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Humiliation clawed its way up Harry’s throat and contorted into annoyance. He knew if he allowed his anger to show it would only end up in more humiliation. With a small growl he tried to sink deeper into his chair. Half of the people in the restaurant were staring at Harry; the other half were staring at the man down on one knee in front of him.

With a groan he let his head fall into his hands. He should have known, really. David had been lovely up to this point, which was only a month in. But if Harry thought about it, he was a little too attentive. He never wanted to spend time with Harry at one of their houses, it was always in public. Oh, to be seen with the famous Harry Potter. Harry peered down into David’s seemingly earnest eyes. How could anyone propose after one month? It was ridiculous. Harry truly didn’t know what to do. The silence in the restaurant was taunting him, he knew everyone would be listening to his response. He took a shaky breath to speak, although he really didn’t know what to say, when a haughty voice said loudly, “There is a hair in my salad! How disgusting!”

Somehow, the silence deepened. A few people were looking to the speaker, but most of the attention stayed fixed on Harry. He knew that voice.

“It’s dark and curly! Oh, Merlin. I’m going to be sick.” A plate shattered. Now most people’s attention had shifted off of Harry and David. Harry couldn’t help but smile at Malfoy’s antics, and the gratefulness that welled up in him. He quickly got up, grabbed David’s hand and made a quick and discreet exit.

 —

The next day had Harry sulking at the end of yet another relationship. He couldn’t seem to find anyone that could look past the fact that he was Harry Potter. David hadn’t understood at all when he had said that it was too soon. He had been enamoured with Harry from the start. Harry sighed, wondering what he should do with his now free Saturday. He thought back to the awkward proposal and remembered Malfoy’s intervention. Smirking, he quickly got up and found his quill.

Thank you, Malfoy.

He sent it off with his owl before he could second guess himself. He hadn’t seen Malfoy much since their time together at Hogwarts, when he did they would always greet each other politely and nothing more. Maybe, after this, they could be on more friendly terms.
He was busy making himself lunch when his owl returned, and was surprised to find a letter tied to his leg.

I don’t know what you mean, Potter.

Harry laughed. Of course Malfoy wouldn’t admit to coming to Harry’s rescue. Feeling brave (and maybe a bit lonely), he replied.

Of course, my mistake. I guess there’s no reason to buy you a thank you drink then. Pity.

After he sent the letter off he sat and waited by the window, drumming his fingers on his thigh. After half an hour, he sighed and realised Malfoy wasn’t going to respond. He wasn’t surprised, maybe just a little disappointed. Harry grabbed a book and settled down to read.
He definitely did not jump when his owl returned a few hours later. He sighed and went back to his book, only to be gently pecked on his hand. Suddenly straightening, which caused his book to fall to the floor, Harry saw that there was a reply. He quickly untied it and opened it.

7pm. The Three Broomsticks.

He didn’t even realise he was grinning.

 –

Harry was only five minutes late. He had planned to be ten minutes early but he had tried, and failed, to do something with his hair and had been strangely indecisive on what to wear. The pub was only mildly full so it was quite easy to spot Malfoy’s pale hair. Harry paused before approaching him, taking a moment to appraise his former rival when his guard was down. He had cut his hair a bit shorter on the sides than on the top, which flopped down quite nicely over his eyes. He was still lean but had his shoulders squared and still managed to have a regal air about him. He turned his head suddenly, his piercing grey eyes finding Harry watching him. A small smile played on his lip and he quirked a brow. Harry ducked his head and quickly made his way over to the table where he sat down across from Malfoy. They stared at each other for a few long seconds and Harry suddenly realized two things. Firstly, he was more than a little surprised to find that Malfoy was extremely attractive. Secondly, he was suddenly very nervous. He wasn’t entirely sure if the two facts were related or not.

