watch it all in about five days

How to get into the Holy Trinity: Hamilton, Heathers, and Dear Evan Hansen. Ten easy steps.

Step one: Find out about Hamilton and halfheartedly listen to it.

Step two: This shit is goOD SHIT–

Step three: Coming down from the Hamilton hype a bit and you start listening to your other music again instead of Hamilton. Vulnerable to new musicals.

Step four: Hamilton blogs upload Heathers content. You check it out because you are apparently a musical person so maybe you’ll get into this one?

Step five: HOOOOO MAMA YOU DIDN’T KNOW YOU NEEDED THIS WHY IS VERONICA’S VOICE SO SMOOTH–??

Step six: Start watching Heathers animatics because JD is hot in all of them.

Step seven: You watch a Dear Evan Hansen animatic because it came up on your dash because you watch so many Heathers ones.

Step eight: You listen to Dear Evan Hansen because you’re curious about it now and it seems pretty cool.

Step nine: NOT AGAIN HOLY SHIT

Step ten: Everything is a reference to one of the Holy Trinity. Your obsession has leaked into your every day life. Your friends don’t know you. You don’t know you. What have you become.

  • Hugo: Hey, Mat?
  • Mat: What?
  • Hugo: Can I share something with you from earlier today?
  • Mat: What is it, Hugo?
  • Hugo: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning.
  • Mat: Yeah...
  • Hugo: Because I have to, uh, go out of town for one weekend.
  • Mat: Yeah.
  • Hugo: This month.
  • [Mat giggles]
  • Hugo: And so I was, like, I won't give specific dates, but I was like, "Do you have a preference if I go this weekend or the next weekend?"
  • Mat: Mm-hm.
  • Hugo: Your response.
  • [Both laugh]
  • Hugo: At 9:30 in the morning... "Mother fuckin' Jesse Eisenberg Jesus chRIST FUCK DUDE MOTHER Fuckin' Facebook movie bulLSHIT JESUS CAN YOU FUCKIN' BELIEVE THIS SHIT".
  • [Mat laughs]
  • Hugo: No punctuation. Random capitalization. So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now."
  • [Mat laughs]
  • Hugo: Forty-five minutes pass. I get a text from you. "GOD DAMN CREATED FACEBOOK AND FUCKING LAWYERS AND SHIT RIGHT FUCKIN' WINKLEVOSS TWINS GOD DAMN ROWING THE BOAT FUCK YO SHIT I CAN'T EVEN FUCKIN BELIEVE THIS SHIT HAVE YOU SEEN THIS SHIT FUCK I JUST WATCHED THIS SHIT FUCK JESSE EISENBERG MAN".
  • [Mat is dying with laughter]
  • Hugo: I say, "Mat, you're scaring me."
  • Hugo: An hour passes. You respond, "MOTHER FUCKIN SPIDER-MAN YOU PUT IN THE TIME FUCK PUT IN THE TIME MOTHER FUCKIN BUILT SHIT WITH HIS BARE HANDS FUCKIN BEST FRIEND SHIT JESSE EISENBERG I'm very tired".
  • Hugo: I'm just like, "No problem, man. I'll... I'll do most of the talking at the PTA meeting today."
  • Hugo: IMMEDIATE RESPONSE. I'M TALKING, LIKE FIVE SECONDS LATER. "NO MAN I'LL JUST TALK ABOUT THE FACEBOOK MOVIE ALL DAY SHIT MAN YOU HAVE TO BE SO INTERESTED IN THE SHIT I HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THE FUCKING FACEBOOK MOVIE FUCK DUDE I JUST WATCHED IT A YEAR AND A HALF AGO FUCK JESSE EISENBERG MAN HE FUCKED OVER SPIDER-MAN CRAZY WINKLEVOSS TWINS ROWING TRENT RESIN OAR DID THE SOUNDTRACK FUCK THIS GUY WHO INVENTED FACEBOOK I DON'T LIKE DIE I CAN'T THINK OF WHO THE FUCK INVENTED FACEBOOK ALL I CAN THINK IS THE GUY WHO PLAYED THE GUY WHO INVENTED FACEBOOK WHO THE FUCK INVENTED FACEBOOK".
  • [Mat is physically wheezing from laughing]
  • Hugo: And then in all capital letters. Two hours later.
  • Hugo: "MARK ZUCKERBERG".
Crea Magazine, July 2017: Kyungsoo interview

[D.O.] is a main vocal of the well-acclaimed performance group EXO, and has gained popularity for his calm air. We went to Seoul to hear more, starting with his first romantic comedy.

Afternoon in Seoul in a studio by the Han River - he entered quietly and appeared suddenly at the corner I was sitting in, waiting for him. 

“Konichiwa.” I rose and greeted thoughtlessly in Japanese, caught off guard. He bowed with an honest smile, replying with “konichiwa.”

Gray jacket and sneakers. Pale skin and thin, silver-framed glasses. The outfit made D.O. seem like an unassuming college freshman more than a celebrity.

He has been balancing acting with EXO’s activities for three years. In South Korea, where it takes time to be recognized as an actor, he stands out from even within EXO for featuring in projects alongside movie stars like Ha Jungwoo and Shin Hakyun. 


South Korean artists often make their actor debut in school-life dramas, but in D.O.’s case, he’s left strong impressions acting as an alter ego (IOIL) and as a psychopath (IRY). Even his film debut (Cart) was a social critique of the treatment of precarious workers, where his character’s mother led labor strikes. 

“Maybe because I go by my birth name for acting, apparently some who’ve seen me in a drama or movie are surprised to learn ‘that guy is in EXO.’ But to me, there’s no such distinction between singing and dancing as EXO or acting for a drama or movie. It feels natural to change for each circumstance. All I think about when choosing a role is if I want to try being him.”

His first romantic comedy, the webdrama Be Positive which released last fall, is a social phenomenon with over thirty million views. 

