls - calling them linda so they’d say “my name isn’t Linda” and he can reply “linda means beautiful in Spanish” and watch them turn red.

Instead, a dusty pink blush spreads across her cheeks. “Quiet, you,” she laughs. Lin’s eyes light up in disbelief, like ‘holy shit, this amazing girl knows Spanish, she just got even hotter’. His eyes flit to you for permission, and you give him a big thumbs up.

You watch as Lin walk Natalie to the edge of the water, and they sit down. Gently, he puts his hands on her cheeks and says: “What are you?”

Natalie grins. “The love of your life?”

Even from a distance, you can hear Lin’s warm laugh, fading away as he leans in to kiss her. Everyone ceases their conversation to cheer and whistle at them. When Lin pulls away, he’s wearing a smile similar to a Cheshire cat’s.

Daniel, Lin’s roommate, lunges forward and pushes Lin towards the water. Natalie’s friends catch on to the idea and push her towards the water until the two of them are knee deep in water. You laugh along with everyone, until the crowd starts to dissipate. You return to your room.

It’s past midnight when Lin tiptoes into your room to grab fresh clothes that he keeps in your drawer. “Good night, Lin,” you whisper as he passes your bed.

He gasps. “Shut up, (Y/N).”

“I’m happy for you.”

“Shut. Up.” You can’t see his face in the dark, but you’re pretty sure he’s smiling as he leaves the room.

SIX (songs that aren’t even dedicated to her)

The worst thing about being in love with your best friend is that you can’t tell your best friend about it.

Your heart skips a beat when Lin texts you. ‘heya i’m making you a mixtape! it’s cute and adorable and fluffy (like me)’

You reply within seconds. ‘hm, what’s it about?’

‘SHIT sorry that message was for natalie!! actually, since you are a fellow pretentious fuck when it comes to music, can you help me out with the mix?’

‘sure. tell me about it.’

‘okay so i already have Perfect by Ed Sheeran, for obvious reasons, and Don’t You Forget About Me. what else?”

‘Ignition (Remix)!!!!’

‘are you fucking kidding no way’

‘come on, dude.’

‘fine. I’m also feeling The Fray. How To Save A Life?’

‘no wtf that song is mainstream and irrelevant. Heartbeat.’

‘good one. 505?’

‘YES. also. Cherry Wine.’

‘It’s done! It’s a mini-mix, i’m putting together a longer and better one for her birthday. THANK YOU, wingwoman.’

‘send it to me for prooflistening!!’

My Only Sunshine, by Lin-Manuel

Heartbeat - The Fray
505 - Arctic Monkeys
Ignition (Remix) - R. Kelly
Perfect - Ed Sheeran
Cherry Wine - Hozier
Don’t You Forget About Me - Simple Minds

‘nice job, cabrón.’

SEVEN (billion people in the world and she chose to fall in love with the one who doesn’t love her back)

“Natalie’s parents are thinking of saying no if Lin proposes to her,” Chris announces, placing a plate of eggs in front of you.

“What?” you splutter, dropping your spoon. “No. The wedding has to happen.”

Chris gives you a long, measured look. “I thought their wedding being cancelled would save you from a great deal of pain.”

“It doesn’t matter if I tear my own heart in two. Because if Lin is happy, then it is worth it-”

“God!” Chris’ eyes narrows. “What could possibly be worth it?”

“Everything that I have lost!” you shout. “Lin!”

Chris breathes in and out slowly, and there’s something like pity in his eyes when he looks at you. “7.5 billion people in the world and you had to choose the one who doesn’t love you back.”

EIGHT (bottles of beer and she still misses him)

“What’s up, big shot?” you slur, holding the phone in one hand and a bottle of cheap beer in the other.

“Fuck,” he exhales, realising you were drunk. “I’ll be at your place in 5 to make sure you’re okay.”

“You’re so far away, Lin,” you complain. “Souls don’t understand the notion of distance, you know that? They only know how right it feels to be with one another. I miss you even when you’re just a room away, because my soul only feels the absence of yours.”

He laughs, and through the haze of alcohol you feel warmth spread through you, like a sun peeking from behind the clouds. “You only miss me when you’re drunk.”

“I’m drunk because I miss you,” you say softly. A beat of silence passes, and time stands still. You wonder if he hung up.

“Natalie’s calling.” The sound of her name shatters the moment like glass. You can’t find it in you to reply.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get there,” he jokes. His voice is rough, scratchy, and he mutters a goodbye before hanging up.

True to his word, he appears 5 minutes later in your doorstep. He notices the empty bottles of beer on the floor and sees you lying down on the couch. Without hesitation, he gently pushes you to make space for him and lies down next to you.

You grin sleepily up at him. “Thanks for coming, but I’d rather sleep.”

“Sleep, mi corazón,” he whispers softly, pulling you closer to him. You know that he isn’t going to stay the night, but it’s still a slap to your face when he’s gone in the morning leaving nothing but a note taped to a glass of water.

For the first time, you feel white-hot jealousy flare up in you. All you wake up to is a hastily scrawled note, while Natalie gets to wake up to the life-sized, walking, talking Lin: to the sizzle of him cooking bacon, to his raspy humming, to his brown eyes half-lidded with sleep, to him.

(he’s on cloud) NINE

“(Y/N). You should fall in love. It’s amazing.”

He sounds drunk, but he actually isn’t. Drunk on love, maybe. It’s a joy for you to see your best friend like this, but it hurts like hell to see him like this because of another girl. It’s like he can’t stop talking about her, he always slides her name into every single sentence, twisting every conversation to relate it back to her.

You become so worried about losing your best friend that you check his phone to see what your name is in his contacts. You breathe a sigh of relief when it’s still mi corazón. You look for Natalie’s contact. Mi alma.

Mi corazón, my heart. You’re his heart; you know what he likes, what he hates, you see all his dark and you love his light.