Trying to hide this, he casually leaned an elbow on the table and rested his head in his hand.
“Hello, Malfoy.” He smiled.
When Malfoy grinned, there was a strange gleam in his eye that had Harry a little worried. “Potter. It’s been a few years.”
“Yeah, it has. Strangely enough, as soon as I heard your haughty voice complaining in the restaurant the other day I recognized it immediately.”
Malfoy tilted his head, “Oh, were you there?”
Harry laughed, and when Malfoy couldn’t suppress his grin he decided to let it go.
“So, what are you doing these days?” Harry asked, truly curious.
Malfoy leaned back in his chair. “I make potions for St Mungo’s.”
“I should have known it would be something to do with potions. That must be quite interesting. Is there ever emergency potions that they call you in to make for some rare conditions?” Harry asked.
Malfoy looked slightly confused but he replied. “Sometimes, but not very often because I’m not the only potion maker so they rotate the emergencies through us.”
“And for what kind of potions would they call you in?” Harry asked.
Malfoy shifted in his seat. “We make sure to always be well stocked in the common potions, blood replenishing and such. But sometimes something strange things will come in that is also quite rare so we don’t have any potions prepared. Certain counter potions for curses and things like that.” He kept glancing away as he spoke. He appeared grateful when the waitress came to take their drink orders. “And what about you, Auror Potter?” he asked, smirking.
Harry laughed. “Yeah, if you still get the Daily Prophet you could have kept up with my life just by skimming the headlines.” The smirk on Malfoy’s face abruptly vanished and Harry quickly added, “Not that you would have of course.” Harry stared intently at the tablecloth.
Malfoy cleared his throat. “Of course not.” Harry risked a glance up and saw the beginnings of a sly smile playing on Malfoy’s lips. “Are you seeing anyone?”

Harry groaned which caused Malfoy to laugh softly. But when Harry raised his eyebrows at the blonde, a feigned look of innocence was his only reply. “Well, I was seeing someone.” Harry began. Malfoy’s smile softened. “But we broke up last night.” The look of sympathy on Malfoy’s face was new to Harry.
“I’m sorry. You look well for someone who just got out of a serious relationship.” He said simply.
Harry was disconcerted by the softness in his voice. He huffed out a humourless laugh. “It wasn’t that serious. We had only been together a month.”
“What? And he proposed? What an imbecile.” Malfoy groaned, looking shocked. Harry stared at him, a smirk dancing on his lips as he watched Malfoy. As the silence grew Malfoy looked briefly confused. Harry saw the moment realization hit him and he narrowed his grey eyes at Harry. He straightened and crossed his arms elegantly, waiting for Harry to say something.
“Tell me about it.” Harry couldn’t help grinning as he spoke. “So, Malfoy. Are you seeing anyone?” He could see Malfoy relax as he saw that Harry wasn’t going to call him out. He took a long swallow of his drink and Harry couldn’t look away. And he realised he was slightly anxious about Malfoy’s answer.
“Well,” Malfoy began in his trademark drawl. “I was actually on a first date the other night, but apparently me causing a scene and breaking dishes at the restaurant wasn’t his ideal first date.” Harry choked on his sip of firewhisky. Malfoy’s eyes sparkled with amusement at that. He handed Harry a handkerchief which he produced from his pocket, which Harry used to dab at his chin.
“I’m really sorry, Malfoy.” He said sincerely.
Malfoy shrugged a shoulder. “He was rather dull, anyway.” He said with a small smile.
Harry smiled back. Just then the waitress came to ask if they’d like another drink. Malfoy glanced at Harry, an eyebrow raised and a seemingly silent challenge in his eyes. Harry grinned in response.
Hours later Malfoy said they should call it a night. They had switched to coffee after a few drinks and had been engaged in conversation the entire time they were there. Harry wished he had ran into Malfoy years ago, Harry couldn’t believe how much fun he had just chatting to the other man.
They paid for their drinks and stood to leave. Looking around Harry was surprised to find that the pub was still quite full. He was just turning back to Malfoy when he saw Malfoy sink down to one knee. His heart stopped. His mouth fell open.
Malfoy glanced up at him. As he did, Harry caught a glimpse of his hands which were tying his shoelace. He saw the look on Harry’s face and burst out laughing. He stood up and ran a hand through his hair. “You wish, Potter.” He teased.
Harry’s face was on fire. “Sorry.” He averted his gaze and started walking out. He stopped outside and turned to face Malfoy.
Malfoy studied him, eyes lingering on the blush on his cheeks. Malfoy’s lips were quirked upwards.
“Well. Thank you for coming. I actually had a great time.” Harry said earnestly.
“I’m quite shocked that I share your sentiment.” Malfoy said with a small smile. Harry smiled back and felt himself suspended on a precipice. He was staring into clear grey eyes and was on the verge of considering leaning forward when Malfoy stepped back with a nod. “See you around, Potter.” He turned and started to walk away, leaving Harry with his disappointment.