“Hwandong dreams of becoming a movie director. He’s bright and restless, completely different from any other role I’d had, so he was novel. […] A lot like Hwandong, I try to be positive about everything. But I don’t seem to have the energy to start dancing on the streets (laughs). I don’t really like spicy food either. Ochazuke, kasuzuke! Even in Korea, I often visit Japanese restaurants. (When someone who works at SME) asks if I didn’t go to one just yesterday, I can’t lie about eating sushi again (wry smile).”

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I Think I’m Yours

Request: “Eye colour Soulmate AU (where people are born with heterochromatic eyes, and they only revert to their genetically inherited colour when they interact with their soulmate.)”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1028

Warnings: None

Originally posted by crazy-vibes-under-the-moon


Newt sifted through his writing, letting out a long, tired sigh as he looked for a certain paragraph that he had forgotten to edit. His eyes, one blue and one green, flitted across the pages lazily, only half-heartedly putting effort into the search.  

“Newt!” A voice called. “Order for Newt!”

He jumped to his feet, running a hand over his face in an attempt to push away the creeping tiredness. Editing his manuscript was such a monotonous job that even now, in the early hours of the afternoon, he longed for his bed. He came before the little lady who held out the paper bag containing his lunch and a cup of coffee. She looked up to him, doing a double take as she spotted his eyes. Then she cast a sorry gaze upon him, a sad smile tugging at her lips. Newt took the meal, ashamedly hanging his head lower as he walked back to his table. Not many people noticed, but once up close many could tell the slight significance in the hue of his eyes.

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The Nanny

A/N: I know, a new series. But I just needed a new idea. Anyways this is the first part to what I’m hoping to be a 6 part series. Let me know what you guys think

Word count: 2,000 something words

Warnings: Mentions of a house fire, minor death not graphic

Summary: When Bucky Barnes hired a Nanny, he thought he was going to hire someone to take care of the kid. But when she starts, he knows that she is more than just a Nanny

The Nanny MasterList

“Looking for a full time Nanny. Must be able to work late and be able to take care of both a kid and a dog. I am willing to provide a room for you to sleep in. In interested please Email me your resume at jbbarnes6412@gmail.com

Thank you,
J. Barnes”

As you read what seemed like the millionth job ad, you copied the listed email address into the empty email box.

Dear Mr. Barnes,
Below I have attached my resume. I hope I am a good fit for what you are looking for. My hours are flexible and I love dogs almost as much as I love kids.

Sincerely,
Y/N Y/L/N

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So about a month ago was the ASB elections at our school and to run you make a short video and people usually make posters as well. So there’s this one sophomore boy who was running for Activities coordinator and we’re all watching the videos at an assembly and his starts to play. Five minutes of him eating fruity pebbles and telling you to vote for him-that was the whole video. Just him and a soggy bowl of cereal.

Cut to a few days later I’m at my locker and I look up and there’s this tiny little white sticker stuck to the white wall. The kid didn’t make posters he made labels. The whole school was covered with those little plastic printout label maker label stickers ‘vote Francis". That was it, just labels and cereal. That was his whole campaign.


He fucking won. He beat some popular 6'3 baseball player. He fucking won.

anonymous asked:

What would the rangers at pride be like?

I’m terrible at these things so please bear with but feel free to add to it!

The Rangers decide on a road-trip to San Francisco Pride due to Angel Grove not having its own yet (though Kimberly has started a petition to change that).

(and she’s really hoping the petition will succeed; she can’t deal with another road-trip filled with so much bickering).

Zack spends the whole journey messing with Kimberly and Trini by pulling faces and making noises when they do something couple-y. Trini spends most of the journey glaring at him and punching him in the shoulder while Jason and Billy just continually shake their heads from their positions in the front seats. 

When they arrive they all just stop and stare in awe because wow. There are so many streamers and colours and music fills the streets and everyone looks so content.

Trini will deny it but, she definitely got a bit teary eyed knowing that everyone there would accept her for who she was without question. She ends up not letting go of Kim’s hand the entire time and it feels amazing.

Jason spends most of the first half hour there trying to get everyone to put on sunscreen. It doesn’t work.

They lose Zack within an hour.

Kimberly drags Trini around all of the different stands and they end up getting their respective flags painted onto their cheeks. Trini grumbles the whole time but can’t help but grin when she catches a reflection of herself and she feels proud.

It takes a little while but slowly Trini starts to come out of her shell. Kimberly can’t help but watch adoringly as Trini drags her around in excitement and they dance along with strangers to the music without abandon.

Billy stays glued to Jason’s side the entire time. The whole experience is a bit overwhelming but he loves it. Jason couldn’t be happier to escort Billy around (and maybe show him off a little bit).

Billy claps when he comes across all five of their flags in a small stand hidden away and Jason can’t deny him when he decorates his backpack with them.

When the parade starts and the floats pass by they get pushed to the back of the crowd so Trini and Billy end up on Kim and Jason’s shoulders respectively. (Trini argued that she could hold Kim but Kim just raised her eyebrow and Trini knew she had no chance of winning).

Billy spends a lot of the time rambling on about the mechanics of the float and how, if Angel Grove gets a Pride Parade in the future, they should make a float for the Power Rangers.

Trini is quietly enjoying the parade when she catches something out of the corner of her eye.

It’s Zack, who has finally reappeared, perched on a streetlamp watching the parade and screaming at the top of his lungs. When he spots Trini he yells louder.

At the end of the day they’re all loosely clinging to each other tiredly.

When asked about where he’d been all day, Zack just winks and races them all back to the car.

Kim wins.

On the car ride back Billy pulls out five bracelets that are half their Ranger colour and half their Pride colours. They all put them on instantly, promising to never take them off.

Zack ends up falling asleep on Trini who has fallen asleep on Kim, their face paint smudged.