Mi alma, my soul. She is his soul; he lives and breathes her, she sees the stars in his smile, everything he does is either with her, because of her, or for her.

TEN (years after meeting him and she finally lets him go)

Lin appears in your house with two cups of coffee. “I’m thinking of proposing to Natalie,” he says, after taking a long sip from his cup.

“Do it,” you cheered, grinning. He looks at you, searching for any kind of falseness, but there is none.

“I- Are you sure?”

“Yes. When I met you, I thought you hung all the stars and the moon in the sky. But I came to realise that you are just like me. You know the shape of my soul and the words of my heart. You’re my first love, Lin, and you always will be. But I deserve someone who loves me back, so I can be the poem instead of the poet I’ve always been. I’ve been stuck in your orbit for years, and this is me breaking free.”

He bites his lip and stares at the ground. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” you say softly, pulling him into a hug. You savor the moment, drawing it out for as long as possible, and then you pull away. The smile that he gives you afterwards is worth everything.

The next day, you’re out at dinner with Natalie, and you can tell that she has something to say by the way she cuts her chicken into smaller pieces than is necessary. “I think Lin’s going to propose to me.”

“Really?” you enthuse. “That’s great!”

“Any words from his best friend?” she asks.

You’re silent for a long moment, trying to find the words. “Take care of him. He looks like he has enough love to give to everyone, but sometimes he needs love as well. Be honest about his work. He enjoys criticism. He’ll sometimes think he’s the dullest of the bunch, when in reality he’s the brightest. With every word, pen stroke, and touch, you’re going to fall deeper in love with him. Please, just love him with everything you have.”

She holds your gaze, and between the two of you, there was some kind of resolve; an understanding. She knows. And she knows you’re moving on.

“Oh, and Natalie?” you ask, just before the moment fades.

“Yeah?” she says, with a smile that eases your mind. Not many people deserve Lin, but she definitely does.

“Don’t you fucking dare break his heart.”

Best of Wives & Best of Women Part 2

 Lin-Manuel x Reader

Part two requested by @whovianwriter  (part one here)

words: 3,006 holy crap im so sorry

warnings: a few swear words

a/n: yOU GUYS. 100+ followers, thank you so much, I love you ALL! In honor of you guys and @whovianwriter and her request, here is Best of Wives & Best of Women part two. Hope you all like it :) So sorry if this isn’t what you were expecting, I did my best sticking to your request! Don’t hate me! 

 (I don’t own any of the music lyrics mentioned here, all lyrics belong to the one and only!)

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girlmeetshit  asked:

HEY SUNSHINEEE! About that jealous!Betty, I was wondering if you could make Sabrina observing both of them (in the start, to stay with Jughead and make Betty jealous, but she realizes how much they love each other and just love them together)

Yes ma’am! Here we go ~

(Also, A/N: There’s a bit of Dark!Betty in this)

Sabrina Comes To Town

Betty walked into The Blue and Gold office, glaring at the blonde sitting at the Editors desk.

“Hi, Sabrina,” Betty muttered. “To what do I owe this pleasure? There’s no football games for you to write about this week.” 

“Actually, I just wanted you to hear this song.”

Betty’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” Betty asked confused. Was this Sabrina trying to be nice? “Uh, okay… Who is it by?”

“Melanie Martinez. Heard of her?”

“Yeah. I’ve only heard a few songs.”

“Do you know Pacify Her?” Sabrina smiled sweetly.

Betty shook her head no.

“Perfect,” Sabrina murmured, sliding her phone closer to where Betty was standing.

‘Tired, blue boy walks my way
Holding a girls hand
That basic bitch leaves finally
Now I can take her man’

Betty bit her lip, getting mad as the lyrics sunk in.

‘Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours
But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?’

“What are you doing?” Betty muttered.

‘Pacify her
She’s getting on my nerves You don’t love her
Stop lying with those words‘

“Turn it off!” Betty growled.

Sabrina laughed and grabbed for her phone, clicking a button and stopping the song.

“You’ll get over it, Betty, once you see how happy he’ll be with me.” Sabrina said as she stood up.

Betty stepped closer to Sabrina. “You touch him and I’ll break your fucking legs.” She whispered. 

Sabrina took a deep breath, then turned on her heel and left the room.

Jughead knocked on the Cooper’s front door the day after Betty and Sabrina had their confrontation.  He was waiting to walk her to school.

As soon as Betty heard the knock, she was out the door. She couldn’t leave the house fast enough.

“There’s my girl,” Jughead smiled.

“Hey,” Betty murmured.

“What’s the matter?” Jughead asked, slipping his hand through Betty’s.

Betty shook her head.

They silently walked to school.

Jughead squeezed Betty’s hand, trying to reassure her everything would be okay without actually knowing what was the matter.

Finally, when they reached campus, Jughead made Betty sit down at a picnic table.

“Betty, please, tell me whats wrong.”

Betty was looking down, playing with her backpack strap.

Jughead touched Betty’s chin, lifting it gently. “What is it?”

Tears welled in Betty’s eyes.

“Was it that thing with Sabrina yesterday?” Jughead murmured. Betty had filled him in after Sabrina left the office.

Betty felt laughter bubble up in her stomach. She smirked, a single ha escaping her. “No. That bitch doesn’t scare me. I know we’re solid.” She muttered.

Jughead couldn’t help but smile back, squeezing her hand. “Then what is it?”

“My mom,” Betty blubbered, tears leaking out of her eyes. “She kept calling me stupid. If it was anyone else, you know it wouldn’t be that big of a deal. But you know my mom - she just kept digging and digging. Telling me I’d get nowhere with writing, nowhere with the paper, nowhere with my dreams and-” her voice broke, cutting her off, tears falling over her face.

“Shh, baby.” Jughead enveloped Betty, capturing her in a hug. “Screw her, Betty. She doesn’t deserve you.” 

Jughead kissed Betty’s forehead. “It’ll be us against the world, okay? As soon as we graduate, it’ll be just us. Once she learns how to love you properly, she can have another chance but until then? It’ll be me and you, okay?” He murmured against her forehead.