He had gotten a good distance away when Harry realised he needed to take this chance, even though there were no clear signals. He started running.
“Malfoy! Wait!” he called. Malfoy turned and frowned at Harry’s approach.
He watched as Harry caught his breath. He raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Potter?”
Harry swallowed nervously. “Would you like to have dinner next week?” He asked, feeling his cheeks warm.
Malfoy tilted his head to the side. He studied Harry’s face intently. “In what capacity?” he finally asked.
His blush intensifying, Harry looked away briefly. His green eyes raised to meet curious grey ones. “A date.” If they hadn’t been standing so close together, Harry would have missed the surprise flickering over Malfoy’s features.
Harry held his gaze. Until Malfoy’s tongue darted out to lick his lips, then he was distracted. “Hmm.” Malfoy said in a low voice. “Let’s see.”

He stepped closer, his hand slowly coming up to brush Harry’s neck. Harry’s breath caught. Without his permission, his hand reached out to brush a stray lock of hair off of Malfoy’s forehead. Malfoy grinned and slowly leaned closer. Warm lips met Harry’s, firm and delicious. His hand cupped the back of Malfoy’s head and he moved closer so that their chests were pressed together. When Malfoy’s mouth opened to deepen their kiss, Harry couldn’t keep in his groan. There was soft laughter against his mouth, and in retaliation he nipped Malfoy’s lower lip. Malfoy hummed in approval. A while later, Malfoy gentled the kiss and pulled away slightly. Harry followed him to place two quick, soft kisses on Malfoy’s mouth before he allowed him to retreat.
They stood close, staring at each other. Harry pouted. “So that’s a no then?”
Malfoy laughed. “It’s definitely a yes.”

(171013) shinee world japan plus update
translation: we had holidays in korea not too long ago. since i was able to have some time to rest, i spent it together with my puppies. together we went walking, prepared meals and both commedes sensei and garcons sensei seemed happy. i like them a lot of course, but my puppies like me a lot too (laugh) and i have a stage play in korea! even though it’s not a big venue, i received a lot of support from japan. since i was able to relax and feel refreshed, i will work hard.


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anonymous asked:

I'm the only one who think that that Marie Claire's interview is so stupid? Gimme 3x06 content for god sake. Stop trying of "remove the magic" with BTS stuff is so annoying No, I don't confuse actors and caracters so stop it now and let the fans enjoy the show.

Are you trolling my twitter anon? Lol, I see you. I’m going to try and not be negative about this. I vented earlier about it already and don’t want to beat a dead horse. I’m totally disappointed that this is the content they give us instead of hyping this episode up, but I think this is just as calculated as every other interview we’ve gotten about their relationship this season. They’re trying to get away from the dating rumors and keep it professional. Most fans can separate actors from characters, but yah know just in case here’s a reminder. Yeah, it does take away from the magic of the show because for one day a week they are Claire and Jamie to me and I like to enjoy that. I love BTS info like the next person, but this could have waited until after the ep aired especially when it’s OLD sex scenes. They’re just trying to drill it in that they’re professionals and just acting because this ep is going to be FIYAH. That’s the only explanation I can think of. We should all prepare to get new TV’s because their scenes are going to overheat them. Mark me.

Originally posted by moan-s

lacysaurus  asked:

I legit do not want to play the rest of the Sophomore with James's face looking like that...

TOTALLY understandable !