Joshua Lapp was a sophomore at Columbine High School and on the day of the massacre, he hid under a table in the library. He was located only about five feet from the table Daniel Mauser cowered under and Josh shielded his friend Brittany in case the gunmen walked by. He recalls: “I was looking over my shoulder the whole time. I wasn’t going to let them shoot me without looking me in the eyes. I used to watch, like, Lethal Weapon - all those action movies. I remember that they say it’s hard to kill somebody if they’re looking you in the eyes. I don’t know if it’s true, but, as far as I was concerned, it was real at the time. So I was making sure that if they were going  to come over and shoot us, I was going to look them in the eyes.“

After Eric Harris fatally shot Daniel Mauser in the face, Joshua could see them looming closer to where he resided. He said, “Then, they walked on the outside of Daniel’s desk, so they were about two desk lengths away. They both looked at me. I made eye contact with them both. They were straight-faced, like I would look at somebody walking down the street. They didn’t act like they had hurt anybody a second ago. They acted like it was normal. And for some reason, they kept walking.”

Cookie Day (WinterIron Quick Fic)

This is just fluffy WinterIron. Just fluff. To make up for the tear fest that was “Moments” lol

Enjoy :)
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Bucky made….cookies.

Like really, really insanely good cookies. While humming, and listening to slow music as he took over the kitchen in the Tower. He even wore an apron most times.

And really, the team didn’t know what to do about it.

Mostly because even a year and a half after Steve brought him home, Bucky was still quiet more days than not. He still wore his hair long, his chin scruffy. He hardly ever smiled, hardly ever engaged with anyone. He was never in anything other than a long sleeve because he didn’t like the attention his arm inevitably drew, even though Steve had told him at least a hundred times that no one here ever noticed. He didn’t wake up screaming with nightmares anymore, but no one ever actually saw him sleep either so…

Anyway. Cookies.

Like, the best cookies in the world. Like thick and fluffy and packed with butter and chocolate and enough sugar to put an elephant down. And he absolutely refused to share.

In fact, no one was even allowed in the kitchen while he was baking. Clint had tried one time to scoop some cookie dough and Bucky had (accidentally) almost broken his hand.

So the team retreated, hovered outside the kitchen door and plotted ways to get to the cookies.

Steve had assured them that back in the day, Bucky had in fact been the best cook he had known, always making something in his mamas kitchen, and then cooking for Steve after his parents passed.

It didn’t matter what it was- thick, crusty bread, impossibly light pastries, and of course these amazing cookies— Bucky could make them no problem, and was happy to do every time Steve looked just the littlest bit hungry.

Of course Steve had been allergic to or at least sensitive to nearly everything back then, so little bites and nibbles was the best he could do. And now that he was a 100% healthy, super serum powered soldier who needed upwards of 4000 calories a day to keep his body running… well Steve was just as desperate as the rest of them to get his hands on some of Bucky’s cookies.

But alas, it wasn’t going to happen. Because Bucky only ever baked enough for himself, just enough to pile on a plate that he then hoarded on his lap during team movie nights, an entire gallon of milk sitting next to him because that’s how much milk it took to wash the cookies down.

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Dark Nights (Part 2)

Originally posted by kendaspntwd

Summary: The reader’s night doesn’t exactly go as planned when Dean shows up and he senses trouble…

Dark Nights Masterlist

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader

Word Count: 2,800ish

Warnings: language

A/N: I wonder who could be at the door?…


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Okay but Trini and the other Rangers all having an unspoken agreement to not talk about her scars from Rita’s attack.

They all want to ask Trini about it but they’re scared that she’ll just shrug it off and say it’s not a big deal, that it doesn’t bother her and that if they’re going to be Power Rangers, there’s going to be things that hurt them.

Until one day, they’re all just chilling at school during lunch and one of Trini’s teachers sees her and for some reason makes a big deal about her doing well on some sort of test and patting her shoulder before she walks away and Trini shifts uncomfortably. None of them say anything, they all just watch Trini carefully.

She’s still not used to the attention, so the stares she gets from them confuse her until she realizes that they’ve been waiting for her reaction.

Trini doesn’t feel pressured to talk about it, but as all five of them are leaving school that day she just blurts, “Some nights I can’t sleep. It’s gotten to the point where my mom got me some pills to help, but I don’t take them.”

Billy is quiet and nods, because after his dad died, there were some nights when he couldn’t sleep, too. Zack, Jason, and Kim, however don’t really know what to do with the new information. They’re not sure if they should mention that they’re okay with Trini needing help to fall asleep, or if they should ask if she has nightmares or if they should assure her that everything is going to be okay.


Trini goes on and says something along the lines of, “Sometimes I’m scared she’s going to come back, you know? Like, we got rid of her once and I don’t have nightmares or anything but it’s scary thinking one of you guys could get hurt, too. I think it would be worse for me if I didn’t have you guys. It helps knowing that you’d be here if I needed anything.”


They’re all just so taken aback by how honest Trini sounds and Billy tells her that since they’re Power Rangers, they’ll always there for her and that they’re like a family.

  • Namjoon: Hey Jungkook.
  • Jungkook: What?
  • Namjoon: Can I share something with you from earlier today?
  • Jungkook: What is it?
  • Namjoon: Well, I sent you a text...
  • Jungkook: Mmhm.
  • Namjoon: ...Early in the morning.
  • Jungkook: Yeah.
  • Namjoon: Because I have to go out of town for one weekend this month, and so, I was like, I won't give specific dates, but "Do you have any preference whether I go this weekend, or the next weekend?"
  • Jungkook: Mmhm.
  • Namjoon: Your response...
  • Jungkook: *Starts laughing*
  • Namjoon: At 9:30 in the morning..."Motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg Jesus Christ fuck dude motherfucking Facebook movie bullshit Jesus can you fucking believe this shit"
  • Jungkook: *Laughing louder*
  • Namjoon: ...No punctuation ...Random capitalisation. So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now." Forty-five minutes pass. I get a text from you: "Goddamn created Facebook and fucking lawyers and shit right fucking Winklevoss twins goddamn rowing the boat fuck yo shit I can't even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse Eisenberg man"
  • Jungkook: *Laughing even louder*
  • Namjoon: I respond, "Jungkook, you're scaring me." An hour passes. You respond, "Motherfucking Spider-Man Spider-Man you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking build shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit Jesse Eisenberg ...I'm very tired"
  • Jungkook: *Crying with laughter*
  • Namjoon: I'm just like, "No problem, man. I'll do most of the talking at the interview today." Immediate response, I'm talkin' like five seconds later: "No man I'll just talk about the Facebook movie all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-Man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like dying I cant think of who the fuck invented Facebook all I can think is the guy who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook" And then, in all capital letters, two hours later, "MARK ZUCKERBERG"
  • Jungkook: *Hysterical laughter*

anonymous asked:

But what about Derek who is afraid of fireworks and so he wears those noise canceling headphones that you see kids wear when they watch fireworks and derek is embarrassed about them and he says he'll just stay home and that fireworks arent that cool anyway, he has things he needs to do (pt1)

but Stiles can tell something is up so he sticks around until everyone has left to go watch them and he asks Derek and after a few minutes of trying to lie about it Derek’s shoulders slump and he shows them to Stiles and his cheeks are pink with embarrassment as he explains that they don’t cancel the noise but it helps to mute it and it works well enough for him to be able to enjoy watching the fireworks.

Stiles makes a noise of understanding and walks over to Derek to take the headphones out of his hand and he gently fits them over Derek’s ears. Stiles then goes on to explain that Derek has nothing to be embarrassed about, that he grew up watching the fireworks with his dad and the people from the station and he knew plenty of hard ass cops who after retiring would wear them and if anyone tries to tease Derek he’ll beat them up. Then there’s forehead kisses and a beautiful night of fireworks.

You know what I love about this (except everything)??? Is that sometime between meeting and this beautiful firework headcanon, Derek got comfortable enough around Stiles to the point where instead of barking at him to get out or showing him the headphones and growling, daring Stiles to say anything, he is shy. Like, I want to think about this. I want to think about Derek Hale and how he puts up a hundred walls, each wall usually made of something unpleasant and standoffish because it’s the only way he knows how to build walls after Kate. 

I want to think about how relieved Derek is, how secretly happy, when Stiles never takes any of his shit and how, when Derek threatens to bite, Stiles is the only one who laughs and bares his neck with a “come on then, sourwolf”, daring him. I want to think about how if anyone else had thought to stick around, Derek is positive he would have managed to scare them - or at the very least anger them - into going away. Not Stiles though, never Stiles. Even when Derek does manage to piss Stiles off enough to get him to leave, he always comes back. And it gets to the point where Derek starts getting hopeful, starts getting lazy in his plan to never let anyone touch his heart again (barring Cora, of course) and so, when Stiles confronts him about the headphones and he finds himself blushing instead of yelling it’s a big deal. 

Derek was always the cool kid when he was younger and when he got embarrassed it was usually only because Laura was teasing him about his stash of history magazines that he always hid under his bed whenever he invited Paige over, or the way he’d sing songs from Aladdin in the shower. There were always things he was insecure about - Kate, most of all, played on them - but even during his first kiss, Derek was confident and cocky. He liked confident and cocky, he still did. 

But when he first met Stiles, something faltered. At first, he didn’t notice it, too busy hating Stiles, but as he got to know him and after everything they went through together, Derek started to notice. Notice the way his palms sweated when Stiles smiled at him from across a room, or the nervous tick of his heart when Stiles casually talked about sex and the way he gently held both Allison and Erica’s hair the first time they had a pack night out and no one expected the punch Lydia’s wolfsbane vodka was going to pack.  

After five years, Derek does feel himself softening around the pack but not in the same way he does with Stiles. All Stiles has to do is wink at him these days and instead of scowling, Derek feels a horrible, familiar jolt. The jolt he used to get watching Paige play in band, the same jolt he used to get whenever Kate would text. It makes him excited and uneasy at the same time and even though he knows Stiles is not Kate, he could still be Paige. He could still die. 

And yet, he can’t help being drawn in because he’s not fifteen anymore and neither is Stiles. Stiles is strong - stronger than anyone gives him credit for - and when danger threatens to kick Derek’s ass, he is always there with his bat and two arms ready to drag him across whatever floor Derek always manages to find himself on after every attack. Just for once, can you NOT do the martyr thing, dude? Lucky for you I had a plan G, huh? Bet you’re not laughing at it now.

And it’s this - this transition from I’m going to rip your throat out to shyly showing Stiles his headphones, headphones he’s actually embarrassed about where he never would have been as a kid - that gets me the most. That when Stiles (half-jokingly) tells Derek he’ll beat up anyone who teases him, Derek doesn’t roll his eyes but instead tentatively offers Stiles his hand and smiles, ducking his head, feeling safe and loved in a way he hasn’t since Laura died.

Tomorrow, I’ll text you and tell you all about my day. In a week, I’ll listen as you stress out about your job and your grades. In a month, I’ll be laying awake in bed thinking about your laugh and how I could listen to it forever. A year from now, we’ll be sitting on your couch, watching trashy movies and eating ice cream and smiling because life doesn’t seem so heavy for two minutes. Five years from now, we might even have our own place, where we can smile together everyday. And each and every day, I’ll love you more and more

Just Evan and Connor things.

Shout out to @kimberley-bx for chatting with me about DEH like all day. I haven’t felt this creative in probably months. (p.s. you’ve seen the first five of these already.)

Evan tries. Boy, does he try. He knows you can’t lov someone’s mental illness away; that’s not how it works but he tries his absolute best.

It kills Evan on every single one of Connor’s bad days. He has to sit and watch and sometimes it feels like he can’t do anything to help. He just wants Connor to see himself like Evan sees him. If he could Evan knows he would never hate himself again.