Betty nodded, letting Jughead rock her back and forth.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to make you forget all the terrible things she’s ever said to you, Bets.”

Betty sighed, pressing herself against Jughead. “Thank you,” She murmured.

As Betty closed her locker, ready to go to her first class. She turned on her heel, coming face to face with Sabrina.

Betty bit her lip, not wanting to cause a scene. “Excuse me,” Betty said as she tried to move around her.

“Wait.” Sabrina said, placing a hand on Betty’s shoulder. “I wanted to apologize.”

Betty scoffed.

“No, really.” Sabrina said softly. “I saw you and Jughead earlier… outside. I couldn’t hear everything - I wasn’t trying to snoop - I was just walking by. And the emotion you two shared… I just -” Sabrina sighed. “When I first came here, I didn’t have any friends. Didn’t care who I hurt. I just saw Jughead, was attracted to him and that’s all I knew. “

Betty folded her arms.

“When I saw the two of you earlier, I knew. It wasn’t some dumb high school relationship. It seemed real. So, I’ll write for The Blue and Gold, but I’ll leave you two alone otherwise.” Sabrina gave a small smile.

Betty nodded. “Thank you.”

anonymous asked:

Hi, why do you hate Melanie? I like her music and you always have good reasons to dislike stuff so I'd like to know

(Ps if i seem aggravated i promise it’s not w you anon, it’s with the artist im discussing)

She’s extremely ableist and her songs revolve around “being crazy” (i.e. Mad Hatter, every other line has an ableist slur in it. When asked abt it she was all like “well me and crybaby are crazy people”). Most of her songs are about trauma she’s never gone through and it’s really insulting to see her act all “cute but psycho” because at the end of the day she isn’t the one who has to deal with actual psychosis. She gets to play her little “psychotic” character while the rest of us actually have to deal with what it’s really like. And a lot of her stans are all, “she’s bringing light to important aspects of mental illness” when in reality she’s using it for her “creepy cute” aesthetic. Please tell me how calling yourself psychotic when you don’t have psychosis is okay and positive? Or how “crazies make you feel sane” is positive? If she was actually mentally ill I could understand but she’s made it pretty clear it’s just an aesthetic to her afaik. She’s also written songs about sexual abuse (Tag youre it) despite her not being a victim (she’s never stated she is and she said she had a perfect childhood so take that as you will, personally as a victim of csa I wouldn’t describe my childhood as perfect). If she was writing songs about how awful these things were and how debilitating, I dont think I would hate her as much. But when she puts it into an aesthetic that’s where she’s crossing a line. She’s not bringing any sort of positivity to these things when she’s acting like it’s trendy to be “scary and psycho” it fucking hurts. Sorry if this is disorganized and rambling, im tired lol

Hidden (Tobi Request)

“Come on T we need to go” You call, slipping on your Yeezys.
“Coming” He replies, pulling a hat over his hair as usual and checking himself in the mirror.
“We’ll be late as usual” You chuckle, heading outside of the apartment you shared and towards the elevator.
You and Tobi had been best friends since senior school and when he moved into the Tower, you moved with him. The real definition of inseparable.
However recently, things had changed for you. In the disgustingly stereotypical way that a best friend does, you had fallen for him. And not just that small feeling that you think he’s partially attractive. You genuinely had fallen in love with him. Everything you knew about him for all these years fell with you because they all added to the reasons why you were here in the first place. Rock bottom. With a best friend that didn’t love you back and his brother that knew everything.
You reach the party soon enough since it was only a few floors down and everyone is already there.
“Hey (y/n)! Hey Tobi!” JJ yells excitedly when he sees you two.
“Hello JJ” You chuckle before Simon barges through the crowd to greet you as well.
“Hellooooo” He grins, evidently having enjoyed himself at the pre-drinks before he arrived.
“You alright Nim?” You smile, holding your arm around him as he slings his over your shoulders.
“I missed you” He pouts.
“We’re only twenty minutes late” You laugh, “How much have you had?”
“One” He nods with a childish smile, “Four… Five?” He shrugs and stumbles slightly before heading off to annoy someone else.
“There you are!” Manny grins, coming to give you a hug instantly as a friendly gesture.
“I’m gonna grab us some drinks babe” Tobi mentions. Yes, he called you babe. It was a name that just stuck. AS FRIENDS.
As soon as he heads off, Manny turns to you.
“So how are things?” He asks quietly, speaking close to you so you can actually hear him over the blasting music.
You sigh, “He’s been talking about this girl he likes. I hate it Manny”
He nods and scratches the back of his neck, “Okay, then you can have a night. Drink plenty and forget all about this. At least for one night?”
“Sounds perfect” You chuckle and soon enough Tobi returns with a cider for you and a diet coke for him.
“Thanks T” You smile, taking the cup before splitting off into the crowd to chat to some more people.
An hour or two later and you had dragged Manny onto the ‘dance floor’ as Drake songs blasted into the apartment even louder.
You were certainly enjoying yourself but you’d actually only had one drink, you didn’t need to be intoxicated to have a good time. One of the reasons why Tobi loved you so much.
You were loosely holding Manny’s hand from where you had dragged him from his seat and you were simply moving to the music as you watched a lanky Simon attempt to dance in a semi-decent way.
As the tall blonde stumbled and fell into you, you were knocked into Manny who put his arms quickly around you to stop your fall.
“Woah (y/n) you fell into me!” Simon gasps before bursting into a drunken laughter.
“You alright?” Manny asks with concern.
“Yeah of course I’m fine” You chuckle.
After a few hours, you are all splitting off as the party ends and you and Tobi head back to your apartment. He hadn’t been himself for the majority of the night. Even when you had tried to keep your distance and spend more time with Manny, you could still notice something wasn’t right.
“So what’s wrong?” You ask him as the pair of you walk into the flat and you head into the kitchen to grab some water.
“Nothing” He shrugs, slipping off his jacket.
“Woah I definitely believe that after this many years of being friends don’t I?” You roll your eyes.
“Can you blame me (y/n)?” He questions.
You look at him, completely confused as he begins to walk up and down the lounge, setting down the water to watch him.
“You and Manny” He waves his hand aimlessly, “He was clearly flirting with you and-“
"Are you sure you weren’t drinking tonight?” You laugh, still watching him continues to pace the floor.
“Of course I’m sure” He sighs, “And I know I’m right”
“No Tobi, you’re not right. I think Manny, of all people, knows most that there’s no hope flirting with me”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He frowns.
“Nothing” You sigh, “I should get to bed”
“Why do you have to make things so difficult (y/n)?” Tobi sighs as you walk towards your bedroom.
You turn around and look at him questioning his speech evidently.
“(Y/n)” He begins, taking a glance at you to clearly reconsider whether he should carry on with what he was about to say, “I’ve spent the past 10, 11, 12 years of my life completely in awe of you. And it sounds ridiculous because that’s a little more than a best friend should see you but I could deny a thousand times that I loved you and I still wouldn’t believe myself and I hate it because you’re you and you’re incredible and I’m me and I don’t sleep and I still use you to help me pick up girls and even when I do, I take a year to reply and they always give up. I’ve been in love with you since I even figured out what love is. Because to me it’s you. The girl that makes me laugh and stops me crying, the girl that I would face my biggest fear for or change my whole life for. You come before anything and you share my dreams and you make me realise those shitty film romances can be real and-”
“Do you wanna say ‘and’ more?” You chuckle and he stops instantly.
“What?” He frowns, clearly a little disheartened.
“Tobi, what do you think I was talking to your brother about? Why do you think I act so blunt whenever you talk about the latest girl you like? Why do you think I stay up in our apartment until sunrise because I can’t sleep until I know you do? Why do you think I laugh at even the most stupid of puns you make up?” You ask him, “Its because, if I heard that god damn speech properly, i feel exactly the same”