It’s not like his new design is ugly or anything, but it’s just such a big difference and the way they handelte it - without telling us they’ll change him, so we could prepare ourselves - was just not right :/

Assassin’s Creed Anniversary Month

   Day 6: Favorite Present Day Moment- The Farm

Lucy: So, you’re really an Assassin? Like Altaïr?
Desmond: Yes and no.
Lucy: What do you mean?
Desmond: I was supposed to be one. But I ran away from “the Farm” when I was 16.
Lucy: Farm?
Desmond: Yeah, that’s what they called the place where I grew up. “The Farm.” Like Masyaf, I guess, only not so, uh… creepy. Just a small desert community out in the middle of nowhere. About 30 of us living, you know, off the grid.
Lucy: Why?
Desmond: I thought my parents were a bunch of crazy hippies trying to stick it to the man, you know. My dad was always going on about our enemies, how they’d be looking for us, how we have to be prepared. But… no one ever came. Nothing ever happened.
Lucy: Why did you run away?
Desmond: I could never leave the compound. Do you have any idea what it’s like being stuck in a place, knowing there’s a whole world out there you’ll never get to see?
Lucy: Don’t you miss your parents?
Desmond: No. As far as I’m concerned, they were never my parents. They were my wardens and I was their prisoner.
Lucy: It sounds like they only wanted to protect you.
Desmond: With all that’s happened… I don’t know. Seems like they were right.

Players versus DM...... literally.

Same D&D 5e campaign as the one from earlier, which I (DM) have taken to calling the [Fragmented Entelécheia] Campaign. This is the final session of the 1st season, as we all have to prepare for exams during the following weeks.

DM (me) tells players through in-game NPC (BBEG) they will be fighting a Titan (Essentially a Primordial).

Players: “Hey, we’ve had this axe of Titan-slaying since forever! Let’s hack the dumb thing to pieces!”

It seems the dice are on their side tonight, as the majority of them roll quite high on their initiative checks.

Excitedly, the players begin planning who does what and who attacks as the DM finishes setting the table of self-made maps and 2 cm scale origami miniatures (players are about 2 cm, roughly 1 inch, typical D&D stuff).

Players: “Ok, so there’s the BBEG, there’s his bodyguard, this is where we are, at the edge of the table… hey DM, where’s the Titan?”

DM, sitting closer to the other edge of the table then was strictly necessary, straightens his back, puffs his arms out a bit to appear larger then he actually is, and with a VERY slow gesture, indicates his whole body as an evil grin slowly spreads across his face.

Players: “…”

DM:
calmly turns on awesomely epic boss battle music…”

Players: “……”

DM:
casually looks around the table once “So…”

Players: “…… ……”

DM:
turns to first player on the initiative order “…What would you like to do?”

Players: “…ABORT! ABORT! CHANGE OF PLANS!!!”

hrt appreciation post here we go

(it’s long so prepare or scroll really fast if you wanna pass it)

me, 1993, wtf is a gender i wear diapers for god sakes 

late 90s, rockin some shades and some crazy sweaters even though i live in FL (still do that to this day)

time jump to… early 2000s, flexin and loving dogs (still doing that to this day wassup somethings never change)

oh wow here comes Middle School™ and the emo phase begins (sadly no pics during the emo phase)

oh shit what up 2008 scene phase yes that is a STAY BRUTAL™ sweater) 

then ya boy calmed down a bit and stopped giving a fuck about impressing ppl (idk why I thought being scene was impressive dont ask)

ya boy graduated HS and was free to do whatever to his hair so colors were everywhere but also was the time when his self worth was at his lowest and was dressing and looking how he thought people would want so he could get them to like him (ew right?) 

ya boy got his very first mohawk and rocked that shit for a few years

dis is some pics of the year he starts questioning his gender identity and after 6 months of research and “soul searching” decides to start HRT

yo boy is SIX MONTHS ON T !!! and starting to grow facial hair B)

YO BOY IS ONE (1) YR ON T AND JUST HAD TOP SURGERY! but also shaved his head a few months back and feels hella ugly lol 

fwd and we are now 1.5 years on T ! Hair is finally coming in and he’s look decent these days.