Evan’s social anxiety is better when Connor is around. When they’re together he can go out and feel better because with Connor no one else matters. Everyone else in the world fades away until it’s just the two of them.

Even though Evan’s anxiety has been better it still gets the better of him sometimes. But Connor is always there reminding him to breathe, pressing small kisses to his fingertips.

With Evan’s anxiety sometimes it’s hard for him to express how he feels verbally. So, he does it the only way he knows how. With letters. Sometimes they’re long emotional ramblings emailed to Connor in the dead of night. Sometimes they’re quick handwritten notes scrawled out on scrap paper shoved into Connor’s locker. Connor saves all of them.

Connor does everything he can to help with Evan’s anxiety.He orders Evan’s food for him, and tries not to push him out of his comfort zone too much. He does his best to make sure Evan is never talked over, or treated impatiently when he rambles.

Little by little Connor let’s go of all the pent up anger he’s had at the world as Evan helps him to see a new light, and that maybe not everyone is so bad.

Connor starts to laugh more. It’s not as rare an occurrence as it used to be, but that doesn’t make Evan appreciate it any less. It’s a reminder every time. A reminder that Connor is still here, and is still trying, and that even for a second he had happiness.

It doesn’t matter so much when they start being together at school. No one noticed them in the first place why would they start now? They both prefer it this way.

Connor can’t give Evan trees so he gives him flowers instead. It’s not a rare thing for Evan to have a flower on his desk, or Connor to pluck flowers of bushes to stick behind Evan’s ear. (Most of the time they’re actually weeds but Evan loves them all the same.” He presses them in books to keep.

Evan’s a clothes thief. Connor thinks it’s just because Evan is cold all the time when his sweater is always missing. But Evan just loves having a piece of Connor. 

The only plus to Evan’s anxiety is that he doesn’t have a brain to mouth filter when he’s rambling to Connor so he always says what’s on his mind such as “I know I just rambled for two minutes straight but the point of all that was that those pants make your shapes look good.” 

Will add more later.

❝ Please take a chance on me...❞

Plot: Johnny (NCT 127) accidentally hurts your feelings in an argument and panics when you start crying

Pairing: Johnny x Reader

Words Count: 1,8k+

Genre: Angst

For Anon, I hope you like it cutie! 

- kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by withsuh


‘Want to get some supper?’

‘No.’

‘Wanna watch a movie at my place?’

‘No.’

‘Get coffee?’

‘No.’

No no no was all you were getting from your boyfriend for the past month. The both of you had been together for only six months but it felt as if it was only two. Johnny was someone of your dreams. From his smile to his soft eyes, he was perfect to you. He expressed flaws but that was easily over looked because you honestly started feeling love towards him, but love that was getting hard to express. You knew the relationship with him would be tough considering him being an idol and also living in the dorms, but never in your life did you think it would be this hard.

Standing at the door of the dorms, you took a deep breath before knocking, ‘Coming!’

‘Just breath Y/N…’ You whispered under you breath before the door flung open and you were attacked with a hug.

‘NOONA!’ The person expressed, hugging you tightly and spreading a warmth you hadn’t experienced in a while from someone.

‘Hey Mark.’ You smiled at the younger, ‘I thought you were all going out?’

‘We are,’ He beamed, ‘We are just waiting for Taeil hyung, who is TAKING FOREVER!’

‘I can here you, you brat!’ Said male walked into the hallway, ‘Ah Y/N. How are you doing?’

‘Could be better.’ You knew you couldn’t lie to them.

The boys had become something of your brothers. You yourself was the same age at Johnny so everyone, besides Taeil, was like your little brothers. Even though you knew them for a short time, you loved and cared for every single one. Taeil had also become someone you tended to confide with over the past few months of being in their lives.

‘Well your prince charming is in his room,’ Taeil pointed out before shouting, ‘LET’S GO EVERYONE!’

‘Will you stop screaming?’ Taeyong cheekily responded, ‘We were all waiting for you to begin with.’

‘Yah you punk!’ The elder playfully grabbed him in a headlock before filling out after all the other members, ‘Good luck.’

‘Thank you.’ You smiled, closing the door and walking through the hallways and arriving at your boyfriends bedroom door.

The others went out with some of their fellow lablemates for the evening. Johnny opted to stay back and work on somethings for their comeback. You stood at the doorway and watched him hunch over the table and scribble something passionately on a piece of paper. Leaning against the doorway, you crossed your arms with a soft smile on your face.

‘Having fun there?’ You asked, seeing he got a slight fright but just went back to his business.

‘What you doing here?’ He asked, not even looking back at you.

‘Well I thought I could come see my boyfriend.’ You tried to lighten the mood by walking in and placing your hands on his shoulders.

He instantly tensed up before relaxing under your touch, ‘I am busy, Y/N.’

‘He said for the thousandth time.’ You narrated, turning the chair to face you.

‘What the f-’

‘You are always busy!’

‘Because I am,’ He rolled his eyes, ‘It’s not like I have all the spare time in the world.’

‘I am not asking for your entire day Johnny, but a measly few minutes would be appreciated.’ You looked at him, something sad in your eyes.

‘Well by the looks of it,’ He looked at his watch, ‘It have been about five minutes. There is your few minutes, Y/N. You know the way out. Goodnight Y/N.’

He stood up to get something from his shelf but you held his arm, ‘That isn’t what I meant.’

‘I am just busy Y/N, can you not understand that!’ His voice went louder.

‘I understand that Johnny, but I seem to be having more of a relationship with your voicemail then with you!’ You retaliated, ‘All I ask is for a few moments alone with my boyfriend!’

‘Is it a hug you want?’ He harshly took you in his hold, squeezing tight before releasing you, ‘Or maybe some alone time, because I do not know if you realised this, but we are alone and you are taking my time.’