So, autism and sex.

Someone needs to talk about it, and I’m just about drunk enough.

There is no help here. No well-meaning leaflets from the NHS or anything.

Not that there ever has been for anything to do with adult autism. You leave school to a vast nothingness.

Or, like me, you get a diagnosis, and the answer to “Now What?” is a reading list that’s kind of superficially helpful. A lot of Self-Narrating Zoo Exhibit stuff that’s more to help Allistics understand me than for me to understand myself.

If you’re lucky (like me), you go to a good university that sets you up with mentors. But they’re there to help with your school work.

Or maybe you get a therapist for anxiety or depression, but they’re relying on your own knowledge of autism to inform them, and you don’t really know how to explain certain things before they become a problem.

No one’s there to tell you about sex.

So, there’s the thing with autism. The unfamiliar situations thing. If the first time with an unfamiliar situation goes well, then you’re pretty much fine forever.

Take airports and planes. I needed a support staff member with me the first time I flew as an adult. Now I’m the least stressed about flying out of anyone I know.

But then there’s the flip side.

With your brain producing so much data at once, it’s easier to traumatise. Fear is a learned response, which has to be unlearned. The more intense and vivid the experience, the more hardwired it becomes.

More data = more fear = fear ingrained deep in your base code

Too deep to get out.

If the first time goes badly, say goodbye to dealing with the situation again for a very long time. A very long time, most likely paved with anxiety meds and CBT and therapy session upon therapy session.

If the second - maybe third - time goes well for Allistics, they get over the fear.

Their brain forgets because the fear was never as heavily imprinted.

I don’t forget.

So, you can see how this kind of fucks up sex, right?

Especially for women.

I’m not saying that this isn’t a problem for men, but, like, statistically, women in relationships with men tend to be less satisfied with the sex they’re getting than anyone else.

Especially the first time.

I am in the category of “less than satisfied” women.

Which is fine for Allistics. I know it is because I’ve spoken with Allistic friends.

It was not fine for me.

You see, I bought into the “just get it over with” wisdom. The idea that the first time is never perfect, but you have to start somewhere.

Again, fine for Allistics.

Not fine for me.

I shouldn’t have stayed with my asshole boyfriend. He was condescending, blamed me for every fault in the relationship, never listened to what I had to say, and used anxiety to excuse misogyny.

But I was getting older, and he was the first guy to show interest who didn’t actively repulse me.

The first time doesn’t have to be good, I reasoned. I just have to get it out of the way.

Surprising no one, nothing about the experience was positive.

I broke up with him not long after.

My point is, it’s been over a year. It took me months to be able to deal with the idea of sex again. The songs that played on my iPod that night have had to be thoroughly clensed from all of my playlists.

It well and truly fucked me up.

And no one warned me.

It was all “The first time doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Or, “It’s okay, some people don’t find anyone until they’re, like, forty”, which just terrified me.

So this is my warning.

Because we’re not considered adults who can talk about this stuff.

Because adults being autistic is new as fuck.

Because I would have liked the warning.

anonymous asked:

Not-a-creep guy again. I've tried asking her to tutor me, but I get nervous and go blank every time I try. She's amazing, not magazine-pretty or thin but she is to gorgeous to me and she's whip smart too. I feel undeserving, yet I don't want to leave HS without at least letting her know how I fee. I was thinking about leaving my confession inside a book she picks out often (20 love poems and a song of despair by Neruda, could she be more perfect?) I feel it's too weird but otherwise I've no idea

mmm okay I’m gonna be real “not magazine-pretty or thin but she is to gorgeous to me” is pretty offensive. Everyone is gorgeous and perfect in their own awesome and unique ways, even without your approval, bud. Focus on improving your mindset towards women and then you can have actual conversations with people you have feelings for, instead of just watching them from afar, bcause everyone deserves to be able to read without being watched man

Truth || Mikey Pearce

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

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Word Count: 1.3k+

Summary: When a game of truth or dare turns into more, neither party can bring themselves to regret it.