WHOOOA LONG HAIR WHO DIS!!! YA BOYS TWO (2) YEARS ON T !!! and 1 YR POST OP! Feeling amazing tbh

ooo shit we winding down now yall

ya boy is Two (2) years and 3 months on T and thankful every day that his blood work came back with the all clear to start T, thankful for his support group and friends/family that love and support him (shout out to my sister), thankful for how well he’s transitioned even though it was long and hard on the mental state a lot of the time, he pushed through and came out the other end smiling and happy in his skin. Thankful every day that he can afford to start on HRT, thankful every day for all the support he gets online from kind words to donations that helped afford top surgery + donations I got when he was filing for the name change as well. 

I’m posting this in hopes that it helps anyone who needs it. I’m a huge believer in doing things for yourself and making sure your happiness/comfort is always first before someone else’s. I hope it gives inspiration and motivation to those who are scared to transition in fear of what their families will think, in fear of how they will transition, fear of all the nerve wracking things that comes with HRT. Hoping that it shows you, that while HRT isn’t an over night fix, that takes time and a lot of hard days but in the end, you come out on top. It’s still a struggle some days but nothing compared to the days when I was pre-T. 

Feel free to message me if you have any questions about HRT with T and I’m happy to answer to the best of my ability!

My name is NIkk and I’m non binary! He/him pronouns =)

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SECRET SESSIONS LONDON - MY STORY💕

13/10/17 (aka THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE)

okay so where do I begin…WOW.
okay so… on Monday October 3rd at 10:25pm, I was sitting on my phone in my room listening to holy ground and I was on twitter and BOOM. “TAYLOR NATION SENT YOU A DIRECT MESSAGE” I STARTED SHAKING AND CRYING WHEN I READ THE CONFIDENTIAL MESSAGE I WAS SO CONFUSED BECAUSE THEY DONT EVEN FOLLOW ME (yes I’m still trying to work out technology ok) AND I FLIPPED OUT AND I RAN INTO MY MOMS ROOM SOBBING AND I TRIPPED OVER THE HOOVER BUT ITS OKAY. MY MOM WAS SAYING ALL SORTS OF THINGS LIKE SOMEONE MAY HAVE HACKED INTO TAYLOR NATIONS ACCOUNT (?????? idk). Anyway I died and my mind was a mess and I couldn’t control myself at all, I had knew what it usually meant when people got these messages and I explained everything to my mom ( she is genuinely worst-case-scenario-Christine ) and she started crying with happiness for me. THAT DAY WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED.

The next day October 4th at 5:27pm, I was (trying) to study when BOOM. I RECEIVED THE CALL. Ali phoned and told me about a special secret event on Friday the 13th of October and I was shaking so so much and could barely even talk but she was honestly the nicest ever (I noticed she said “wonderful” about a million times and I’m now so in love with that word). Side note: My mom still wasn’t really convinced this wasn’t a set up to get me kid napped but SHE FINALLY CALMED DOWN A LITTLE AND MEANWHILE I WAS SHAKING, CRYING AND BASICALLY DEAD.

Okay so then it was the waiting game…the days DRAGGED in as I found out a whole 10 DAYS before the event and I saw Taylor lurk people on tumblr/Instagram AND she liked the post about me and my best friend Eve. PEOPLE WERE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT COULD HAPPEN ON THE 13TH AND I WAS JUST SITTING THERE LIKE HELP ME WHATS GON HAPPEN.

Fast forward to Friday…so because I live in Glasgow I had to fly to London… I COULDNT SLEEP AT ALL AND I ONLY GOT 4 HOURS SLEEP LOL BECAUSE I GOT UP AT 4AM. We went to the airport and I was genuinely so nervous and excited about what could possibly be happening. We then got a bus and then a tube and wandered about Covent Garden and EVERYTHING kept reminding me of Taylor. We then got a tube and another bus ( NUMBER 13 ) to our hotel. I got really stressed out because I opened up my case and there was makeup spilt on my dress BUT MY MOM CAME TO THE RESCUE AND FIXED IT FOR ME. I curled my hair and fixed myself up then I went to out to the secret meeting point and recognized so many people from tumblr/twitter etc and it was SO surreal. ALSO A FEW PEOPLE CAME UP TO ME AND WERE LIKE OMG ABBIE I KNOW YOU AND THAT MADE ME FEEL SO SO SPECIAL SO I LOVE YOU FOR THAT IF THAT WAS YOU. We checked in and got really cool wristbands saying United Kingdom (IN THE REPUTATION FONT) I WAS ALREADY DEAD.

