tonight is just a really emotional night

i honestly don’t think i’ll ever get over one direction. i’m sentimental like that. they’re always going to be this like…. piece of my heart and i’m always going to laugh and smile when i think about them because like… they’ve literally grown up with me and we’ve all shared life together in like this really weird authentic way and i just like. i don’t think i’m one of those people to just say “huh well that was fun” and grow out of it

Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 2)

I am sorry for not having this sooner please forgive me senpai 

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Young! Reader x Father ! Klaus

Young! Reader x Uncle!Kol




It had been a week since the incident with the Kidnapping . So far every one is slightly shaken up that something like that can happen to their dear hope. Or well every one would if Kol would forget about the person who was actually tortured like everyone else did to  Y/N .


She hadn’t really spoken much since the incident . But her screams in the night , showed her true emotions .


But it seemed like tonight was not one of those nights thankfully. Kol didn’t know how much longer he could stay calm , her leg was healing nicely.  Well nicely enough when your ankle is fraktured


The originals tried to give her blood but every time she would pretend to drink it or just not enough to heal her completly.



But she was healing as her family tended to Hope’s crying. Kol watches at (y/n( , whom gasps as her sister nearly falls on the steps but doesn’t move from her seat . “Hello darling How are you ,” he says walking up to her. “I am fine uncle Kol , how are you ?” He could tell she was trying to be happy but her smile didn’t reach her eyes or heart.



“Come on love you can’t be sad forever . I am sure your parents were al–”


“Already taking care of Hope and tending her needs . Its fine Uncle Kol , they were just to busy doing other things . they couldn’t focus on me and Hope. I am just glad You we’re there for me when I needed you ” she then gave Kol a hug making him smile for the little girls sake , but he knew deep down its was going to take more than a hug to comfort the young child . 


“ hey get dressed Aunty Davina wanted to give you a check up ” he says, making a smile whip onto the small girls face as she goes to prepare with her  crutches in hand to support her body.

“So do you intend to steal away my daughter every time something happens to her ,” scowled Klaus.


“I told you already Niklaus . it isn’t stealing if she want to Come with me . It’s not like.your trying to.do you job when it comes to taking care.  Of her .” kol says. “I am taking her to the cauldron to see Davina wanted to check on her leg . ” he continues.


“Do you intend to take her to some outsider , when Freya is hear with more magic and  knowledge,” he says, as his anger rises.“Thou Davina isn’t as powerful Freya. She is more around and loving to her” 

  ” Is that so brother then tell me who is the person that helps wrap (Y/n( bandages when  Hayley isn’t around , or when Y/n needs help reaching her courtches.“


"Y/n wouldn’t even need crouthes if you even batted an eye at the girl. You fear they will both push you away when they grow up. But they have nothing to push away if you don’t care for the both of them ,” Kol says walking up to Klaus . Both of them were so angry they didn’t notice that Y/n walking into the room.


“ If its such a problem that I go out with Uncle Kol then I won’t go. No need to fight over anyone . ” she said then makes her way back to her room leaving the two grown men alone .

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“Oh its you,” she said walking into the room . “Must be  horrible being a human . You know only to live ,survive only to be killed ” she says.

“What do you want Hope” Y/n says holding on to her sketch book. “What can’t I just come and check on my twin” she Scowls at the word . 


“I mean after all I need to be a bigger person here,"she pushes off Y/n’s crutches from the bed and snatches her sketch book from  her .

"Hey what the fuck,” Y/n said as Hope sits down and Klaus comes to the room.  Klaus gasps at Y/n words.

“So you expect to go out with Kol ,with that kind of language ,” he yells walking up the the human child as tears brim Hope’s eyes .


 "You and I are going to talk about this ,“ he said walking away with the fake crying Hope from the room . Y/n glares at her twins walking form and sighs knowing that they won’t believe her story .


Y/n POV


I take a deep breath trying to calm my nerves but nothing is working.  "Little brat” I say noticing that my sketches were all torn out .  I place the now empty sketch book on the bed side table . 


I was about to try and pick up my crutches when Uncle Elijah and Klaus walks into the room and locks the  door.  "Y/n please tell me what your father heard you say isn’t true ?“  Uncle Elijah asks. 


Uncle Elijah was always there for me when Uncle Kol wasn’t around or in this families case awake or alive. I could tell he wanted to give me the benefit of the doubt but he knew I would be lying to him .



"Hello Y/n I believe your Uncle asked you ”


“Yes Uncle Elijah I did curse at Hope ,” I said cutting off ‘my father ’ if I can even call him that . He is more like the sperm donor who didn’t leave the baby mama.  Yeah that’s it.


“And what was this reason you attacked your sister,”

“Its not an attack all I said was 'what the fuck’ is exactly like say ’ what the heck’,” I say staring dead at them.