Dedicated too: The anon who requested this, its my first Mikey imagine ever so I hope that it’s okay!!xo

“Oh, I hope you’re joking.” (Y/N) sighs tiredly as she walks into the living room of her shared apartment and finds every single one of her bestfriends gathered around her coffee table with the football on the TV and beer bottles littered around the room carelessly. “Christ, please tell me that you guys have atleast eaten some proper food.”

Joe looks up and pats his chest proudly. “I made sure we ordered in food for lunch, because I’m the responsible adult here.”

“You’re sat on my carpet with a beer stain on your shirt and dry ketchup on your cheek.” She points out, pursing her lips in amusement as he frowns and begins wiping his face furiously. “Alright, you know what, I’ve had a shitty day at work and I have the day off tomorrow. So, what’re we drinking?”

The boys all begin to cheer as she plonks herself down onto the empty space on the couch, taking off her heels and throwing them over her shoulder carelessly, listening to them crash to the floor with a relieved sigh.

She takes the beer out of Jack’s hand as he offered it and pecked his cheek in thanks, gulping down at least half of the bottle before allowing herself to relax back against the sofa, and glance up at Mikey, who was sat beside her and was watching her with a smirk.

She gives him a small smile before looking away and hugging the rest of the beer, exhaling loudly and eying the TV obsessed boys with a groan. “God, you guys are so boring. Can’t we attract play a drinking game? You know I hate football.”

Eventually, after quite a few minutes of pleading, the TV got shit off and everyone gathered around the table in a circle, (Y/N)‘a empty very bottom lying down in the centre as she took a sip from another. “Who’s going first?”

Caspar volunteers quickly and doesn’t hesitate to lean forward and spin the bottle, watching as it landed on Joe and wiggling his eyebrows mischievously. “Joseph, truth or dare?”

Joe narrows his eyes at the blonde’s smug tone but shrugs it off and carries on with the game. “Dare.”

“I dare you to read out your last tinder conversation to us.” Caspar smirks, and (Y/N) laughs and cheers, the rest of the boys following suit causing Joe to groan and pull out his phone from his back pocket.

It turned out that his last tinder conversation hadn’t been all that great, a little awkward if you were to ask (Y/N) for her honest opinion, but she wasn’t exactly a pro at relationships.

Joe rubs his hands together with a cartoon like evil laugh before spinning the bottle, his eyes lighting up when it points at (Y/N), who eyes the bottle with a snigger; the buzz from the alcohol giving her a new found sense of confidence. “(Y/N), my dear best friend, truth or dare?”

She could’ve easily chosen dare, but decided to keep that for a little later on; too sober to even consider doing anything she knew Joe would challenge her too. “Hoeseph, I’ll take my chance with truth.”

Mikey laughs loudly at her nickname for Joe, causing her to glance over at him with a small smile. Joe hums and tilts his head to the left as he stares at her, and everyone else waits in anticipation. “Who was the last person you had a dirty dream about?”

Joe knew this. Joe knew exactly what he was doing, and judging by the smug grin on his face as he wiggled his eyebrows at her: even after a few beers he was more than prepared to tease her for hours on end about the dream she’d told him about by mistake.

But she was prepared, and challenged his smug expression with one of her own, staring into his eyes and not showing a single crack in her resolve. “Danny, from Greece.”

Joe sighs and rolls his eyes as the rest of the boys eye the two in confusion, feeling as if they were missing out on something important but brushing it off when (Y/N) leans in and spins the bottle; smiling widely when it landed on Conor, who’s eyes travelled from the bottle up to her face slowly. “Oh god.”

“Con, truth or dare?”

He watches her cautiously, running his hand through his hair nervously and exhaling in defeat. “Truth.”

“Have you ever had sex to one of your own songs before?”

She was genuinely curious, and now seemed like the perfect time to ask. She was sure she’d heard him listen to his own songs before, which was obviously more than okay, but she’d always silently questioned whether or not he’d had sex with anyone whilst one of his own songs played in the background.

He laughs, his shoulders sinking in relief as he shakes his head. “I was once given a lap dance to Vegas Girl, but I’ve never actually had sex to one of them, no.”

Spinning the bottle without another word, he watches it come to a stop and squinted at Mikey, who’s eyes widen at the mere sight on the older Maynards’ face. Conor grins. “Mikey boy, truth or dare?”

“I think I’ll go for a dare, mate!” He says loudly, in perfect Mikey fashion.

Conor nods and strokes an invisible beard, making both (Y/N) and Jack snort in amusement. “I dare you to show me a picture of the last chick you pulled.”

It was a well known fact that Mikey was relatively secretive about who he hooked up with, but when he sighs and unlocks his phone, (Y/N)’s eyes widen in shock. She can’t help but look down at her hands, slightly uncomfortable as Conor takes the phone out of his hands and begins to laugh hysterically. “Holy shit, that chicks like a carbon copy of (Y/N), just a whole lot less hot!”

Looking up, she furrows her brows and holds out her hand, ignoring Mikey’s words of protest as Conor hands her the phone and she zooms in on the girls face. “I look nothing like this chick; but I swear I recognise her from somewhere.” She looks up at the ceiling as she thinks before gasping in realisation and looking over at Mikey in disbelief. “Oh my god, that’s the girl you met in Utala! Wait, you haven’t pulled in four weeks?”

“Yeah, I know. It’s absolutely ridiculous! I mean, I don’t know what’s happened. One day I was good with everyone that came along, but now? It’s like my hearts making me wait, you know what I mean?”

Joe chuckles as he takes a sip of beer. “Don’t worry mate, there’s always a girl for you. You just gotta find her.”

The rest of the boys nod in agreement, at the stage of drunkness where they lost all need to tease and instead felt sympathetic toward their friend, who glances up from the floor when (Y/N) crawls over and hands him back his phone with a small smile. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have looked at your phone without your say so.”