We went to drop off our bags and me and I met 2 beautiful, amazing girls called Emma ( @taylorsmusic ) and Flora ( @spoookyswift ) and we were FREAKING OUT TOGETHER. We just couldn’t comprehend that we could potentially meet our idol. We talked about everything and I genuinely think I have 2 new best friends for life. I LOVE YOU GUYS. We were on the last bus to leave so we waited foreverrrr and my nerves were building up so much and I was FULL ON ALL OVER SHOOK.

Everyone on the bus was SO EXCITED and we were all dying together. It was such a combination of nerves and excitement like I can’t even describe it. So we FINALLY arrived at our secret destination and were escorted to the entrance to be searched etc (there was a big box of socks for some reason and it made us laugh so just thought I’d add that in and also a few half finished smart water bottles👀).

Okay so then we went through to TAYLORS HOUSE. It was beautiful and there was so much food laid out and I had a REPUTATION COOKIE and CUSTOMIZED REPUTATION M&MS and CHICKEN TENDERS. Taylors playlist of the songs she loves was playing in the background and we were LOVING LIFE. (Side note: my mom loved the olives you put out taylor so thanks for that) So basically me, Emma and Flora were chilling together (we were not chill at all tho) and everything was fine THEN Flora goes “oh my god, that’s Scott” AND IM LIKE WTF AND WE ALL LOOK OVER AND DIE LIKE WHAT WAS HAPPENING BEFORE OUR VERY EYES THE KING OF GUITAR PICS WAS HERE. We went and spoke to more amazing people and life was good…THEN TREE COMES THROUGH AND IM LIKE WHATATSTSS THATS A LEGEND THEN NOT LONG AFTER THAT WE SEE ANDREA AND WE ALL DIED. I CRIED WHEN I SEEN ANDREA IDK WHY IT JUST GOT TOO MUCH AND SHES MY QUEEN. IT GENUINELY FELT LIKE A DREAM LIKE SURELY THIS WAS NOT REAL.

Finally, after a while, we went through to THE LIVING ROOM. YES. A CHAIR. A SPEAKER. WE ALL KNEW WHAT THIS WAS. ME, EMMA AND FLORA HAD A LITTLE SUPPORT NETWORK GOING ON BECAUSE WE WERE ALL HOLDING HANDS BECAUSE WE WERE NOT PREPARED AT ALL. I cried - yeah she wasn’t even here yet and I cried. So anyway THEN I’m like I can’t even do this and my heart is beating abnormally fast. And that’s when she appeared…

I COULDNT BELIEVE MY EYES. MY ANGEL. MY EVERYTHING. GENUINELY LIKE A METER AWAY. NO WAY. Okay so then I SOBBED even more and I was uncontrollable (I finally did calm down but omg it was so hard I couldn’t stop crying) - thank you Emma and Flora for helping me LOL. Side note: her hair was so curly and pretty and she wore this camo dress thing and SNAKE BOOOOOOTS and a snake ring and yeah I was like GO GURLLL. IN THAT MOMENT I DIED IT WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING.

On to the album, obviously you guys understand I can’t say much at all BUT REPUTATION IS MY FAVOURITE ALBUM BY FARRRRR. Like it’s genuinely so different but so genius - it’s incredible. She’s so talented and you can tell she’s worked so super hard for it and I can tell she’s happier than ever through the way she talks and she just seems so content with life and it makes me so proud and happy of how far she’s came. It’s so emotionally complex and THE LYRICS (she’s a genius okay). But there was one song that made me full on SOB and everyone in that room felt something…ANYWAY Taylor herself, during the whole of the session, she was so funny and she’s just so genuine…it was unreal. UNREAL. Some highlights that stand out to me include when during one of the songs she looked right at me for about 20 seconds or so and we just danced and smiled at each other. IVE NEVER FELT SO LOVED IN MY LIFE. To say I’m proud of her for this album is an understatement.