“Are you sure that is all you said ,” said Klaus



“Are you sure you have sensitive hearing cause you sure don’t act like it ,” I cross my arms , making Klaus huff in anger . “Y/n you are not allowed to go read or practice magic . When you go to school . You go and come right back . Nor are you allowed to meet Davina at all or go to Marcellus ,”

I felt like my was heart being stabbed repeatedly . “ wha- are – Fine ,” I say knowing that arguing with the two of them is useless. Everything I loved to do and take it.  


Yet if it was Hope they would let her off with a warning . I release a sigh as they walk out the room with not another word . Yes I know what I did was wrong –


My thoughts were interupted when I notice Uncle Kol walk into the room . “Hi Uncle Coco ,” I say as he picks up my crutches from the ground and leans them on my bed side tables. “I heard what happened ,”

“Not like you wouldn’t someone would off told you eventually,” I say , my sounded sad and defeated but its not like my voice should be for from it cause of everything .


“It wasn’t such a nice thing you said to Hope . ” he sits down onto my bed . I look down to my F/c bed sheets   . “If you heard what she said you would think what I said would be angelic ,” I say leaning on my head board .

“And what would that be darling ,”


“She said my purpose in life is to grow only to killed only to be killed .”  the feeling of wanting to cry engulfed me . My own sister wanted me dead . and doesn’t even think off me as a person. 


“My sisters thinks I am made to die . Maybe those people who has kidnapped me should of killed me , or better yet  ” I didn’t notice tears were coming out my eyes until Uncle Kol pulled me into his arms. Thou I am with him I feel alone .


 * Maybe I should kill me self* I thought as he rubs my back. *But  I can let Uncle Kol know my plan * I thought hugging him back. “ Are you OK little bird ” he said putting his chin on my head. I wipe my tears and snuggle into his chest . “Yeah I am fine ” I said knowing I won’t be able to bother anyone any more .

Caffeinated love

I’m shit at titles ok don’t judge

Author: ceruleanbucky

Summary: You lose your virginity to Bucky.

Warnings: Smut, Fluff, Cursing, Oral (reader receiving) 

Here’s some random smut for you.

Yes I’m back. I’ve been really busy with school and some emotional stuff recently, so I never really have time to write. But, I have a few hours tonight and tomorrow night so I’m planning on writing a bunch of fics and drabbles to just queue up for you all. Thanks for sticking with me. Hope you enjoy the fic! Let me know if you want to be tagged in any future fics/drabbles or if you have any requests! Love ya!

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#7 Of Many.

Wow, I have not done these in a while. Anyways, today’s late night thoughts are about boybands and specifically, Bangtan Boys. Their recent tour just started tonight and it’s bringing back memories from my One Direction and 5 Seconds of Summer days. I absolutely hate hate hate liking boybands because I always feel so emotional and torn apart. I really shouldn’t be comparing BTS to 1D or 5SOS because BTS are so much more in my opinion. 

But my affection for them are all the same. I feel like a wreck and I’m overwhelmed. It’s hard to enjoy liking people who are so successful and have a big fan base. It’s hard that I don’t have friends who like BTS as much as I do, in real life. It’s like I have all these words to say but I can’t say them. And it’s not even just with BTS, it happened with 1D and 5SOS as well. I didn’t have anyone to talk about them with. Sure, I had friends that liked them but it wasn’t the same because I lived and breathed those boybands. My friends were more casual than I was. 

Anyways, my main point is that I remembered why I stopped like bands or boybands to begin with. It makes me sad. It makes me sad that I’m not as fortunate to go to concerts every year to go see them. It makes me sad that I try and support people that have tons of fans and I’m just one person that can easily stop stanning them and they wouldn’t even know. What makes it even worse is that, BTS isn’t a new group. They’ve been out for a while and being a new fan is stressful bc you’re trying to catch up. But for me it feels like I’m running but I can never seem to catch the finish line because the line also keeps moving. 

I remember a couple years ago, crying and heartbroken because I would never seen 1D and Niall Horan would never love me because who am I? I am one small insignificant person who they will never know. 

Now fast forward a couple years and I’m still in the same position, crying and heartbroken because I will never see BTS and Jungkook will never love me because who am I? I am one small insignificant person who they will never know. 

Loving Tom was easier because the fanbase is smaller and the amount of content he releases are more spread out rather than all of it hitting me at once. Honestly, loving actors is so much easier. 

I wish I was one of those people that didn’t obsess over things like celebrities and social media because I feel like life would be easier that way. 

Drunken night.