You looked at the man before you and resembled the person you thought you were falling in love with, but this person was no longer him. He was no longer the happy chappy boy you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, but he was someone different entirely. The day you met him, you had been rushing university and he had bumped into you and caused all your belongings to scatter across the sidewalk. In a state, you apologised and then began to pick everything up but he had bent down and started helping you. That day was the day you met the most beautiful smile in your life.

‘Why are you being like this?’ Your voice was soft, tears threatening to brim.

‘Because I have a job Y/N! Something you are not aware of clearly. I know you don’t understand this but I work!’

‘I do work, Johnny!’

‘A part time job doesn’t count.’ He gritted his teeth.

‘Well what do you expect then!’ You throw your hands up in frustration, ‘I am still a student!’

‘That’s besides the point.’

‘Clearly, because my point is that I want to at least get a bit more time with you!’

‘I AM NOT YOUR FATHER, FOR FUCKSAKE Y/N!’ He screamed, ‘I can not just take off time just so you can be happy and get attention! You knew this from the beginning so why is it that you are having such an issue all of a sudden.’

‘IT ISN’T AN ISSUE!’ The first tear fell, ‘A simple hello would have been perfect.’

‘WELL HELLO!’ His facial structure became stern and strong, ‘Are you happy now?!’

‘Ecstatic.’ The tears now were falling as you took your hand to wipe them away, ‘I am sorry for taking up your time…’

The motion of you wiping your tears suddenly had him snap to realisation, but by then, you had already started walking to the door. You tried your best to hold back your sobs, but they just seemed to continue coming and echo down the long hallway. Slipping your shoes back on, you were about to open the door when all of a sudden you were spun around and hugged tightly. The tears doubled in quantity as you pushed the person away.

‘I am leaving, don’t worry!’ You shouted, ‘I am sorry for being such an inconvenience to you.’

‘Jagiya no-’ He tried to reason

‘Don’t you call me that! You have said what you wanted to and I am happy that you have said what was needed to. This spares me the broken heart.’ You tired to leave but he held your arm, ‘Let go of me! I won’t bother you and make you feel like my father!’

‘I didn’t mean that.’ He pulled you away from the door.

‘Really?’ You scoffed sarcastically, ‘Cause you sure sounded like you fucking did!’

‘I am just stressed Y/N, I honestly didn’t mean to snap at you. I really don’t know what has come over me, and I say this with all the honesty I can muster.’ He held both of your upper arms.

‘So shouting at me was you stress reliever?!’ You sniffed.

‘Yes, I mean no. UGH I DON’T KNOW!’ He said in frustration, ‘Just don’t go, please…’

‘Well why should I stay?’ You asked, pushing his arms away, ‘You clearly don’t want me around.’

‘This is going to sound stupid but during my anger I was fuming but as soon as I saw you crying….I-I panicked. There is something I vowed and that was to never make you cry-’

‘Well you clearly failed at that.’

‘Will you let me finish please!’

‘Sorry.’

The moment you heard him comparing himself to your father, you were ready to run out of the dorms and never look back. Now you stood in front of your escape and with the man, who had you running for the hills, standing somewhat broken before you. He was expressing such apologies that one half had you wanting to reject him and just ending it all together, while the other had you wanting to run into his arms and forgive him.

‘I said I would never make you cry and I did. It was over a stupid things and I blame myself for every bit of this fight. I have been so busy and frustrated because I want to make you proud Y/N…I want to be the boyfriend who has you happy all the time, the boyfriend that you are proud to call yours…..the boyfriend who can provide everything for you.’

‘Johnny…’ The tears started to subside .

‘Please don’t walk away from me…please take a chance on me and I promise I will treat you better. Please Y/N’ He pleaded, his voice breaking as you noticed he was starting to cry. ‘They say perfection has no place in love, but I will do anything you want me to do just so you want leave me…’

Taking a step forward, you pulled him into a hug as he fell to his knees with you in tow. His head was on your neck as you felt him sob. Softly you stroked his hair, as his arms wrapped around you and held you close. Rubbing his back as well, you lifted his head up with both your hands and wiped the tears with your thumbs before he spoke up.

‘I don’t need someone who sees the good in me, I need someone who sees the bad and still wants me….and I hope you will still have me.’ He whispered, eyes closed as you placed a kiss on his forehead, ‘I am so so sorry Y/N.’

‘It’s okay but next time, could you not use me as a stress reliever in that manner? Your voice matched his.

‘Never again.’

‘Can we pretend this never happened?’

He opened his eyes and looked deeply into yours, ‘No, this is a reminder to me. A reminder to be a better boyfriend and love you with every once of my heart.’

‘L-love?’ You repeated.

‘I will say this to you my love, meeting you in this crowded world was the best thing in my life.’ He brushed his lips against yours, ‘I love you so much…’

  • Akira: Hey Ryuji
  • Ryuji: What?
  • Akira: Can I share something with you from earlier today?
  • Ryuji: What is it, Akira?
  • Akira: Well, I sent you a text early in the morning.
  • Ryuji: Yeah
  • Akira: Because I have to go out of town for one weekend this month, and so I was like, I won't give specific dates, but I was like "do you have any preference whether I go this weekend, or the next weekend?"
  • Ryuji: Mmm-hmm
  • Akira: Your response...
  • Ryuji: *starts laughing*
  • Akira: At 9:30 in the morning...
  • Ryuji: *continues laughing*
  • Akira: "Motherfucking Jesse Eisenberg Jesus Christ fuck dude motherfucking Facebook movie bullshit Jesus can you fucking believe this shit"
  • Ryuji: *continues laughing even louder*
  • Akira: No-no-no punctuation. Random capitalization.
  • Akira: So I respond, "I have no idea what we're talking about right now."
  • Akira: Forty-five minutes pass. I get a text from you: "Goddamn creator of Facebook right fucking lawyers and shit right fucking Winklevoss twins goddamn rowing the boat fucking shit i cant even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Jesse Eisenberg man"
  • Ryuji: *continues laughing*
  • Akira: I respond, "Ryuji, you're scaring me." An hour passes. You respond, "Motherfucking Spider-Man Spider-Man you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking build shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit Jesse Eisenberg. I'm very tired"
  • Ryuji: *laughs*
  • Akira: I'm just like, "No problem, man. I'll do most of the talking at the hideout today." Immediate, like, response, I'm talkin' like five seconds later: "No man I'll just talk about the Facebook movie all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Facebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Jesse Eisenberg man he fucked over Spider-Man crazy Winklevoss twins rowing Trent resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Facebook I don't like die I cant think of who the fuck invented Facebook all I can think is the guy who played the guy who invented Facebook who the fuck invented Facebook" And then, in all capital letters, two hours later, "MARK ZUCKERBERG"
  • Ryuji: *hysterical laughing*
Super Star (Part 2)

Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

Summary: Jensen brings the reader over for dinner at his place…

Part 1

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 3,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: A wee bit of angst but only a teensy bit…


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Mesmerized.

**REQUESTED.**
Harry is interested in Y/N but one problem: she isn’t.

••

Harry’s eyes kept glancing at where you stood. He didn’t know you but he knew that you were the kind of beautiful that he had never seen before. It was a mesmerizing kind of beautiful.

There he was, among people from Dunkirk and a lot of unfamiliar faces in Fionn’s house where Fionn threw a barbecue party to the people he befriended from the movie and his friends.

Harry nodded absentmindedly to one of Fionn’s friends, Greg, talking to him about football. It was like Harry was in two places. Half of him was focusing on what Greg was saying while the other kept thinking about the woman on the other side of the backyard.

“I’m going to get a drink. I’ll be right back.” Was the excuse Harry said before he walked towards the bar, where you stood laughing with two women. He stood beside you, ordering a cocktail, almost eavesdropping on your conversation. If his mother knew, she would definitely scold him.

“Harry! Oh, Y/N!” Fionn’s attention was diverted from Harry to the woman in a beige dress next to him. Y/N. Even her name sounded beautiful to Harry as he kept repeating it in his head. “Harry, come here,” Fionn grinned at his friend as he stood with Y/N and the two girls.

Harry approached them, feeling his heartbeat racing as he hit a close look at her face. He smiled when he saw her smile and reach out with her hand, which he gladly shook. “This is Y/N. My best friend since I learned how to walk I guess.” Fionn chuckled.

He then introduced him to the other two women beside Y/N and Harry doesn’t think he even caught their names, just that they were also Fionn’s friends. “I’m Harry.” He said with a smile before turning to look at Y/N.

Fionn’s arms were on your shoulders as he kept reminiscing about your childhood together as you, Harry and him sat on the grass together.

Then you laughed at what Fionn had said.

Harry was sure that it was a sound he will never forget. It was more harmonic than any song he had written and made him feel happy more than any drug anyone could convince him with.

“And then we-” Fionn was interrupted by one of his friends calling him over from the barbecue grill, “Don’t stop talking on my account. I’ll go see what they want.” He said before giving your cheek a quick usual kiss and getting up.

You fidgeted with your hands. Harry’s eyes looked at it. He wasn’t sure if you were nervous or if it was something you did when you felt awkward around someone.

“So, do you live in London?” Harry picked his balls from the ground -not literally- and finally asked you.

You nodded, “Have been for about five years and I’m staying to get master’s degree in psychology.” You grinned proudly.

To say that he was interested would be an understatement. You and him talked all day about everything and anything. You were laughing a joke he said when Fionn wiggled his eyebrows at him from afar, making Harry blush. “You should have your own show. I’d watch it.” You smiled at him.

“Only if you’d help out.” Harry suggested jokingly, pointing his finger at you.

“Oh, definitely.” You put your hand on your heart dramatically before breaking out in a grin.

It was 1 am when you said you had to leave. Disappointment filled Harry but he promised himself that it wouldn’t be the last time he sees you and so, you exchanged numbers.

“Harry! We forgot to add sugar!” Was what you said after you realized that the cake in the oven was sugar-free.
You and Harry have been friends for six months now with continuous coffee talks and movie nights. Harry even stole a cuddle one night.

Harry gave you a shocked look before he toppled on the floor, laughing hysterically. “I used to word in a bakery.” You mimicked him in a faux deep voice, laughing and shaking your head at him.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” Harry laughed out, taking breaths to calm himself down before he extended his arm, reaching out for you to pull him up. You put your hand in his, Harry ignoring the butterflies in his stomach. Harry was relaxing all of his weight on the floor, with no intention to get up which ended in you falling off on top of him as he was gripping your hand towards his body, pulling you onto him.
He didn’t mean it, he was only adding pressure to stand up.

His breath hitched as his face was centimeters from yours, your body on his. Your eyes went wide when you saw him close his eyes and start to lean in, making you stand up quickly and clear your throat. Harry opened his eyes, biting his lip embarrassingly before he got off the floor.

“So, the cake?” You breathed out, putting the oven mitts on.

After this day, Harry was rereading your exchanged texts on his phone. Now all of your “mate, dude, pal” sounded different. It sounded…too friendly. However, he promised himself to wait.

You were ignoring him. You didn’t return his calls or answer his texts because now, his pet names seemed real. too real. But Harry was a man who liked closure which brought him to your front door, his finger reluctantly touching the doorbell before he finally rang it.

And there you stood. With your hair in a messy bun and pajamas. After all, it was 11 and you wanted nothing but to sleep. But now, seeing Harry on your doorstep, you knew sleep would be the last think you could do right now.

“I had to see you.” Harry breathed out.

You sighed before moving aside to give him room to enter. When he did, you closed the door and walked towards your living room, Harry following you. You sat on the couch, watching as he sat beside you but keeping distance between the both of you.

“You’ve been ignoring me. Why?” He asked, making your stomach drop.