He shrugs and pockets the device, “s'alright. Just a bit embarrassing when people find out how long it’s been since I got a girl.”

She nods in understanding, making herself comfortable next to him as the boys began to talk between themselves. She leans her head onto his shoulder and sighs. “If it makes this situation any better for you, it’s been a while for me too.”

That night, friendship was tossed out of the window and everything they’d known previously meant nothing anymore. No longer were they just friends with petty crushes, and no longer had they both suffered without sex for a while.

They laid asleep in bed that night, (Y/N)’s head on Mikey’s chest and his hand wound up in her hair. The perfect fit, like two pieces to a puzzle. God was she glad she’d forced the guys to stop watching football.


sufjan: Greetings Every One And Welcome To The Inaugural Sufganiyot Stevens-Graham Chrismukkah Sing-A-Long Seasonal Affective Disorder Gluten Free Sweet Potato Latke Disaster Pageant On Ice

OB: (drake… dude… don’t you think this is a little… over the top?)

drake: (not another word OB)

OB: (but i…)

drake: (i am so serious OB do not fuck this up for him he worked so hard)

sufjan: We Are Gathered Here Today Friends And Family And Loved Ones In This Bleak Year Of Unremitting Sorrow To Remember Our Love For One Another And To Spread Some Much Needed Chrismukkah Cheer And To Dress Our Infant Daughter Up In A Dreidel Costume She Looks So Cute But My Google Image Search For “Baby Dreidel Costume” Unfortunately Yielded No Results So You Are Just Going To Have To Trust Me On This One


sufjan: I Hope You Have All Enjoyed Your Lavish Inter Faith Holiday Dinners But Now It Is Time To Partake In That Most Joyous Tradition Of All, The Singing Of Chrismukkah Carols Traditional And Old, Sunny And Stoic, Sacred And Snowy


sufjan: To That End Aubrey And I Have Collaborated On Five New Extended Plays Of Music For Hanukkah And Christmas Totalling Fifty Songs All Of Which We Will Now Sing In Perfect Unison If You Will Please Refer To The Laminated Song Books I Have Stashed Under Your Chairs

OB: (okay drake i don’t wanna like… stay for fifty songs)

drake: (you’ll stay and you’ll like it)

OB: (but i…)

drake: (pipe down we’re starting the first song)

sufjan: All Right The Name Of This Song Is “Christmas And Hanukkah” It Is In C Major With The Chord Progression G E Minor C D And I Must Inform You That I Actually Sat Down With My Guitar And Composed This Song For Real In Real Life While Writing This Post Like An Absolute Mad Man 

drake: YEAH!

sufjan: My Dear Aubrey Will Now Kick Us Off And Here Are The Tabs If You Would Like To Follow Along At Home

drake: ahem… the lights are glowing and outside it’s snowing but i feel so warm in here

sufjan: Don’t Want To Go Out ‘Cause There’s So Much Snow Out And It’s Been A Long Hard Year

drake: so darling let’s stay at home for a while, i can spin the dreidel, i can make you smile

sufjan: I Can Knit Some Mittens In Your Favorite Style And Put ‘Em Under The Tree In That Great Big Pile

drake: most of the time i spend my days alo-o-one

sufjan: But This Time Of Year I Get To Bring You Ho-o-ome

drake & sufjan: ‘Cause Darling We Know, Things Are Better In Twos! I Wanna Celebrate Hanukkah And Christmas With You!

sufjan: La La La, La La La!

drake: celebrate christmas and hanukkah-ah-ah!

sufjan: La La La, La La La!

drake: light up the tree and the menorah-ah-ah!

sufjan: That Is Our Show Ladies And Gentle Men Merry Christmas Happy Hanukkah And Happy Holidays To All Of You May You Have A Joyous Season Of Warmth And Light Surrounded By People You Love And May Your Uncle Come Through With That New X Box Or What Ever It Is Your Little Heart Desires

drake: take care! stay safe! and we’ll see you in the new year!

sufjan: La La La!

drake: la la la!

Princess? PART 3 (Peter Parker x Reader


Request: Part 3 for Princess?

Warnings: None (if you find one please tell me)

Word Count: 1,696

A/N: FIRST OF ALL thanks for 400 followers???!! I couldn’t even imagine a single person would like my imagines but wow 400? I’m really glad for each and every follower of mine :) SECONDLY I just really enjoyed writing this miniseries, I may write fanfictions maybe in the future?


Peter stared at Y/N for a while, still trying to acknowledge what had Y/N just told him. Of course he got excited, Y/N was charming and the things she said made Peter feel actually special. After a few seconds, without even thinking, he leaned on her and kissed her quickly. Y/N didn’t understand what was going on and when she finally realized, she quickly pushed him: “Peter! I-I… Never mind, I need to leave now I guess.” She got up and headed back to the stairs which led to the restaurant. Peter ran after her while whispering: “I’m such a stupid person. What the hell was I even thinking!”

“Y/N wait, please!” he shouted desperately but Y/N had already left.

“That’s not a reason to skip the school young lady! For two weeks! I can’t believe you did this!” Tony shouted at Y/N, who was nearly crying.

“You don’t-you…” Y/N couldn’t talk anymore, she started to cry out of nowhere which made Tony calm down a bit. “You don’t understand dad, I’m changing. I need to change therefore I need time. Please, just help me be alone for a while. Is school that important for you? Important than me?” She tried to explain while still sobbing. Tony came closer to her, frowning: “Who even told you to change? You are perfect just the way you are sweetheart,” he said calmly while hugging her tightly. Y/N couldn’t talk for a while, crying. Tony was trying to calm her down and after a few minutes she finally managed to stop crying. She lifted her head up to face Tony, who unwrapped his arms from her waist: “I was glad that person helped me to change dad.” Tony nodded. “Take your time. Nothing is more important than you,” he said calmly. Y/N smiled and left his dad’s lab.