okay so then….IT WAS MEET AND GREET TIME. We were all sitting reading the magazines and talking to each other and it was adorable and even though I was a nervous wreck, everyone was so nice and amazing towards me. When it was time for the picture I was at the waiting point I can’t tell you how I felt. It was indescribable. I seen the 2 girls before me hug Taylor goodbye and it was my turn. I ran up to her and hugged her so hard and she looked at me and went “ITS ABBIE ISNT IT?” AND I WAS NODDING AND I WAS LIKE YEAH ITS ME and she was like “NO WAY I CHOSE YOU LIKE A YEAH AGO LIKE SOOOO LONG AGO” and I was like NO WAY and then I was like “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING YOUVE HELPED ME THROUGH, YOU’VE HONESTLY GOT ME THROUGH SO MUCH” and she was listening so intently and she smiled at me and hugged me and we held hands for a few seconds which was BEAUTIFUL and she was like “you are SO beautiful like SO beautiful and you are SO funny like you’re posts are hilarious” and I started shaking and I told her she was like a big sister to me and then we got a really cute huggy picture and then we got one with my mom which was cute and THEN (THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST MOMENT) the camera guy said to my mom “do you want a pic alone with her” and my mom was like “oh it’s okay I’m just her mom” and TAYLOR WAS LIKE" OH WELL THANKS" IT WAS SO FUNNY. THEN I told her I loved her and she was like I LOVE YOU BUDDY and I gave her one final hug before I left which was MAGICAL (I swear we hugged about 27468273 times).

As soon as I left the room, I BURST INTO TEARS I COULDN’T BELIEVE I HAD JUST MET MY IDOL AFTER LIKE 6 YEARS OF LOVING HER AND FANGIRLING OVER HER. My mom went to talk to mama swift and she said to her “thank you so much for making a beautiful, amazing role model for my daughter” and mama swift was like AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH THEN MY MOM GAVE HER A HUG AND THEN I GAVE HER A HUGE HUG AND MAMA SWIFT WAS LIKE THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING HER AND DOING THE CRAZY THINGS SHE MAKES YOU DO AND I CRIED MORE.

WE THEN WENT TO GET OUR MERCH AND GET ON THE BUS AND I WAS GENUINELY STARSTRUCK AND ME AND EMMA JUST KEPT LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AND BEING LIKE DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?!?!?!

Taylor,
Thank you so so so much for inviting me to your London Secret Session - it was an HONOR to be there. I can’t believe I was given such a beautiful, amazing opportunity and I meant everything I said to you in there and it truly came from the heart. I love you so much and I can’t wait to hopefully see you on tour. You mean the world to me and I can’t wait to hear reputation again and DIE ANOTHER MILLION DEATHS.
I love you so much girl.

Abbie x @taylorswift

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So I went to RP3 in Amsterdam last Friday with my sister and it was fun! :D Here are some of the photos I took, mostly of the pre q&a, since my camera hates the dark lol, bottom one was made by my sis for me with her phone. My favourite moment was the look on the guys their faces when during the cheer question the person on stage shouted ‘Waar is het feestje!?’ and the whole crowd yelled back 'Daar is het feestje!’. They were so stumped xD As if we had prepared something in advance lol. Go team Yoshi! xD Also poor Jack with those stagelights xD;; Jack couldn’t see jack sh*t.

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Hey everyone! After months of work and preparations, we are pleased to say that the Humanz Fanthology is finally out! Please enjoy all the hard work from these artists!


PART 2 / 4: HUMANZ TRACKS 9 ►14

09 // Interlude: Elevator Going Up by vorillaz
10 // Andromeda by stupot
11 // Busted and Blue by deweyart
12 // Interlude: Talk Radio by illamy
13 // Carnival by rotodisk
14 // Let Me Out by opachos

An invitation for the skeleton war:

Please join us on this big day. The skeletons must prepare for the fuckbois, they are coming.

Here are some of the requirements:

  • It’s okay if you don’t have any guts for this war, the skeletons don’t either.
  • Must be prepared to roast a fuckboi
  • Must go “nyeah!” when attacking
  • Be appreciative to other skeletons and pray to the skeleton god


We need as much help as we possibly can, we will be waiting for your answer by October 31st.

Originally posted by official-skeleton-war