“I just,” You breathed out, starting to fidget with your hands. It was gesture you did when you felt nervous, Harry knew. You also sometimes cracked your knuckles but that was only during horror movies or when you were scared. He knew that.
“Were you catching feelings, Harry?” You asked, looking at him.

“I, uh,” He scratched his head nervously, “I already did.”

You looked at him guiltily, “Did I lead you on?”

“You’re not interested, are you?” Harry chuckled halfheartedly, shaking his head before looking at the ceiling to avoid your gaze.

“No, I am! Just-Just, just not like that. I’m sorry if I led you on. It was never my intention.” You apologized, watching him nervously.

He shook his head before standing up, “You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry I ruined this.”

You stood up, approaching him, “You didn’t ruin anything. I’m still willing for us to be friends or whatever you think that will make you comfortable.” You said gently, looking at his eyes sincerely.

He smiled, “I’m going on tour in two days. Think you can accompany me to the coffee shop down the street tomorrow?”

“Then come back to watch Finding Dory here?” You suggested, a hopeful smile on your face.

“It’s a plan.” He smiled. He leaned down, giving your forehead a kiss, “I’m sorry. Goodnight.” And with that, he left.

Originally posted by tmlnsn

Engagement gift

This is for my tumblr fiancé @princess-ikol (hence the name, there is no engagement gift in this fic, pls don’t hate me) (there is a foot massage tho)


Harry lay on his back, vigorously pulling on his boots that just wouldn’t come the fuck off his feet. He groaned frustratedly as he gave them another tug, a tug that made him yelp in pain. Judging by the feeling in his foot he’d just sprained his ankle with the force of his pull.

“Harry?” There was a tentative knock on the door. “Can I safely enter the bedroom or are you indecent?”

“It’s fine.” Harry sighed, as he gave up tugging on his boots and collapsed on the bed. His only-recently-moved-in boyfriend entered the room, and Harry sat up a bit to get a better look at him. “How would walking in on me ‘being indecent’ be in anyway dangerous to you by the way?”

Draco’s head snapped up, and a dark blush spread over his face. “I don’t want to interfere with your business in the privacy of your own residence. Or outside your own residence for that matter, though I wouldn’t know why you’d do such a thing in a less than private setting.”

Harry chuckled lightly at the prudish babbling of the blond. Though Draco looked like sex on legs, his pureblood upbringing had left him extremely wary of any intimate contact, and the internalized homophobia didn’t exactly help either.

“You do realise we live together now? So tossing off would now happen in the privacy of our residence.”

Draco turned even further crimson now, and Harry suspected he’d stepped out of line a bit, though he’d learned Draco would never say such a thing. After making the mistake of laughing at the man when he first confessed to Harry he’d never kissed, Draco now omitted to mention his sexual inexperience, afraid to look foolish if he did.

“May I ask what you were you doing that was causing you to verbalize such sounds as I just heard through the door?” Harry snorted, Draco always started talking in a very posh fashion while he was nervous. He quit, however, when he saw Draco’s reaction to that, which was leaving.

“Sorry Draco, I won’t laugh- Ouch!” In his hurry to get to his feet he’d put pressure on his now confirmed sprained ankle, and with very little grace he fell back onto the bed, after which the force of his fall caused him to tumble onto the floor as well.

“Are you hurt? Did something happen at work?” Within a blink of an eye Draco’s embarrassed flush was replaced with a look of concern as he kneeled down next to Harry, who was now coughing a little since the fall had knocked some of the air out of his lungs. Draco’s strong arms pulled him into a sitting position and let him lean against the bed before he had the time to answer.

Harry captured one of his arms and used it to pull the other man close before planting a kiss on his lips. Internally he praised the blond when Draco barely blushed at that gesture, and even spontaneously sat down next to him and leaned into his bony frame.

“No love, I think I sprained my ankle while trying to get out of my boots.” Harry looked slightly nostalgic at the brown set of boots he was wearing. They were completely worn out, and he spent five minutes each morning just to patch up old holes that had sprang open again during the night. They were his though, the first thing he’d bought from money he’d made for himself, and he didn’t want to get rid of them.

“Which foot is it?” Draco asked while moving to study the boots.

“The left one, though I’m sure the right one won’t come off either. They’re a bit on the small side.” Draco carefully lifted Harry’s left foot into his lap. “You can try to get them of if you’d like. Don’t fancy sleeping with them very much.”

Draco made use of his permission and got out his wand, muttering a couple of engorgio charms as he went. His perfectly trimmed eyebrows shot up when nothing happened, and he aimed a questioning glance at Harry.

“Did you charms these?”

“Not recently.” Harry furrowed his brow as he tried to think of the last time he’d sized them up a bit when his toes started hurting. “Last time I charmed them to a bigger size was two years back or so. Why?”

Draco carefully lowered his face until his nose was nearly touching the leather. It made Harry a bit uncomfortable, after a day long walking around Fred and George’s joke shop his feet were warm and sweaty, not really something you’d want your lover to press his nose into.

“They’re stretched to the full and beyond.” He concluded after his examination. “And now the fabric is snapping back, shrinking. I’ll have to cut them open before the bloodflow to your toes gets cut off. How long ago did you buy these?”

“Just after fourth year, but Draco, can you repair them again once they’re cut? I’m quite attached to them.” Draco’s eyebrows shot up so high after that statement they nearly disappeared, and he let his eyes dart a couple times between the boots and Harry’s face.

“Since fourth year? No wonder the fabric is trying to strangle your feet, normal extension charms only last a couple months max, and it weakens the shoes.” Draco looked up to Harry again, this time with eyes filled with a strange mixture of pity and rage.

“You didn’t buy new ones because you’re not used to shopping, am I right?”

Harry looked down at his hands, guessing it was only fair to be embarrassed since he’d flustered Draco so badly before. “My aunt and uncle never took me, there was no need since I always wore hand-me-downs from Dudley. I bought these of a yard sale after I’d earned some money from Mrs Figgs for weeding her garden.”

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