It had been two weeks since she left everything. Her boyfriend firstly, then her fake friends and lastly school, to clear her mind. She also hadn’t been talking to Peter for two weeks now. She wasn’t mad at him, she was glad to have him though she knew Peter was avoiding her because he was embarrassed. Since she was trying to clear up her mind, she didn’t find time to talk to Peter too. She knew eventually they both needed to talk since they were both Avengers and kept seeing each other on the tower and meetings. And they didn’t need to wait anymore to talk, thanks to Tony Stark.

“Man, you seriously have a problem with your watch I think. You realize that it’s literally 7 a.m. right now right?” Sam asked angrily to Tony. “Calm down. I make early morning meetings since we go to missions through the whole day birdman you realize that right?” Tony fought back and everyone groaned, obviously to the nickname Tony just used, “birdman”. Peter was anxiously watching his hands like it was the first time he realized he had hands. Y/N was staring at him, wondering when will they were going to finally talk.

“I realized, none of us are properly training in these days so I decided to train today and I made pairings.” Tony explained. “Tony, we are not in the middle school or something, why did you make pairings?” Natasha asked, while everyone was mumbling that they agreed. “Why does everyone in this team always disagreeing me? Anyways, I don’t care just work with the person I give you. I will train with Banner, Nat and Clint will train together, Captain and Birdman, Spiderboy and Y/N, Barnes and Wanda.” Everyone nodded and headed to the training room except two people, Y/N and Peter.

Peter’s eyes were wide open when he heard who he was paired up with. However, Y/N was calm, in fact happy that she was finally going to talk to the only person who she wanted to be friends with. She quickly got up and walked towards Peter, who was frozen, staring at the plain wall. When she was finally standing in front of him, she waved her hand: “Earth to Peter, you need to get up immediately or my dad will be pretty angry wondering where the hell we are when we are supposed to training,” she said smiling. Peter got up without saying anything. He closed his eyes and stared to talk: “Look Y/N-“

Y/N cut his sentence off: “You don’t have to be sorry, stop avoiding me. I actually enjoyed talking to you, so what you made a single mistake! I’m not mad at all but I will be if you don’t talk to me anymore.” Y/N crossed her arms, raising her eyebrow. Peter’s eyes were wide open once again, shocked that Y/N wasn’t upset about the thing he did: “I-I’m really glad that it’s all good between us… Now, shall we?” He smiled weakly and they both headed to the training room.

Training room was like a battlefield. Everyone was basically trying to kill each other but Y/N and Peter weren’t really surprised that everyone was this harsh. They changed their clothes and got ready to fight each other. Y/N threw Peter the first punch, which Peter successfully avoided, while kicking her in the knee. “So, Peter-“ Y/N started to talk while avoiding Peter’s punches and kicking him in his tummy. “I was wondering, maybe we could get to know each other more?” Y/N offered. Peter was clearly blushing and he acted like he wasn’t able to respond because of their fight. He threw punches continuously which were really easy for Y/N to avoid. She raised her eyebrow: “Quoting you, ‘Umm rude much?’ Are you going to answer me or not?” She chuckled and kicked Peter onto the ground. Without letting him get up she held his arms and pinned them on the floor: “I’m not letting you go until you tell me what’s going on? What did I do to you?” She asked anxiously. Peter tried to kick her, but she was too strong. “I-I… I was embarrassed okay? I thought you liked me because of the thing you said… It made me feel special Y/N, for the first time in my life. But of course, I was too stupid to recognize I am the peasant and you are the princess. I had no chance, never will. I get it, I’m the loser guy and you are the popular girl, seriously, no big deal.” he said, panting. Y/N didn’t say anything, she had a plain gaze, she was just staring into Peter’s eyes. She closed her eyes, shook her head and let Peter to get up. Now, she was sitting on the floor, Peter was confused, he sat down next to her. “I thought you were different Peter.” She stared at him in disappointment. Peter regretted every word he said: “Y/N, hey, I didn’t-“

“I thought, I had finally found someone who understood me. Who thought I wasn’t perfect, I had flaws, I wasn’t a fucking princess and that was okay. You know, I was actually feeling something about you Peter!” She shook her head and got up quickly, not listening a single word Peter said after her.

It was nearly 1 a.m. and Y/N was on the roof of the tower, she didn’t actually feel sad. She didn’t feel anything at all. She was just staring up at the stars and humming a song.

“Pleasee don’t go. Most nights I hardly sleep when I’m alone.” Now Peter was humming with her. He sat down beside her. She looked at him with a blank face.  Then he had an idea. He pulled his iPod and earphones out of his pockets. He gave one to Y/N and put the other on his ear. He searched for the song Y/N was humming before and he played it immediately from the start. Before the lyrics started he offered her his hand and asked: “Can I at least have one dance?” She stared at his hand and looked up at his face, she didn’t say anything but nodded. They both got up, Peter put both of hands on her waist and Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, they were both staring each other’s eyes although it was really dark for them to see each other. The song’s lyrics finally started, they both sang them softly,

“Nobody ever knows

Nobody ever sees

I left my soul

Back then, no I’m too weak

Most nights I pray for you to come home

Praying to the lord

Praying for my soul”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean a word I said back there, except the parts about you making me feel special,” Peter whispered, song still filling both of their ears. Y/N had a single tear on her cheek but Peter didn’t notice. She whispered: “Less talk, just enjoy the moment, please,” she said weakly, nearly crying.

They were both silent, now they were just dancing to the lyrics:

“Now please don’t go

Most nights I hardly sleep when I’m alone

Now please don’t go, oh no

I think of you whenever I’m alone

So please don’t go

Cause I don’t ever wanna know

Don’t ever wanna see things change

Cause when I’m living on my own

I wanna take it back and start again”

Song was nearly finished, they were still dancing slowly. Y/N wasn’t crying anymore, in fact, she was having the happiest moments of her life. Finally, someone was actually caring about her and letting her have a single moment that she would actually enjoy.