So, thanks to (these) pictures, the inner dark harry lover in me has risen. That’s right, he could have gotten that cut from anything, something innocent even, like cutting vegetables. BUT, my mind is too dirty to think that…so… I wrote this…and here it is. (it’s not really dark harry. Just drunk harry and some drunk sex) ;) 

btw, I apologize for the shitty title. I honestly couldn’t think of a good unique title. lol

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Emotional nights lead to drinking until crazy hours of the morning for Harry. Most especially tonight, December 13th. You knew he was going to get drunk, he can’t handle sad moments too well; he got a lump on his throat the moment he and the boys watched the video of friends thanking them. And he wished he had drank just a tiny bit of alcohol before the performance. But like the professional he is, he didn’t. He waited until they were backstage to get utterly, and completely, wasted.
Now, he’s not a drunk crier. Unlike Niall, who was sobbing while he rested his head on Liam’s shoulder, Harry was a loud and happy drunk. Although his eyes rimmed with tears and his lips got puffy whenever someone walked over to him and told him lovely words and wished him luck for his break, Harry was fine.
Soft drink followed by stronger ones, and your boyfriend was, as always, dancing in the middle of the dance floor at The X-Factor After Party with Nick and Rita.

You were silently chuckling at them as you sipped on your Margarita. Oh, you could not get drunk tonight if you wanted to bring your messy boyfriend home safe.
Not home, a hotel just for the night. 

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So we all know there’s that horrible kind of suicidal feeling where you just want the pain to end but like…there’s also that really beautiful suicidal feeling? It’s like when you want to die, but only because you want to be a part of the trees, the wind, the clouds…you just want your soul to be at peace and chill out on the top of a cliff where the sunset is massive and the field is as far as the eye can see and the wind whips the grass and makes those gorgeous waves and you just want to be part of that forever 

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I went to see phantom yesterday, which was aMAZING, and then this evening I made the mistake of listening to down once more from the phantom25 soundtrack which is just??? there are no words for the depth of emotion just conveyed by their voices…you have to listen to it to understand. listening to it always makes me desperate to draw and tonight I finally gave in. these are all either personal headcanons, interesting bits from last night’s performance or my favourite aspects of phantom25. idk what the hell this style is but it was really really theraputic to do after a few days of not drawing much. my thoughts under the cut.

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It’s been amazing being here with you because I’m looking out at this crowd, and I think you probably have noticed this but you’re all lit up. Like you all have bracelets on, you’re all illuminated. Yeah? Which means that every single one of us on stage can see every single one of you, even if you’re at the top row and if you think we can’t see you, we can see you. And it’s the most amazing thing to look out into a crowd like this, and to think about how many things you could’ve been doing tonight, but you decided to make plans to be here with us on the last night of this tour. And it’s been…It’s been the most incredible time of my life. So it’s really emotional for all of us on stage and I’m just so happy that we’re getting to share this night with you and that you’re being so incredibly wonderful to us. And, you know, I look out and I see how incredible you’re being and so open and so excitable and all these wonderful things that you are…You know, dancing around like crazy, and screaming the words to the songs at the top of your lungs and dressing however you felt like dressing and you know, making signs, all the things that you do.

And I never want anything…I never want anything bad to happen to you, I just think you’re amazing. And so I guess if there’s one thing that you remember from tonight, I keep up with you online, and I see the good things. I see the signs you’re making for the shows, what you’re gonna wear, all that. But I also see the hard, terrible things you have to go through when people say things to you and leave an anonymous comment, and tell you that you’re not good enough, or whatever. People say and do very thoughtless things, it’s inevitable that, at some point, someone is going to be careless and cruel to you. And I just want you to remember one thing. You are not the opinion of somebody who doesn’t know you or care about you, okay? I was in London a few years ago and I was really struggling with trying to process what mattered to me and whose opinions mattered to me. You know, I had people commenting constantly on absolutely every aspect of my life and sort of dissecting it. And I made a decision a couple years ago that the only opinions that really count to me are the people who want to spend time with me. Your opinion is the only one that really matters to me. And it was upon that realization that I met up with an amazing singer-songwriter named Imogen Heap and I played her this idea I had for a song called Clean. Will you sing this one with me?