On the other hand, Peter was in tears. When the song finished, he whispered: “Please don’t leave me,” he whispered, crying softly. They stopped dancing.  Peter pulled his hands off Y/N’s waist because she didn’t answer him. Y/N immediately grabbed them and put them back to her waist: “Wait, don’t pull away…Not yet,” she whispered. “Are you going to say something?” Peter asked shyly after waiting too long for Y/N to answer.

“No,” she said simply. Peter sighed and he attempted to leave Y/N once again but before he could move Y/N mumbled something,

“Actions speak louder than words.” And finally, their lips met each other softly.

— @s-piderparker @jaderbugz @alishapotter @ff-exotic12

“pretty lips and soft brown eyes, her hand around my wrist. the air is quiet, being softly, as we just exist.

i would kiss her, if she wanted, happily comply. but i am scared and she’s unsure- we’re both a little shy.

she’s not perfect, i’m not perfect; this i know is true. we could just be flawed together, i think that would do.

i don’t know how she is feeling, i’m too afraid to ask.  still i know i’ll always love her, as friends or 

something else.

pretty lips and soft brown eyes, her hand around my wrist. the air is quiet, being softly as we just


  - a sapphic lullaby                                                           

- okay first thing first they are all so gorgeous like actual gods
- namjoon is legit the man i want to marry he is perfect holy shit
- not today was so good holy crap
- i legit laughed at jjk during his dumb begin dance lmao
- reflection made me cry so much i legit cried wtf
- plus for the reflection vcr they played road/path which is my fave bts song ever
- jhope is so beautiful like i was actually dead when i saw him
- first love was sooooooo extra lmao yoongis outfit was so ugly
- cypher part 4 was the best
- jimin is actually so charismatic and was literally born to be a performer
- they are all so talented
- they are so skinty wtf
- i literally contemplated during the second half of the concert how blessed i am to stan this group bc they are so positive and make all their fans feel special it’s remarkable
- i love them so much actually
- jin is an actual comedian king of jokes
- i cried a lot lmao during i need u spring day and reflection and 2 3 i really lost it
- it was the best concert i have ever been to they are so amazing

I was tagged by @bonnefoybaggins, much appreciated!

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

  • Relationship Status: Taken.
  • Lipstick or Chapstick: I have a drawer full of Palmer’s cocoa butter chapstick. I 100% always must have a chapstick upon my person. I may have a problem. 
  • Last Movie I Watched: Um.. well… ugh fUCK OKAY, RISS AND I WATCHED A SERBIAN FILM TOGETHER BECAUSE WE’RE NORMAL PEOPLE CLEARLY :|||||||| Perfect date movie yknow?
  • Last Song You Listened To: Kaiser Chiefs - Child of the Jago.
  • Top 3 Shows/Dramas/Anime: Gotham, The League of Gentlemen, Buffy.
  • Top 3 Characters: Edward Nygma, Pennywise, Brodie Bruce.
  • Top 3 Ships: Nygmobblepot, Spuffy, Tillow.

Tagging: Eyy, how about I actually tag people - @riddlelvr, @edngyma@backwardabyss, @mainewitch, @memory-vacant. Enjoy! :p

It has come to my attention that people who weren’t in the fandom when HTTYD2 came out may not know about Alexander Rybak.

Originally posted by dsiergiej

Now, some of you may know this guy as the winner of Euro Vision 2010. (Or however you write/spell it.) 

But, if you weren’t on tumblr, and part of the How To Train Your Dragon fandom, back in 2014, you may not be aware that he’s also Hiccup’s Norwegian voice. Yup. This is the guy who voice’s Hiccup in the language he would have actually spoken. 

Not only this, but, for the second movie, he wrote the INCREDIBLE song Into A Fantasy. Okay. It’s not as gorgeous or awesome as Where No One Goes. But what is? It’s still a beautiful song, and it’s perfect for Hiccup and Toothless. 

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Hopefully that works… I’ve never embedded a video in a post before. If not, here’s a link.

Now. Why am I bringing this up?

The other day at work, one of Alexander Rybak songs came up on my iPod (I’m a dishwasher, so I’m allowed to listen to music in the back). And I suddenly remembered the fact he’s Hiccup’s voice. And he’s an incredible singer. 

I felt it was important to bring this up, after the musical episode on Race to the Edge. 

That’s all. Enjoy the music. 

@midnight–flight and @bgsdragons This is what I was telling you guys about last night. 

anonymous asked:

ok ok ok what bout caulscott? ?? ?? (puppy eyes)

SHIT okay thats at least half of my nathan otps done now LIT ASF YALL

- max and nathan take trips at night in his truck sometimes when they cant sleep to go off and “adventure” for the perfect photo ops

- max takes, OF COURSE, every opportunity she can to take pics of nathan and things nathan likes because she knows he likes to focus on photography sometimes to calm himself down (wiTH WHALE SONGS PLAYIN IN THE BACKGROUND) and so every time she sees one of her photos in nathans notebooks/binders she so touCHED HE ACTUALLY LIKES IT- it makes her only wanna get more and more

- max tbh cant sleep without whale songs now too bc shes so used to hearing them when shes with nathan 

- many many many mornings of max sprinting to her dorm to get changed and then running to class bc she always SWEARS she wont spend the night at nathans when she has morning classes but that asshole always convinces her (aND THEN SHUTS HER EARLY ALARMS OFF BC HE HATES THE NOISE)


-he would get mad learning/mostly forgetting the chords over and over again so theyd have to take a lot of breaks and she’d just sit and listen to him call it “fucking stupid” and rant about how “only hippies with no fucking jobs” only play guitar… and then he’d go right back into it


-nathan convinces max to sneak into the prescott estate buT EVERYTIME max is too scared to spend the night there ( sHE SWEARS SHE HEARS NOISES) 

-nathan buying max expensive things like clothes = max never ever wearing them but thanking nathan anyways (she puts it in the back of her closet but nathan never says anything, just buys her more stuff)