—  Taylor Swift to the Melbourne crowd on night three (12/12/13), the last night of The 1989 World Tour, before performing Clean
here's a late night sappy post

I’m not sure how to start this. For what seems like a lifetime I’ve been pocketing my feelings for another day. I’ve fought tooth and nail to feel as neutral as possible so I wouldn’t have to deal with the ups and downs anymore. Every emotion was mildly built and cold to the touch but for the past couple of months I’ve lost whatever grasp I had holding me steady and I can’t help but think it’s gotta be something about her. Maybe I’ve finally gone batshit but then again maybe I’ve just really fallen down the rabbit hole with this one. Ive spent so many nights drowning in her scent that my bed seems eerily empty tonight as I fight the urge to reach across my sheets to try and find the back of her neck; and I already don’t want to think of a morning without seeing just enough sun shine through the curtains to light up the freckles on her shoulders and the smirk on her “I’m sorry I wake you up at 9 AM” face. She makes me tumble further down every damn morning and with everyday passing I can feel the smile across my face grow. I’ve never known a love without anger until now. I’ve never known a love without words until now. I’ve never been so scared to stop trying to grab roots and just free fall but my body is fighting my instinct on this and diving head first. She’s something so beautiful. She makes me want to rediscover all the love I once had for this world and spread it around. I don’t ever want to find an end to this.

im really sorry you guys but i need to take a break and close my inbox for the night. this is all just taking a big emotional toll on me right now. so guys, PLEASE, if you need someone, reach out. but im just not able to be that person tonight and im so sorry because i feel like im letting you guys down, but i just need to step away right now. im sorry. i love you all. i’ll be back in the morning. there are plenty of people whose inboxes are open. PLEASE talk to them. 

It’s been amazing being here with you, because I’m looking out at this crowd, and I… I think you probably have noticed this, but you’re all lit up. Like, you all have bracelets on, you’re all illuminated. Yeah? Which means that every single one of us on stage can see every single one of you, even if you’re at the top row and you think we can’t see you – we can see you. And it’s the most amazing thing to look out into a crowd like this, and to think about how many things you could’ve been doing tonight, but you decided to make plans to be here with us on the last night of this tour, and it’s been… it’s been the most incredible time of my life. So it’s really emotional for all of us on stage, and I’m just so happy that we’re getting to share this night with you, and that you’re being so incredibly wonderful to us. And, you know, I… I look out and I see how incredible you’re being, and so open, and so, um… so excitable, and all these wonderful things that you are – you know, dancing around like crazy, and screaming the words to the songs at the top of your lungs, and dressing however you felt like dressing, and, um, you know, making signs, all the things that you do. And, um, I never want anything… I never want anything bad to happen to you, I… I just think you’re amazing. And, um, so I guess if there’s one thing that you remember from tonight – you know, I keep up with you online, and I see the good things. I see what you’re… the sings you’re making for the shows, what you’re gonna wear, all that. But I also see the hard, terrible things you have to go through when people say things to you, and leave an anonymous comment, and tell you that you’re not good enough, or whatever. Um, people say and do very thoughtless things, and, um, it’s inevitable that, at some point, someone is going to be careless and cruel to you. And just want you to remember one thing. You are not the opinion of somebody who doesn’t know you or care about you, okay? I was in London, um, a few years ago, and I was really struggling with, um, trying to process what mattered to me, and whose opinions mattered to me. You know, I had people commenting constantly on absolutely every aspect of my life, and sort of dissecting it. And I made a decision a couple years ago that the only opinions that really count to me are the people who want to spend time with me. Your opinion is the only one that really matters to me. And it was upon that realisation that, um, I met up with an amazing singer-songwriter named Imogen Heap, and I played her this idea I had for a song called Clean. Will you sing this one with me?
—  Taylor during the final Clean speech of the 1989 World Tour, Melbourne night 3 (12/12/15)

I really, really wish it was summer already. It’s most midnight and I know I’m going to have a restless night. I’d much rather use that time to lie outside and watch the stars rather than hide under my blankets and watch a dull roof.

im so tired of these random fits of antisocial behaviour i get, my closest friends are having a movie night tonight and i really wanted to go but last minute i find myself not wanting to go for no apparent reason and it really sucks because i get really emotional for the rest of the night, and it just happens every now and then and i find myself making up all these excuses as to why i cant go places

Anya listens for the sound of Lexa’s door closing before finally letting herself laugh, wondering how this fond feeling has managed to worm itself into her chest. (x)

thunderlove left me with a lot of feelings tonight and I really needed to just let it all out. and since I can’t write for shit, here’s a drawing of anya still working on her couch in the middle of the night after lexa has gone to bed. 

for adrmaloud. I hope you’re happy with yourself. 

3am text to my boyfriend

I can’t sleep. Which sucks cause I have to get up soon. But I just wanted you to know that you are the most wonderful person I have ever met. I keep thinking about how you looked at me tonight…I could see into your soul, I felt all of your love, I wanted to kiss you so so so much just to kind of try and reciprocate what you were telling me with your eyes. I can’t believe how much I love you. I didn’t think it was possible to feel so deeply about anything… I wish I was better at putting into words exactly how you make me feel, but maybe thats the poetry of it. There are no words because what I feel has never been able to be described. Just know that I love you and I probably always will, whether romantically or platonically. You are very special. Thank you so much for being a part of my life.